Welcome to day one of National Nude Recreation Week! From skinny dipping to a nice nude bicycle ride, consider this the one week of the year when going full frontal is fully acceptable. But because good old Johnny Law might still consider your exposed breasts and dangling members a bit on the illegal side, you may have to be sneaky about your celebrating.
We’ve got a few ideas about how to let it all hang out without ending up behind bars… Keep reading »
The book Prospect Park West won’t be released until Sept. 9, 2009, but author Amy Sohn, a former New York magazine columnist, is getting a huge publicity push from a woman who knows a thing or two about making four NYC friends popular worldwide. Sarah Jessica Parker’s Pretty Matches production company, along with HBO, has optioned the novel for a half-hour series. “It’s got sex, parenthood, and celebrity. Brooklyn is about to blow up nationally,” an insider at Simon & Schuster told the New York Post. But after reading a brief description of the characters, I doubt I’ll relate to any of them, and I’m a New Yorker. The four women are yuppies who, like other urban pioneers, are trying to stake their claim on the outer borough of Brooklyn, but only the overpriced neighborhood of Park Slope. They’re “burned out, bitchy, and beyond salvation,” yet they expect to be noticed and loved. Basically they seem like the same women I run into on a daily basis — rude mommies who think everyone’s top priority should be their kid. Reading is an escape for me, but Prospect Park West seems like it’ll be torture. No, thank you! Keep reading »
Officials in Uganda are finally passing a law outlawing female circumcision, which is prevalent in the eastern part of the country. Uganda’s prez, Yoweri Museveni explained, “There is no part of a human body that is useless.” Not to mention the fact that this “operation” hurts like hell and is very dangerous. Crude tools are used to make the cut and are often shared between girls. Oh yeah, and there’s no anesthesia. This mutilation increases the risk of HIV transmission and can cause excessive bleeding or even death. So, why do tribes force girls to take part in this atrocious practice? Keep reading »
The other day, we told you about Hadley Freedom’s essay, “The New Confessional Journalism Turns Female Writers Into Tedious, Self-Hating Semi-Celebrities” in The Guardian. In it, the writer prattles on about how female-focused media run the same stories over and over where a women grapples with hating her thighs/ex-boyfriend/inability to have a relationship at all. I have to disagree with her, as I think sharing a personal story is one of the most powerful things you can do. Not every tale can have a happy ending—and if it doesn’t, is it not worth sharing? Sure, I sometimes get weary of hearing the same story told in the same way, but when a confessional story is sincere, striking, and well-told…nothing’s better. I am inspired by women who find fresh and unique ways to share their stories on the page or off. And that’s why I am so moved by British multi-media artist Tracey Emin’s exhibit, “Those Who Suffer Love,” now on display at London’s White Cube Gallery. Keep reading »
Excuse our French? Well maybe not today. Coming from a very French family, we were lucky enough to grow up in Paris and go back fairly often. Our aunt has always loved the city and would take us out when we were little to tea or shopping and would let us wear her bright red lipstick. This past year we were visiting for our birthday when she decided to take is to a jewelry expo, and we ran across this company. French Factory’s mix of jewelry is very tongue and cheek — delicate porcelain or gold with modern day expressions ranging from ladylike to raunchy on them. This “J’aime le choclolat” long necklace translates to “I love chocolate,” and of course who doesn’t? While it’s a French company and we ran across them at random, they have French and English sites that are definitely easy to access. [$76, French Factory] Keep reading »
When my grandma called me a few weeks ago to make me promise I’d go out with her friend’s grandson if he called me, I stupidly agreed. You see, my thinking was, What guy is really going to call some girl he doesn’t know because her grandma says she’s a catch? And even if he did defy my cynical expectations and call me, good old grandma told me a solid five times that he is just “so handsome, Lily, you have no idea. And witty, too!”
So when mystery man did, in fact, call a week later, I paused briefly before agreeing to lunch. I mean, if worse came to worst, at least I’d have something pretty to look at while contemplating ripping my arm off just for the excitement.
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