Last week, I met a friend for coffee and, as we sipped our cappuccinos, I pumped her for details on the date she’d been on the the night before. “It was alright,” she said, sounding unenthused. “He was just really … young.”
“How young?” I asked, worried we might be talking about a guy with a fake ID.
“Twenty-six,” she said, wincing ever-so-slightly as she pushed out the words.
“That’s not that young,” I said, rushing to the defense of this guy I’d never met. But as I pointed out that there was five years between them—not the biggest age differential ever—I could tell by the look on her face that it wasn’t going to change her mind. When you’re not feeling it, you’re just not feeling it—and I respect that. Keep reading »
Hold your horses, this post is NOT about marriage bashing. But married ladies, I have an important factoid to share. The abbreviation “Mrs.” is actually short for the word “mistress.” In more innocent times, a mistress was the woman married to the master of the house, but as you know, the meaning of the word has devolved a bit. So, unless you enjoy referring to yourself as a homewrecker, it may be safer to make up a new prefix for married women. Like “Mar.” Your husband will be happy to know that his abbreviation, “Mr.,” is short for “master.” You may want to continue referring to him as “master,” ya know, if you’re into that kind of thing. [OMG Facts] Keep reading »
Because we haven’t witnessed nearly enough of the mundanities of the Kardashians‘ lives, E! has a brand new series called “Kourtney and Kim Take Manhattan” that premiered on Sunday. The show follows the two sisters as they open up a Dash boutique in Manhattan. I thought I would rather bang my head against a wall than watch, but I’m noticing an interesting dynamic emerging between these two. Kim and Kourtney couldn’t be at more different life stages—Kim has vowed to remain single for the year and has her mind on dudes, dudes, dudes, while Kourtney has a baby and a boyfriend who, if the previews aren’t deceptive, is going to propose soon. And like happens in so many friendships and sister relationships, the two bump heads over their relationship status. Mainly in the way the two want to spend their time outside the boutique. Keep reading »
Imagine being 23 years old and finding out that your mother is not actually your mother. Devastating, right? Now imagine that you find out that she kidnapped you from a hospital. That’s, like, beyond. This insane scenario is a reality for Nejdra Nance, born Carlina White. The woman she knew as her mother, Ann Pettway, has finally confessed her crime to the FBI.What would possess someone to kidnap a 19-day-old baby and raise her as your own? Ann claimed she had several miscarriages and feared she would never become a mother. Uh, I’m thinking that excuse won’t hold up too well in court. Her err in judgement may earn her life in prison, not to mention the pain she has caused Carlina and her biological family. [People] Keep reading »
Mamma mia! The cast of “Jersey Shore” is moving to Italy to film season four, presumably so Ronnie can see what the inside of an Italian jail looks like, too. Sources tell TMZ that MTV is already scouting locations in Italy and working to get cast members their visas. Apparently, a dinner with Vinny’s “authentic Italian relatives” is already lined up, too. Get President Obama on the line … this qualifies as an international emergency, right? [TMZ.com] Keep reading »
Sunday morning, at 2:30 a.m., I was jostled from my deep slumber by the obnoxious trill of my cellphone alerting me to a new text message. I knew it had to be one of two people. Anyone else who would text at such a late hour would be being rude, but a booty call is just playing by the rules.
I didn’t get the little rush I usually feel when I realize someone wants to come over to bang me in the middle of the night. I didn’t even really feel flattered. I glanced at my phone to double check — yep, Likely Candidate #1, the 28-year-old who was probably hoping for a good luck f**k on behalf of the Jets before that evening’s championship game. I clicked my phone to silent and got back underneath the covers. Not interested. This was kind of a big deal, as two weeks ago — before I began my sex/dating/drinking sabbatical — I would have texted him back in the affirmative and spent the 15 minutes before he arrived ensuring I didn’t have bad breath and that my armpits were shaved. Keep reading »