Last week, doctors discovered a debilitating ailment—Cell Phone Elbow. This injury rears its ugly head when your ulnar nerve, on the inside of your elbow, gets compressed, which happens if you bend your arm too much, either by holding a cell phone to your ear or leaning on your arm while typing at work. Sure, it may be apt punishment for people who yack on their phones allll day long. But it can be super painful, and even make typing or writing difficult. [CBS]
This got me thinking—you know those days when you just don’t feel like going to work because your bed is warm, it’s raining outside, the boyfriend is over, etc? “I have Cell Phone Elbow,” would sound so much better than my stale go-to excuse, “I have food poisoning.” Here are four other tech-related excuses that’ll come in just as handy. Keep reading »
In what can only described as sickening news, French luxury goods brand Hermès admitted it has resorted to breeding its own crocodiles to meet demand for its leather bags. According to Patrick Thomas, the company’s chief executive, it can take three or four crocodiles to make one bag, so they breed the animals on farms, mainly in Australia, to get enough to produce about 3,000 bags a year. And they can’t even make enough bags to meet demand.
You can’t really fault a company for doing what they can to take money without expressly hurting the environment — it’s not like they’re making crocodiles extinct to make bags — but do we really need to carry crocodile handbags in the first place? Keep reading »
Carving our initials—D + J = <3 4ever!—into the side of a tree with might be super-romantic, but it’s not especially green. So my boyfriend and I are scoping out ways to wear each other’s initials instead. We’re not quite at the engagement ring stage, though, and tattoos aren’t either of our scenes.
Thank-heavens-for-Etsy, there’s more than a few cute initialed doodads online. I’m sweet on the Black Diamond edition Scrabble tiles ($5.75) or the
typewriter key letters ($24.99), both of which are funky ways to wear a “D” around my neck. But someone who doesn’t like to wear jewelry—like my bf—might prefer this sweet-ass engraved guitar pick ($28).
Too cute, right? Keep reading »
Ride like the wind and look cool doing it with these ancient Greek-inspired bicycle clips. We’re completely obsessed with bikes (or chariots, whatever) these days, and wouldn’t even consider wearing those dorky garters for your pants until we saw this swifty pair designed by Gijs Bakker. An Amsterdammer who clearly knows a thing or two about biking, Bakker created the clips from fluorescent PVC and with a snap mechanism to easily latch onto your ankles. Now which way to the bacchanal? [$20, AplusRStore.com] Keep reading »
Even though model Sara Ziff has walked for Chanel and Marc Jacobs and has been the face of Calvin Klein, Gap, Stella McCartney and Dolce & Gabbana, she strips the modeling industry of its glamour like she’s ripping off false eyelashes. Mentorship from Twiggy? Coddling from Miss Jay?
Actually, the life of a professional pretty face means fending off a scuzz-load of pervy photogs, according to Sara’s documentary “Picture Me” about the behind-the-scenes of modeling. Keep reading »
On an early date with my ex, we were discussing sexual experiences (what, me discuss sex?!) and he told me that he had had a threesome. Months later I found out that he had lied. I wasn’t mad about it, but because it was such an odd thing to make up, I’ve never forgotten it. (I’ve also never figured out why. Was he trying to show off? Plant the seed for a future threesome, which he tried, in vain, to have up until we broke up?) This week I read Glamour‘s “5 Lies Men Tell About Their Sexual History (Hint: The Three-Way is BS)” and discovered that, apparently, many men tell this little fib, along with other sex lies like “I lost my virginity when I was 16!” and “This has never happened before.” So what about the guys on our IM? What sex lies have they told? Keep reading »
Heather Graham wore this fugly dress to the Irish premiere of “The Hangover.” But she must have been suffering from a hangover headache when she agreed to wear this thing on the red carpet. It reminds me of those cheap Leg Avenue nylon “dresses” you can buy in fetish stores. [Dublin, 6/9/09] Keep reading »
I was raised by a working, single mother. She went to Stanford, majored in economics, became a public school teacher, wrote a book, and now works as a journalist. She didn’t give up her job when she had my sister or me, and she certainly didn’t give it up after she and my father divorced. I consider her the ultimate feminist — she’s worked her butt off, made a living on her own, and raised two perfect daughters (just kidding). She’s my hero. But if she had quit her job when I was born, retiring at age 31, would she still be my #1 role model? It’s hard to say.
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