It’s hard to go more than a few months in the United States without a juicy cheerleading scandal. (Don’t believe me? Check out my book CHEER!: Inside the Secret World of College Cheerleaders.) Today, a case in Oklahoma is eerily reminiscent of Wanda Holloway, the infamous Texas cheer mom who tried to have her daughter’s cheer rival offed in the 1990s. Find out what happened this time time around, after the jump… Keep reading »
At first there were butterflies. David and I decided to move in together, the first step towards what I hope will be a long and loving life at each other’s sides.
And then I started thinking about how I am so OCD that I need to dry my body and my hair with separate towels. How I don’t want anyone using my fancy Bliss hand lotion to jerk off. How, most of the time, I prefer reading to talking to people.
My boyfriend is bottomless (well, near bottomless) when it comes to accepting me and loving me for my quirks and foibles. But with all these little realizations, it dawned on me that unless I am OK with being truly wretched and selfish, moving in with my boyfriend means I might have to compromise, change and sacrifice a little independence. Keep reading »
As you might imagine, the tabloids—like every other popular culture venue out there—are flooded with new Michael Jackson conspiracies this week. It seems that they were so distracted with MJ that they decided to give their favorite usual victims—the Gosselins, Speidi, Jennifer Aniston—the week off. I bet they’re all feeling really good about themselves? We scrounge up the new tidbits the tabs spewed this week. Keep reading »
I love reading. I might love it more than orgasms, sleeping or eating. And I will read anything, high or low, because I’ve enjoyed “smart books” like Katharine Graham’s autobiography as much as “trashy books” like The Other Boleyn Sister. I just can’t stand people who get on their high horse and sniff that a 10th grader could have written Twilight. It was a good read—who cares?
I’ve read two novels by Jodi Picoult—My Sister’s Keeper and Nineteen Minutes—which were both three-hanky reads about suburban families with troubled kids (cancer in one, a school shooting in another). But NPR has a different perspective on the Picoult oeuvre. Keep reading »
Know how when you’re talking to a guy and his eyes are wandering about eight inches below your mouth you kind of start to think that those tacky “my eyes are up higher” tees are maybe justified? Well, they’re still not. But you can give him something to laugh at (and feel like an ass about) with this nerd girl appropriate “Nice Tweets” tee. Supposedly they’re printed on an “American Apparel shirt so soft, you’ll swear you’re wearing a cloud made of babies.” We don’t hate the sound of that. [$20, Nerdist] Keep reading »
In an interview with People, hunky “True Blood” vampire Stephen Moyer said that he and his girlfriend/co-star, Anna Paquin, box together for fun. “I like the sport and she likes the blood,” he said. Apparently, Anna can hold her own in the ring. “She won’t stop until she’s gnawed your stumps off. I tell you, my girl is hardcore,” said Moyer. [People]
Wow, this is a little weird. We wonder if these two are confusing their real relationship with their “True Blood” romance? Either way, they are not the only couple that has strange, vaguely kinky, relationship rituals. After the jump, a few other couple with strange habits. Keep reading »
I don’t believe that once a cheater, always a cheater. That specific aphorism is a bitter, moralizing form of self-deception. We all are cheaters; none of us is invulnerable to temptation. What defines a person is not whether they are faithless. It is a simple, easy thing to impulsively take that which you want. No, what defines a person is whether they chose to stay faithful. That is difficult, and that active decision, that vigilance, is the steep price love demands. Keep reading »
It’s that time of year, ladies, when you gots to show off your bod. And if you’re like me, you are a scaly, ashy mess. Not to worry, you can soften up your rough bits with some quick exfoliation and put your best skin forward. Here’s the dirt on the best scrubbing suds out there… Keep reading »
I’ve never thought of my cramps as particularly debilitating, but even I have had moments when I need something stronger than Midol. (One vacation where I was unable to get out of bed comes to mind.) But there’s a new treatment out there—Allay, a pulsed electromagnetic field therapy device—that could nix period pain forevs. This treatment was originally used for sports injuries—even on racehorses. It works by emitting a low level electromagnetic current to the cells down there, restoring the electrical balance that’s messed up during menstruation. Place the cloth circle on your abdomen behind the elastic of your undies, turn on the switch, and let the currents do their work. Some say Allay works as a placebo, but five cramp-free days is enough motivation to try it. [Daily Mail]
If you’re a little wary of anything used to treat horses, here are some other unconventional remedies that might work for you. Keep reading »