Our friends over at Urlesque compiled a list of some of the saddest guys on Etsy. You know, the guys who were forced to don really stupid hats or clothing items for their wives’ or girlfriends’ Etsy stores. The worst offender? This guy, who is sporting a strange one-armed sweater contraption, and tights! Sorry, guy, you are probably a really nice boyfriend, but a really terrible model. [Regretsy] Keep reading »
“My mother spends all day in front of the computer and every other day or so, I’ll see her name come up on the caller ID and preemptively open my laptop knowing she’s going to want to address whatever rumor she’s read recently. She also gets really, really upset by—you know, sometimes they write negative stuff about you or in the comments people will say mean things. She’s always like, ‘Ryan, why do they call you a tool?’ or ‘Why do they think you’re a jerk?’ She took particular umbrage with this. She said, ‘I always read in the comments that they call you a DILF. I don’t like that. I don’t know what it means, but I don’t like it. What is that, Ryan?’ I said, ‘Actually mom, that means I’m like a dad that they’d like to have sex with.’ And then I hear my dad in the background say, ‘Susan, did he tell you what a DILF is?’”
—Ryan Phillippe shares an anecdote with Ellen about his mom. Meanwhile, he neither denies nor confirms that he’s dating Amanda Seyfried. Though he does get in an SAT word or two. [Huffington Post] Keep reading »
Last night, during the results show of “American Idol,”
season eight runner-up, Adam Lambert
, took the stage to perform an acoustic version of his song “Aftermath.” I didn’t watch much of Lambert’s season of “Idol” but I do recall thinking he had great stage presence and a solid set of pipes. I also appreciated how out and proud he was about his being gay, especially given “Idol”‘s reach and influence — seeing someone like Lambert excel can do much to inspire a young gay teen who maybe feels ostracized at home and in his community. Acceptance is a primary theme in “Aftermath,” but I have to say I was especially impressed by just how good
Lambert’s performance was. I know I am late to the party, but I’m officially a fan. Keep reading »
Two months ago, I packed up my life into all the suitcases and storage boxes I could find. My kitchen supplies went in storage. A Reiss cocktail dress I’d bought to wear for my own engagement party at some unforeseen date went to my sister’s. My books are still piles up in my parents’ living room. I left baby photos of Ex-Mr. Jessica, given to me by his grandma back when he referred to me as “the one,” behind in our old bedroom along with my housekey.
Moving out of the apartment I shared with my ex-boyfriend was worse than the breakup. He made the breakup easy on me, in a way, by treating me badly. I felt hurt about being dumped, of course, but mostly I felt angry: I didn’t deserve to be dumped so suddenly, to have another woman waiting in the wings, to basically have been kicked out of my home, and to have my possessions threatened. I still feel blood-pumping anger about all that. Moving out felt so final and being forced to do it against my will totally sucked.
I’ve spent a lot of time on my own these past two months. I’ve done a lot of thinking and hurting and growing. I feel ready — or mostly ready — to leave my parents’ house in Connecticut where I’ve been staying and move back out on my own again. A single woman. A city girl again. Sigh. It turns out moving out on my own again is hard, too. Keep reading »