Zergnet: Simply Irresistible
The guys over at Bullz-Eye.com put together a pretty solid list of the 10 things a guy should never say to a woman. But men aren’t alone with the verbal diarrhea. After the jump, 20 things you should never say to a guy unless you want him to plug his ears while blathering, “Lalalalalalalalala!” Keep reading »
In “bonnet books,” as Amish romances are called, the author’s idea of a sexual climax is typically a few (sinful!) kisses spread throughout 300 pages. Sounds hawt, huh? But Amish romances, such as ones by Beverly Lewis, Wanda Brunstetter, and Cindy Woodsmall, are selling by the millions. Says Barnes & Nobel book buyer, Jane Love, “It’s almost like you put a person with a bonnet or an Amish field in the background and it automatically starts to sell well!” [WSJ]
Yet “bonnet books” surely have more readers than just God-fearing folks who churn their own butter. (I’ve seen the books on the Borders’ shelves shopped by my fellow Connecticut suburbanites and, trust me, those people are pretty depraved.) I guess temptation, forbidden love and scandal—whether with vampires, NASCAR drivers, or the Amish—appeal to everybody!
After the jump, a few sexy, saucy bits from Amish romance novels that’ll have your bonnet all tied up. Keep reading »
“Ellen has such a beautiful body, and I personally battled with my own body image for years. I used to tell myself, You can’t wearing anything sleeveless or strapless. And all of a sudden I was like, What if I just didn’t send such negative messages to my brain and said, wear it and enjoy it? And now I’m more comfortable in clothes than ever …. [Ellen] was in her frickin’ bra with an open jacket and hot pink shorts, skating around the rink with red lips and … she was sexy as a mother … a feral creature. It was great.”
We’ve already discussed The Shoe that we non-famous people are going all bats**t crazy over, but here’s The Bag of the season, according to Alexander McQueen’s Twitter feed and, um, visual proof — Freida Pinto, Kelly Osbourne, Little Boots and Sam Taylor Wood all wore his Skull Knuckle Duster Clutch to those GQ awards we were discussing yesterday. (On that note, if you haven’t witnessed Kate Moss’ temper tantrum yet, please watch it ASAP.) This shiz is smokin’ hot if, say, you’re into skulls and leather and all that crap (and I assure you, I am), but the problem is that I’m pretty sure the designer’s publicists sent these gorgeous young folks this clutch free of charge, because that’s basically how this system works. Sadly, most of us peons will never quite achieve McQueenian nirvana since the price tag of this delectable little number is no less than $1,895. Check it out here if you want to buy it and/or don’t believe me. Get a much closer look at it after the jump, because you know at least we can look forward to knockoffs coming to an H&M near us soon. Keep reading »
I don’t even have time to list all the politicians who’ve been caught having affairs in recent years. But at least Mark Sanford and John Edwards had the good sense not to talk about their dalliances on tape. California State Assemblyman Mike Duvall, a self-stated “family values warrior” who recently won the Ethics in America award, forgot that he was wearing a microphone when, before an assembly meeting, he dished all the dirty deets of his affair(s) to an assembly buddy. “I’ve been getting into spanking her,” he said on the recording. “I like it!” [CNN]
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I still remember the confused look on my date’s face as I self-consciously blurted out, apropos of nothing, “I’ve just lost seven pounds on Weight Watchers and I intend to lose 15 more!”
With that I stifled a burp, plunked down my pint glass and realized that we (meaning, he) had been talking about his band, not my tummy bulge. But who could blame me? Weight Watchers assigns each food a points value and you’re only allowed a certain amount each day. I’d been hoarding all of mine for our date. (Beer is three points a bottle!) I was a little woozy.
But not too woozy to note that I’d become that most embarrassing of daters — the oversharer. Keep reading »