Thirty-five-year old Connecticut woman Janet Lee, aka “the foremost psychic in New England,” called the police in July to report that she was attacked outside her Greenwich office. So who dunnit? Lee claimed it was a gang of rival psychics. What, is there like a psychic mafia? I wonder what the motive could possibly be: “She sees more dead people than we do … let’s beat her up!” The gang of psychics allegedly left threatening messages on her phone before they came to “get” Lee. Only one thing stood in the way of their capture — Lee didn’t quite seem to know their names. Wait … I thought she was psychic? Is this story sounding a wee bit far-fetched to anyone else? After a thorough investigation, police have deemed it crazytown and are now charging Lee for falsely reporting a crime. Police think she may have been beaten up by someone she knows. Or better yet … maybe it was a ghost? [AOL] Keep reading »
We seriously can’t wait for “The Imaginarium Of Doctor Parnassus” to come out, but for now, we’ll settle for its star, Model Citizen Lily Cole’s outstanding hairdo. She could’ve gone for a perfectly polished blow-dry (like the ones we’re beginning to see on the red carpet again), but we like this toned-down version. To get the look, blow-dry until it’s almost there but the ends are ever so slightly damp. Work a cream stylant like John Frieda Straight Fixation Smoothing Creme into the ends and twist large sections (about four total) around with your fingers. Air-dry and traipse off to your film premiere or, ah, work. [Paris, 9/30/09] Keep reading »
Not since the days of “Pretty Woman” have leather skirts even crossed our minds. Perhaps Cher Horowitz has been the only girl since then to rock one with class. Because otherwise we can only think of Jersey-accented monsters or brain-dead girlfriends of rock gods wearing them. Yet, this ’90s classic has been making a comeback this fall and we like what we see. The garment seems to be fitting in well with the edgier looks on the shelves—you know, asymmetrical lines, lots of black, and a sort of androgynous, Helmut Lang aesthetic. We’re digging the traditional tight-and-straight cut, but what we’re particularly keen on are these leather skirts with more body. They don’t scream s-e-x as much as they do c-u-t-e … Keep reading »
We try to stay away from scales (happiness is not a number, people), but this one caught our attention. Um, as if blindingly bright magenta shag couldn’t. Meet the Plush Size Yay! Scale, a device which doesn’t so much read your weight as it does tell you you’re great. Step on it and the needle points to words like lovely, hot, ravishing, and sexy.
So, would this mean that the fatter you get, the more awesome you are? Oh dear. Here’s the crazy thing about this kooky item that you’d think is a gag gift: It’s sold out and on back order. People are actually buying this and putting it in their homes (oh, the horror!). Although, we hear that Austin Powers put in an order for a couple dozen, so maybe it’s just him. [VoluptuArt.com] Keep reading »
Watch out Manolo Blahnik. You’ve been put back on the shelf.
While Carrie Bradshaw originally gave the heels their fame with her shoe obsession and fashion sense, it seem she’s moved on. In the upcoming “Sex and the City” sequel, Sarah Jessica Parker’s character has given up fawning over Manolos in favor of red soles from Christian Louboutin. Is this the result of too much complaining over unwanted fame from Mr. Blahnik? Either way, the “SATC”-obsessed are sure to attach their heel addiction to the iconic Louboutins just as fast as they did to those Manolos.
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“I’m not even kidding, my wife—OK, I’m gonna get crass here—but we’re barely having sex because I’m scared that she’s gonna have a baby. That’s the level our marriage is on right now. I’m not even kidding—my wife has me debating cutting off my nuts.”
—Spencer Pratt, reacting to Heidi’s sudden baby fever. Would it be wrong to say we hope he goes through with it? [People] Keep reading »
Oh, to have been a fly on the wall at the Detroit City Council meeting yesterday. DJs, strippers, and club owners descended on the council, begging to be left alone. See, Detroit’s city government is trying to put regulations on the adult entertainment industry and has proposed that dancers stay at least six feet away from patrons onstage and 18 inches away when they’re on the floor—meaning that there can be no intentional physical contact. So long, lap dances! I’m not a guy, but what’s the appeal of paying to be six feet from a naked woman when there’s free internet porn? There are 33 strip clubs in Detroit and many of the dancers are parents putting themselves through school or people who just have limited job choices. One single mother and dancer said, “All of us are young. There’s nothing else out there. There’s no jobs.” The executive director of the Association of Club Executives in Michigan and California says the clubs bring in over $3 million a year to Detroit. Religious figures from Perfecting Church and Second Ebenezer Church (how evil villain-core are those names?!) came to support the city, and the government hired a Tennessee attorney who’s apparently the master at closing strip clubs to consult for a mere $75,000. [Freep] Keep reading »
The other day I was reading the personal blog of an old acquaintance of mine who’s currently going through a rather painful breakup. She’s in her mid-30s, has been married at least once before and has children from two different men, so clearly this is a road she’s at least a little familiar with, which is why I was so surprised by her most recent breakup confession. She wrote on her blog that the hardest thing she’s done so far — that one thing that has made this breakup “real” in her mind — was changing her Facebook status from “in a relationship” to “single.” Really? I thought. It wasn’t telling him you can’t see him anymore, or getting the key to your apartment back from him, or returning the clothes he kept in the corner of one of your dresser drawers that made you realize how over and done your relationship is? It was changing a line in your Facebook profile that sealed the deal for you and made it real? Keep reading »