We thought this might be the case—Lisa Ling had no idea her agency sent out an email blast yesterday about speaking engagements for the fall. Here’s what she wrote us a little while ago:
Someone emailed me your blog—I am apoplectic and embarrassed by this. I NEVER even suggested that my agency put this out. Thank you for bringing this to my attention.
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I normally find conventions kind of creepy and cult-like, but this one actually sounds amazing: The National Single Cougars Convention for Young Men & Older Women in Silicon Valley. I’m not sure at what age you become a legitimate cougar, but I do know that the second I turned 30, much younger boys were popping out of bars and subway cars, falling over themselves to get a whiff of me. Well…I may be exaggerating, but this is my fantasy, so please don’t interrupt. But seriously, there’s something appealing about a younger guy who is still un-jaded about dating and who is still willing to take risks. That’s why I am seriously considering this convention. In my fantasy, all the gorgeous successful thirty- and forty-somethings will wear ball gowns, while dashing young twenty-something men carry our champagne glasses and feed us grapes. I like it. After the jump, the details. Keep reading »
For the first time ever, researchers have decoded the complete HIV virus genome. This wasn’t an easy feat, because HIV carries its genetic information on RNA instead of DNA which is more complex because it’s 3D. This is a very big deal because now scientists will have a much better understanding of how HIV works. They can zoom in on different pieces of the virus and see which parts do what. Researchers can, hopefully, use this info to figure out why the virus is able to go undetected in the human host for so long and why it’s immune to so many drugs. Scientists also plan to alter or mutate parts of the genome and see if the virus notices. If they can find a mutation that effs up how HIV functions or makes it grow slower, well, that’s pretty exciting. [AFP]
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My 85-year-old Grandma has got some serious game and an even hotter love life than me. Still dating in her golden years, my grams finally settled down and moved in with her sexy new boyfriend. He’s 94, also a Holocaust survivor, and a total charmer. They spend the winters at her condo in Boca (that’s Boca Raton, Florida, natch), and the summers at his place in New York. So, while she’s in town, I took the opportunity to ask my own personal dating guru to share her secrets with us Frisky gals. Here’s what Grandma’s got to say about the best places to meet men, masturbation, sex back in the day, and porn addiction. What, you think I’d let her get off easy?
Got a question for Simcha’s grandma? Email firstname.lastname@example.org — no topic is off-limits for this silver fox! Keep reading »
Yesterday we reported on the horrific health-club shooting in which woman-hater George Sodini walked into a Pittsburgh LA Fitness Club and open fired on a bunch of women taking a Latin Impact dance aerobics class. He killed three and injured nine others before killing himself. New facts are emerging about this crazy dude and they are totally disturbing. After the jump, find out more about George Sodini’s life. Keep reading »
Sherri Shepherd has been working toward a swimsuit body since May, which included getting her first Brazilian, and today she strutted her stuff on live TV. Besides working with a nutritionist, a trainer, and an endocrinologist, Sherri tried on more than 300 suits until she found the one she wore. Personally, I like the one she’s wearing in this week’s People better, but I don’t think I could ever go on TV in a swimsuit, so who am I to judge her style choices. And is it just me, or does it look like she’s wearing pantyhose, the way the majorettes did in high school? Keep reading »
The New York Times devoted an entire article today to women who loathe their feet. Yes, feet. Smelly, flaky, callused, un-pedicured feet. Some blogs will mock the Times‘ hard-hitting piece of journalism about the ways sandal season brings out our most shameful podia-neuroses.
But I hear you, women who are ashamed of your feet. Fear not, for I am one of you. [New York Times] Keep reading »
Call it karma. Call it what nearly every “Bridezilla” viewer has wished, during one episode or another, would happen. Call it whatever you want. But the news that Karee Gibson Hart, who appeared on WeTV’s “Bridezillas” this summer, was arrested for her outrageous and vile behavior on the show sort of makes me smile. Actually, screw “sort of.” I’m grinning from ear to ear right now. Did you see her episodes? Keep reading »
Besides the fact that Amelia and I have used Maybelline Great Lash mascara since, like, childbirth, I’ve gotta add that after almost a decade spent chatting up makeup artists and various beauty experts, it’s hands (lashes?) down the preferred mascara of runway shows, photo shoots, red carpets and regular old everyday folks like you and me. So when we heard about a new version of ye olde standby called Maybelline Great Lash Big, we got nervous. Will we love it as much as the old version? What if it’s not as good? What if it’s — gulp — even better? In order to get a variety of opinions (some more objective than others), we not only tested Big in-house but we also sent it out to readers. Whether or not you should buy this mascara (spoiler alert: Yeah, it’s awesome!), and five different mini-reviews after the jump! Keep reading »
In Jamie Bufalino’s sex column in Time Out New York this week, a 30-year-old straight woman writes in to tell Jamie about a super-embarrassing moment she experienced during sex with her new boyfriend recently. She says:
This evening we are fooling around and I am straddling him but no actual intercourse. All of a sudden—OMG Jamie, I can’t even write this—I felt some sort of warm liquid under me…I don’t know WTF happened, there seriously was no warning whatsoever…but somehow, my body released runny, watery, disgusting, liquidy s**t. Not a lot, but definitely enough. Again, no signs of it coming, no stomach gurgling, no slipped fart, nada. Just straight-up liquid s**t. I stopped immediately, hopped into the shower, and wanted to curl up and disappear. He was actually very polite and understanding about it. I want to know, how the hell did this happen?!? Why was there no warning?!? I’m so disgusted and humiliated that I don’t know if I have the courage to ever see him again.
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