Not sure if you want to spend $3.99 on this month’s Vogue? Don’t worry, we’ve got Leonora Epstein, The Frisky contributor and former lady mag slave, here to tell you exactly what’s up on the sex, love, and relationship fronts with this month’s crop of lady mags.
Even though editors finished their July issues months ago, this month feels like the lady mags are already enjoying their Summer Fridays by stickin’ with the usual tricks. This month features recession fashion (again) and a few celebs you haven’t thought about too much in the past year. Still, July and August are the months magazines were made for, so would you really want anything too serious?
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Voilà the iBum by designer Tomomi Sayuda. A chair with a photocopier in its seat, the piece of furniture automatically revs up when someone sits in it, ejecting a copy of their derriere from the bottom. A must for immature 12-year-old boys, butt fetishists, and anyone who’s ever been bored at the office. [Geekologie.com] Keep reading »
Now “Ugly Betty” fans can sip soda from a pink leopard-print Diet Coke bottle designed by Patricia Field. They even come with stickers that you can put anywhere! For now, these bottles are only available in the U.K., but Patricia Field’s boutique and “Ugly Betty” are both based in New York City, so we know it’s only a matter of time before these tacky things come here. [Metro UK] Keep reading »
Chris Brown released an apology video to Rihanna on his YouTube page last night and it’s hella random.
Unlike the other YouTube video he put out in May, where he plugs his new album and tells his fans, “I ain’t a monster,” this video is a clearly scripted and exactly two minutes long. He looks remorseful. He pleads for sympathy. He apologizes to Rihanna, his fans, and everyone else he disappointed when he assaulted her earlier this year. He even says he hopes to be worthy of the phrase “role model” some day. It’s the PR-iest of PR scripts a PR person could dream up.
Maybe you ain’t a monster, Chris, but you could have done a lot better. Keep reading »
Lizzie Grubman, the bleach-blonde PR maven who mowed a few people down in the Hamptons a few years ago, is just too busy to have her life taped for Bravo’s “The Real Housewives of New York City.” In an attempt to replace Bethenny Frankel, who will be starring in her own show, and some of the greedy housewives who are giving Bravo grief over their contracts, the producers of the show approached Lizzie. Her reply? “I completely love the show, but I have no interest whatsoever.” Guess what, Lizzie? I had no interest either. MTV’s “Power Girls” was chock-full of lame-oh! C’mon, Bravo––find some new personality that will make Kelly Bensimon look sane. [NY Post] Keep reading »
There are two topics which women should never discuss in a new dating situation: (1) the exact number of men on your list of former lovers; and (2) your salary. Keep reading »
In a weird twist of fate, I came to inherit a collection of pornographic novels from the ’60s. Among these books, however, were some, ahem, “educational materials,” including The Art of Erotic Seduction (1967), by the notable psychiatrist Dr. Albert Ellis (pictured), a book aimed at young boys on the topic of getting into ladies’ pants. Throughout, Ellis explains — in hilarious detail and outdated (now) language — makeout tactics, the logic behind the female psyche (ha!), and eventually, how to engage her in “soul kissing.” Here, some passages to entertain. Keep reading »
Erin and I are going nuts loving all the mega sales online this week (see “How To Buy Clothes Online“). Right now, I’m feeling these new peep-toe Miu Miu patent pumps on Net-A-Porter and ohmygod I want those shoes so badly that just thinking about them sort of makes me cry. But they’re $700 and I’m a writer who’s fairly keen on not being homeless and it’s just so not happening. Even my “but I could totally wear them now and in the fall” justification isn’t doing it.
But this tragic tale has a happy ending: peep toes and patent leather were also a big look for summer, so I just found an even more awesome pair of Balenciaga patent peep-toe pumps on sale for 70% off. They were still something of a splurge at $270, but I actually can wear them now and in the fall. They’re comparable to the Miu Mius, and putting them on gives me heart palpitations. They were the Holy Grail of sale purchases: deeply discounted, seasonally appropriate, and totally acceptable all through fall as well. This multi-seasonal usage is the key not only to regular buying, but also for Final Sale purchasing, the time of year when we can buy really nice things at prices that regular people can kind of afford.
Here’s how to tackle the sales and get a hell of a lot of mileage out of your finds… Keep reading »
The last time I went on a date was a month ago and it was decidedly “meh.” I deleted my profile off OKCupid because I was sick of getting new messages from guys who were, at best “meh,” at worst psychotic/illiterate/pervy. To be honest, for the first time since my breakup, I have been enjoying being single. And I don’t mean single as in “I’m dating lots of guys and going out all the time like Samantha from ‘Sex and the City,’ woo-hoo!” I mean I am single and enjoying my alone time. I’m having dinner with friends, catching up on movies I’ve missed (I think I am the last of Blockbuster’s customers), riding my bike, and starting up yoga again. Next month I’m going on a yoga/surf retreat in Costa Rica for a week, and when given the option between coed or an all-women retreat, I went with the latter. Coed shouted two things to me — couples (blech) and single dudes looking to show off their shredding abilities. The latter would normally kind of turn me on, but like I said, MEH. Keep reading »