Mother and daughter duo Valerie and Camilla started their blog, A Butterfly by Day, two years ago after cleaning out a storage closet filled with designer pieces they had once worn. “Going through the closet and trying on the clothes with Camilla, we decided to document them on a blog,” explains Valerie. “After that, a collaboration between us was born.” The pair create style shoots influenced by both fashion and the art world, and feel that “the mix of generations collaborating as one and inspiring each other was unique to us.” Check out some of this awesome twosome’s favorite things after the jump! Keep reading »
The “Woman’s Right to Know Act” sounds so innocuous, doesn’t it? Of course women have a right to know! Alas, when it comes to restricting abortion access, it’s never innocuous.
The “Woman’s Right to Know Act,” passed by a Florida House subcommittee on Tuesday, would require women to view an ultrasound of her fetus before an abortion, or sign paperwork saying she had been offered the ultrasound but refused to see it. Rape and incest victims would have to provide proof that a crime had been committed against them if they wanted to opt out. Because, you know, making some poor teen girl prove she was impregnanted by her father is so compassionate and all. Keep reading »
See this guy? Isn’t his expression just the definition of a s**t-eating grin? That’s because he’s invented a perfume. Made from human poop. His name is Jammie, and he was able to create a perfume distilled from his own fecal matter. He’s selling the perfume, dubbed Surplus, for around $75 dollars a pop. Keep reading »
This weekend, I was running errands in my neighborhood when I bumped into someone I slept with in the last year. (Narrows it down, doesn’t it? Ha!) Immediately, I felt overwhelmingly flustered. In fact, I may have spoken some form of gibberish. After exchanging pleasantries — his sensical, mine, not so much — we went our separate ways, but I found myself weirdly shaken up. It was the sort of thing that I would have previously associated as a sign that I had romantic feelings for that person; my shaky hands an indicator of nervous sexual energy, and the vague nausea in my stomach would have been called “butterflies.” I would have relished that feeling, called it “thrilling.” Wondered when I would see that person in a naked capacity again and, Oh! Did he feel it too? Ah, the mystery. Isn’t that what makes romance so exciting?
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Let’s have some real talk … I know you think you’ve been having a really bad week and everything, what with your totally unfair “Good Morning America” interview earlier this week, when you were asked by Robin Roberts about your life after Rihanna. You remember Rihanna, right? She was your girlfriend — the one you beat up in February 2009, so violently that many media outlets refused to show the pictures of her. Well, Chris, you really have managed to outdo yourself this time; acting a fool on “GMA” was bad enough, but it was the unapologetic bulls**ttery after the fact that really takes the cake. You should be shocked and awed that you even get invited onto talk shows at all. I know I am. Keep reading »