File this in the “we-make-you-feel-bad-about-yourself-so-you-spend-money” bin: Gold’s Gym has designated July as “Cankle Awareness Month.” (Not kidding. Next thing you know, they’ll be making up brutal poop-brown colored ribbons to stick on lapels to raise awareness! Ugh.) According to their Web site: “The word comes from the combination of ‘calf’ and ‘ankle.’ It occurs when the calf merges with an obese or swollen ankle.” Yeah, we got it. But what we don’t get is why Gold’s is claiming that cankles are the “fastest growing aesthetic affliction in the United States,” beating out the dreaded muffin top and saddle bags. Say wha? Last I checked, teeny, skinny people can get cankles too—it ain’t all about weight. And it ain’t all that huge a deal. This is one fitness ploy that isn’t going to see me buying a membership. [Say No To Cankles] Keep reading »
On July 4, former Titan’s quarterback Steve McNair was found dead in his Nashville apartment. The 36-year-old was shot at close range, twice in the head and twice in the chest. McNair’s secret mistress Sahel Kazemi, 20, was also there, fatally shot once in the head and laying on top of the gun that was used to kill them both. There were no signs of forced entry and are currently no suspects. [NY Post] Keep reading »
At the end of last year, fashion designer Anand Jon Alexander, who was featured on “America’s Next Top Model” and has worked with celebs like Paris Hilton and Mary J. Blige, was convicted of raping seven aspiring models between the ages of 14 and 21. Now, the case has gotten even more messed up. Last week, the LA district attorney’s office released a transcript of a phone conversation between a juror who sat on Alexander’s trial and Alexander’s sister Sanjana. In it, the juror flirted with Sanjana, saying he thought she was sexy and wanted to see her after the trial. She had called him after he slipped her his number a couple times during the trial and said she did so against orders from the judge because she didn’t want to anger the juror. In the taped phone conversation, Sanjana didn’t say much beyond “thank you” to the juror’s advances. Keep reading »
Due to the fact that it is disgustingly hot and on the heels of the fourth of July, an epidemic of jean shorts has broken out. Now I realize there are some very cute jeans shorts women are sporting but that is not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about the kind of jean shorts my dad used to wear with his thick white socks rolled out of his sandals before my mother put that to a swift end. Personally I think they are just “meh” but walking around with one of my guy friends this weekend he quickly noticed and announced that “men who wear jean shorts are freaks. period.”. Keep reading »
You either love it or loathe it. For me, many, many years ago, Accutane was a life (or should I say face?) saver. A new college graduate, I was supposed to be past the age of weekly (and daily) breakouts, but somehow, my body didn’t know that. Go figure. So, after trying everything else in my derm’s arsenal, I finally succumbed and let the doc put me on Accutane, with its monthly blood tests, three gajillion forms of required birth control backups and insane drying effects. (Let’s just say I should have bought stock in Aquaphor. I’m still, closer to a decade later than not, trying to finish off the tubs of it I bought for my constantly chapped lips.) But at the end of it all, I ended up with some pretty decent skin. But not everyone had the low-resistance path I did—side-effects included depression, mood swings, extreme dryness…one guy even tried to use the drug as a defense in a murder case. So, when I heard the makers of Accutane were taking it off the market, I was a little surprised (despite the side-effect claims). Keep reading »
We wish Helena Bonham Carter was on the set of a film when she put on this dress, but this is actually “normal,” everyday wear for her. We’re not sure which offends us more, the dress or the shoes and socks. [London, 7/6/09] Keep reading »
If you’ll indulge me in a little gender stereotyping here, most men are total trash compactors when it comes to food. They’ll just eat, eat, eat, eat, eat anything on their plate and suffer the consequences in the john later.
Except, that is, when it comes to a fruity yogurt parfait. Or a granola bar. You see, those foods are just not manly enough.
A. K. Whitney at Sirens Mag has an interesting essay up about “gendered foods”: how our culture designates some dishes “male foods,” while others are “female foods.” And though there are definitely exceptions, she is correct that it’s women who usually nosh on “lighter” foods like yogurt parfaits, rice cakes, garden salads, and quiche.
More than likely, silly sexist belief systems are the reasons foods get “gendered.” But here’s another thought: maybe guys are just smarter than us and realize rice cakes are generally lame and flavorless? Keep reading »