Lady Gaga is not too happy about The Icecreamists newest flavor in their London ice cream parlor. It’s called Baby Gaga and it’s made from human breast milk. The milk is given by volunteers, who are registered blood donors, and then is pasteurized and mixed with vanilla pods and lemon zest. The flavor costs a whopping $23 per cup and debuted two weeks ago, with women in Lady Gaga-esque get-ups scooping it into martini glasses and topping it with liquid nitrogen and a teething biscuit. British inspectors almost instantly banned sale of the flavor and seized the first batch to make sure it met health standards.
But that hasn’t stopped Lady Gaga’s ire over the situation. Keep reading »
I’ve been off and on various online dating sites for, oh, four years now. By far, the stupidest part of online dating is the utter futility of most of the things one could say about oneself and how unimportant they can be. For instance, I’m a brunette who loves to read and has a sweet tooth. Same goes for probably three million other single women. Even personality qualities — loyal and generous, demanding and impatient — don’t mean much until you’re in the thick of it with someone. I’ve resigned myself to the fact that most guys probably check out my photos to see if I’m hot, scan my profile to see if I sound crazy, and if I pass both checkpoints, they message me something like, “hey u whatz up babe.” (And then I delete them.) In other words, it probably doesn’t matter to the majority of men if I say I’m a brunette or my hair is highlighted, or any of a number of other things, so long as I’m not obviously a psycho troll.
But there’s one thing personality trait, if you will, that I’ve advertised because I really do think it is important and I do want men to know about it. And perhaps unsurprisingly, it attracts a fair amount of attention from guys: I tell them that I’m kinky. Keep reading »
Confession: I love karaoking Avril Lavigne songs. I mean, “He was a sk8er boi/ she said see ya later boi?” The girl is obviously a genius. Okay, okay—in her defense, that was a song she penned at age 17 when everything seemed so complicated, even though it wasn’t really. Now, nine years later—after a divorce and a year dating Brody Jenner—I’m sort of curious to see what the Canadian rocker/pop star sounds like. Her new album still boasts tracks like “4 Real” that have me a little scared it’ll be more of the same, but I’m crossing my fingers that there will be a bit of growth on this new one. So consider this a recommendation with a heavy wink.
I was on the phone with the guy I had gone on a handful of dates with. We were discussing whether or not we would continue “dating.”
“I want to be able to spend the night and I want you to come to my neighborhood once,” I explained.
“I don’t want to have this conversation,” he said with conviction. “This conversation is about compromise. And compromise is a thing that people in relationships do.” Keep reading »
I’m dying. My chest cavity is compressing in from too much sheer joy. Giggles. Happiness. Too. Much. Cute. Hyperventilating. [YouTube
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