Yesterday evening, I met The Young One outside my office with no idea of where we were going or what we were doing to celebrate Valentine’s Day. I’d pressed him for clues all week and the most he would give me was, “You’ll really like it,” and “If you wear heels, nothing too high.” We began walking, zigging and zagging down the unseasonably warm New York City streets. Every time I thought I had an idea of where we were headed, he’d laugh at my guess, shake his head ‘no,’ and make an abrupt turn. Finally he said, “This is it,” motioning toward an awning with the words “Ballroom Dancing” printed on it. Keep reading »
It seems like just yesterday Olympic figure skater Tonya Harding‘s husband hired a “hit man” to take out Nancy Kerrigan’s shins with a crowbar at the U.S. Figure Skating Championships (and Tonya tried to help cover up the crime). Actually, that was in 1994, which means I’m old. But I digress. What followed the crowbar heard ’round the world was Tonya’s slow and excruciating spiral down the drain. It seemed like the rabbit hole she had fallen in was bottomless. Keep reading »
Behold, Channing Tatum looking smoking hot in the March issue of GQ. This photo spread should put to bed rumors that he chubbed up after filming “The Eagle.” Apparently, the not-released-yet interview that accompanies the photos is even better. In it, Channing reveals why he became a stripper, calls Jagermeister the “nectar of the gods,” and tries to find his cell phone after a night of debauchery. [PopEater]
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A few years ago my friend Dana and I were volunteers for Minds Matter, a non-profit organization that helps underprivileged kids get into college. Dana, a white Florida hippie who had a thing for rap music, was hoping to boost her resume in order to secure a teaching fellowship in the city. My goal as a biracial fashion executive was just to help underprivileged minority girls get into college. The program was amazing. Every Saturday, Dana and I, along with a hundred other mentors would devote hours to our mentees and help them identify the schools best suited for them, complete their applications, and draft their personal essays. My mentee was a beautiful African American high school senior from Harlem named Jaleesa. She was smart, hardworking, and respectful, and I had come to view her like a little sister. To know that I was helping this young and talented girl into to college made me really proud, and protective. Keep reading »
Yes, Conor Oberst is dreamy. But that’s not why you should get The People’s Key, the seventh studio album from Bright Eyes, which drops today. Here’s a sample review from our friends at NPR: “I won’t mince words: This is the best record Bright Eyes has ever made.” So if you’ve enjoyed anything from this folk-tinged indie rock band before, you’ll no doubt enjoy their richer, more philosophical turn here. Full of spoken word moments and references to Rastafarianism and aliens, there’s also just some good, catchy, thought-provoking tunes here that are perfect for road trips.
Michelle Obama? Fat? The woman whose toned upper-arms have headlined the 10 o’clock news? Who would dare say such a thing? In a cartoon on a conservative web site called BigGovernment.com, the First Lady and the president are depicted chowing down on dinner — she with a pile of hamburgers and French fries and he with a few lettuce leaves. The joke here, I guess, is that she’s a hypocrite because she actually eats junk food sometimes? I don’t get the joke. What’s offensive about the cartoon, though, is how Michelle Obama is drawn with pudgy jowls, and bulging arms, and snaps at Barack, “Shut up and pass the bacon!” According to the media watchdog group Media Matters For America, a previous version of the cartoon that appeared online had Michelle saying, “Shut up and pass the lard!” Keep reading »