Congratulations to Phyllis Lyon, 84, and Del Martin, 87, a lesbian couple that has been together for 55 years — they plan to become the first same-sex couple to legally exchange marriage vows in San Francisco. SF Mayor Gavin Newsom will officiate the ceremony. Enjoy it ladies — you should have never had to wait! [Yahoo News] Keep reading »
American Apparel, the t-shirt and clothing company well-known for its, um, amorous owner Dov Charney and its controversial advertisements (like the one at left), is getting into the pleasure business — that is, they’re officially selling the Hitachi Magic Wand (a back massager turned, uh, other massager), online and at stores nationwide. Will the Rabbit be available at The Gap next?! [AmericanApparel.net] Keep reading »
Why do things have to change? With the news that Strawberry Shortcake went and got a makeover, we were upset. How could you take a girl who looked like a ragamuffin and turn her into a tween queen? Seriously, Strawberry looks like the most popular Mean Girl in her class. And now there’s word that the Care Bears are supposedly getting a new look too, and they’ll soon be less plump with longer eyelashes (because even bears look better when they’re thin and have eyelash extensions). Mickey Mouse is next. Disney better not reduce his ear size. Flaws are what make the man…er, mouse. [NY Times] Keep reading »
DMC Pharmacy in Chantilly, Virginia, will sell everything from cold meds to contact solution when it opens this summer, but if you want condoms, birth control pills, or any other form of contraception, you’d better head in the other direction. The “pro-life pharmacy” sticks to a strict policy of not offering its patrons contraception or anything else that “interferes” with the procreation process. Virginia doesn’t have laws which require pharmacists to dispense prescriptions written by a physician, but luckily, there are at least five other pharmacies (pro-choice ones, we guess!) within spitting distance. [Washington Post] Keep reading »
Sam Taylor-Wood is a famous artist/photographer who did a series of photographs of Hollywood actors weeping. This is one of them and we think tears are becoming on 007′s cheeks. To see more, of actors like Benicio Del Toro, Jude Law, and Ryan Gosling, click here. But while you’re here, we’d like to hear your opinion — what do you think of dudes crying? I was watching Meet The Press this weekend, and when Tom Brokaw got all choked up over his pal Tim Russert, I got all weepy too. Keep reading »
The Pussycats Private Adult Entertainment business in Albany, NY, has closed after being evicted from its space in a mini-strip mall. Apparently, on the portion of the lease where the leasee states what operations will take place on the property, the Pussycats’ owner wrote “in-store modeling for clients.” And actually, when you think about it, that’s what stripping is: women modeling clothes, however tiny, for whatever client happens to be seated in front of them. [Albany Democrat Herald] Keep reading »
When you’re single, there’s not much need for secrets. You live on your own, pay your own bills and make your own decisions because you don’t have to answer to anyone but yourself. If you want that pair of $250 jeans but have no money, who says you can’t charge them? It’s you and only you that will suffer the consequences, so who the heck cares? Marriage, in many ways, means the end of this autonomy. That $250 pair of jeans? Someone else will likely see that you spent that much on them or recognize their presence, if not the Neiman Marcus bag they came in. And, odds are, he or she won’t be too pleased.
Before I got married, I engaged in all sorts of behaviors that I knew were dumb, but I chose to do anyway because I was my own boss. I knew my habitual enjoyment of Marlboro Ultra Lights and shopping extravaganzas completely incongruous with my paychecks were idiotic (The aforementioned jeans story? That was me. Every week.), but I didn’t care enough to stop. Once R. and I got hitched however, I realized I had to. We were living together now – sharing everything, and I knew I couldn’t be self-centered Chelsea anymore. Keep reading »
Sesame bagels are my favorite, and if I were a guy, eating them might help me in the sex department. That’s because sesame seeds are rich in the amino acid arginine, which is involved in making nitric oxide, a compound that enhances blood through arteries and even male body parts! More blood flow to certain appendages is a good thing. So, slip your man some sesame seeds (do you think the ones on top of hamburger buns count?) and see what happens — we just hope he doesn’t have a severe allergy like Ryan Phillipe’s character in Antitrust. Please tell me I’m not the only person who has seen this movie. [Parade] Keep reading »
I have dated losers of all stripes. Degenerate gamblers, pathological liars, cheaters, guys who can’t get it up, nymphomaniacs, older guys, younger guys, short guys, out of shape guys, steroid-pumping in-shape guys, musicians, baby daddies and waiters. I even had a brief affair with a Voice Over Artist. Yes, in a world where you can’t find a boyfriend, you have sex with a man who reads out loud – for a living.
Totally shockingly, in this vast, impressive portfolio of Y chromosome mediocrity, I have always ended up with the shit end of the stick. The common thread that weaves all these winners together (deep-seeded dysfunction aside) is the complete ambiguity that defined my relationship with each of them. We dated, often for months on end, but was he my boyfriend? I would be plagued with the flogging inner monologue of a quiz show – question after question after question. What was he doing when he wasn’t with me? How come he drinks so much? Why does he smell like Chanel No. 5 when I wear Stella McCartney? And where did all those track marks on his arms come from?
You know, typical pseudo-girlfriend type worries. Keep reading »
