My Tuesday evening ritual consists of the following: an hour and a half of yoga and meditation, followed by a hot bubble bath, in which I either drink a glass of wine or eat a Haagen-Daz Coffee Crunch ice cream bar, while wearing a mud mask and lisening to Dan Savage‘s Savage Love podcast. I highly recommend this entire evening routine. It makes the following day, Hump Day, that much easier. Keep reading »
Considering that those PG photos of the Gleeks in GQ caused such a ruckus, I’m wondering if these images of the ladies of MTV’s “Skins” in the new issue of Elle will get any backlash. Sure, they’re reasonably covered—part of a spread on incorporating underwear into outerwear—but the actresses seen here are 17 and 16, respectively. What do you think? Pretty pictures fitting for a show where sex comes up once a minute, or too little clothing considering their age? [Elle] Keep reading »
If you were alive in the ’80s, you probably made at least one trip to the salon to get a perm. I got many perms in my late elementary school years, which is bizarre, come to think of it, considering that I have naturally curly hair. But still, I sat with those rollers in my hair and that foul-smelling solution on my locks for hours, all so my hair would look permanently crimped. What were we thinking? Those perms are so over. Behold the perm of the aughts — the digital perm. This crazy-looking contraption, invented by Japanese hair dressers, uses digitally powered curlers to thermally recondition your hair while infusing it with the curl level of your choice. Instead of the crimped poodle look, you can transform your stick straight hair into flowing, gentle waves or your frizzy hair into manageable curls. The whole process takes about two hours. I think our friend the perm might be making a comeback. A victory for curly hair! [Daily Mail U.K.] Keep reading »
I grew up in a small town. It was in the “heartland”– the middle of the country, yet everyone had twangy Southern accents. The town didn’t have much money or restaurants or people. But we did have churches. Churches in pole-barns, churches whose congregations were made up of only one family, churches in the hills with members who spoke in tongues and fancy churches with stained glass that told you to vote for George Bush.
All through my youth, I probably would have said I was a Christian. It was just the default. My parents did take me to church when I was little, I grabbed from the tin of sugar-cookies and drank dixie cups of watery Kool-Aid, but I had somehow remained a bit feral. Keep reading »
Yeah, we definitely need a Screwnicorn, the love child of a unicorn and corkscrew. This clever bottle opener combines our childhood love of unicorns with our adult love of wine. A magical, mystical drinking experience is guaranteed for all. Unfortunately, rainbows are not included. But you should have fun saying things like, “Please pass the Screwnicorn” or “Let me Screwnicorn that bottle for you.”
Meet Belinda Heggen, my new hero. During an on-air broadcast about an Australian soccer player and a little urn he received as an honor, Belinda cracked a joke about her co-anchor’s dick size. I love how she says this with a complete straight face — get this woman a raise! [Salon via The Daily What] Keep reading »