The royal wedding was a lot of fun. But today, I cringed for the newlyweds when I stumbled across the headline “Royal Couple May Not Be Able To Conceive.” This is taking things way too far. First of all, William and Kate are still on their honeymoon. Can we give them five minutes to enjoy married life together without pressuring them to make a royal baby? Keep reading »
“I’ve received one tooth from a fan. I made it into a pendant for a necklace. But now I really wanna make a fan tooth necklace to wear to an awards show. What I’m getting at is please send me your teeth. I’m dead serious. I need your teeth.”
—Ke$ha tweeting a call-out to her fans yesterday to send them their teeth. Well, I think maybe I have an old baby incisor around here somewhere?
Interestingly enough, this is not the first time Ke$ha has talked about her, uh, unusual jewelry. Keep reading »
This story begins with an answering machine. Which means that, yes, it happened a long time ago—I believe in 2003. I was at home in North Carolina visiting my parents, and on the second day of my stay, I plunged my key in the lock of the front door, dropped my bag on the table beside it, and hit the play button on the answering machine—autopilot reflexes I’d perfected years before when I’d actually lived in this house. The first message was obviously for my parents—skip. Ditto for message number two. But the third message contained a familiar baritone voice—Liam*, the guy I’d dated my senior year of high school through my junior year of college. We hadn’t spoken in the two years since we’d broken up.
Oh, that’s nice, I thought. I haven’t heard from him in forever. We should really meet for a cup of coffee while I’m here. Wait a second. How did he know I was home?
“It was wonderful seeing you two last week,” Liam said, his deep voice echoing through the foyer. “Thanks for the advice.”
And that’s when it hit me—this message wasn’t for me. It was for my parents. Keep reading »
It’s spring, which means you can find us sitting in the park on Sunday afternoon reading a book and working on our tan. This year, we plan to bring along the Skip Hop Central Park Blanket and Cooler. This nifty blanket/cooler combo carry-all includes everything you need for a perfect picnic in the park — a place to sit filled with stuff to eat. And it’s incredibly portable. Can’t beat that.
The words “Ronald Reagan” and “nude” in the headline scared you, didn’t it? Relax: it’s just his daughter Patti Davis posing nude again. Yes, again. Patti posed naked for Playboy in 1994 at age 42, she says, to celebrate kicking drugs and getting her body into shape. Now the First Daughter is posing nude at age 58 in the June issue of More, a magazine aimed at over-40 ladies, to prove her body is still as rock solid as her dad’s belief in trickle-down economics. While I generally think it’s cheesy when political hangers-on bare all (here’s lookin’ at you, Levi Johnston and sister), Patti Davis genuinely seems proud of her body’s accomplishments. Keep reading »