The Kardashian girls attended Michael Jackson’s funeral. Apparently, that meant bust out the vinyl mini-skirt to Khloe. How klassy. [Los Angeles, 7/7/09] Keep reading »
There are many fashion capitals scattered across the globe, but surprisingly no two are alike. You might think that one well heeled and shiny lipped city could not be distinguished from it’s other couture colleagues, but oh how wrong you would be. Residents of these fashion forward cities are stylish, trendy and decked out in designer duds but in unique and innovative ways. Here is a rundown of the signature city styles of fashion capitols around the world. Keep reading »
La, la, la, la, la, I’ve got to be direct, I’ve been waiting for “Daria” on DVD ever since MTV took the “Beavis and Butt-Head”-spinoff off the air. Daria was to alt-girls what Cher Horowitz was to Valley girls. She made it okay to wear combat boots and not care about the latest fads. And her sarcasm was lethal, proving that a girl with brains and glasses can stand up for herself. We can’t wait until the summer of 2010 when Daria takes down the Heidi Montags of the world, or at least their ratings. [Street] Keep reading »
Michael Jackson is the King of Pop, but he could also be dubbed the King of Crazytown Rumors. With all the hoopla taking place in Los Angeles right now over his memorial service, I thought it would be nice to look back at some of the most “Off The Wall” allegations about the singer. From accusations of him sleeping in a hyperbaric chamber to trying to buy the Elephant Man’s skull, below are five outrageous rumors spread about Jacko that were really wacko.
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Today, Glamour‘s know-it-all guy-about-relationships, Jake, thinks us gals put on certain acts to attract men. Now, I’m willing to cop to having tried out a few flirting tactics here and there—but to me, morphing into a girl I’m not, just to snag a dude, was never in the cards. How freaking exhausting. It’s hard enough being me sometimes, why the hell would I try to be “outgoing-dancing-on-the-bar-because-I’m-sooooo-fun” me? Or “that-should-have-been-a-foul-go-Celtics” me? I just don’t think most of us out there are that contrived in our date-me ploys. And if you are pulling this BS, well, you ain’t fooling anyone, most of all the male species (or this Jake character and his bros). What do you think of these five ladies? My two cents are following his “sage” words… Keep reading »
I laughed so hard I cried this weekend, courtesy of “The Hangover.” (Did you see it? It was the blood brothers scene. OMG, so funny.) Zach Galifianakis, Ed Helms and Bradley Cooper are so hilarious as three friends who lose the groom-to-be during a wild bachelor party in Vegas.
Worth the $12 ticket, sure, but now I want to see a before-the-wedding “buddy flick” with women.
Yeah, we’re less likely to kidnap Mike Tyson’s pet tiger. (Yeah, that’s actually a plot point of “The Hangover.”) But it doesn’t mean we don’t party hard when one of our girls is getting hitched. Hollywood has a history of doing movies where brides-to-be and their friends look like bridezillas and obsessive wackjobs. But we’re real women. And we’re not all real crazy! And we want a movie about the female version of the wild bachelor/ette party antics.
I’ve made it easy on you, Hollywood: I’ve outlined my entire dream movie—director, plot, cast, soundtrack—for you, after the jump:
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The U.K.’s edgier counterpart to our Paris Hilton, Peaches Geldof, insists that despite her clearly provocative looks (the heels, that ink, those bedroom eyes), “it should be obvious I’m not dressing for men.” Huh. In fact, the 20-year old, who just launched a clothing line with PPQ, told the Times, “I don’t want to dress for men, I think it’s almost like a feminist thing.” It is almost like that Peaches! Meh, we’re not gonna hate on the girl just because she’s stylish, rich and, arguably, young enough to get away with making kind of ridic statements like that, but her comment did make us consider who women really end up dressing for anyway. Keep reading »