This just in: leggings are a direct threat to our figures. In fact, they may be to blame for making us overweight and out of shape. Easy, breezy, and stylish, YES. Good for our bodies, NO. Physiotherapist, Sammy Margo, warns about the hidden dangers of leggings after the jump. Keep reading »
By now, it is a widely known fact that before Channing Tatum made it in Hollywood, he was making it rain in an all-guy revue called “Male Encounter” at a strip club in Florida. And now Channing will be taking that real life experience and using it to inspire a role. Channing will star in “Magic Mike,” a story of a male stripper and his proteges. “This was a wild and pivotal time in my life,” Channing said in a statement. “And I couldn’t be more thrilled to go down the rabbit hole with Steven.”
And by Steven, he means Steven Soderbergh, who is coming out of retirement to direct the movie. Keep reading »
This morning, instead of brewing my own coffee as I normally do, I decided to go out and get a cup. I felt like taking a walk and clearing my head. At 7:45 a.m., still half-asleep, I made the executive decision to go out in mismatched clothing, my hair unbrushed, and last night’s mascara still on. Not to snark on myself, but I wasn’t looking my best. I ordered my coffee and the cute guy behind the counter was starting at me. I looked away as I was sure he was horrified by my raccoon eye. I became self conscious. But then he said something that surprised me. Keep reading »
Grumpy bridesmaid Grace van Cutsem stole the show at the royal wedding. But another member of the wedding party caught our eye: 24-year-old James Middleton, Kate Middleton’s smokin’ little brother, who delivered the reading at Westminster Abbey. Now we all want to know: who is James Middleton? Is he single? Does he have a great ass like Pippa? And why is “James Middleton gay” a hot Google search term (uh oh)? Keep reading »
I’ve never been a big fan of Mother’s Day. It’s not the commercialization that fuels my dislike, though — it’s that for 14 years, I haven’t had a mother to celebrate.
On September 20th, 1996, my mother’s 36th birthday, she died. Four years earlier, she had been diagnosed with breast cancer. In the intervening time, she endured hours of chemotherapy and radiation, the loss of her hair to the chemo and a breast to mastectomy, a surgery to reconstruct her missing breast, a bone marrow transplant, and countless days away from her family in the hospital. All this while raising three children and making sure that “cancer” was never, ever a dirty word in our house. Keep reading »