A few weeks ago, we told you “Real Housewives of Orange County” stars Gretchen Rossi and Slade Smiley were secretly hooking up. Well, now there’s photographic evidence. Slade and Gretchen are not only kissing in some of the shots, but he’s also checking out her butt while holding her at arms length. Gretchen, of course, seems to be acting her usual flirtatious self, showing off her tiny booty and veneered smile. And she’s wearing an engagement ring, which is probably the same one Jeff Beitzel gave her during season four because Slade has been having money troubles lately and probably couldn’t afford one. I can say one positive thing about this doomed affair: Her white bikini with black lace details is rather cute. [Dlisted] Keep reading »
An objective, partially superficial analysis of women’s magazines like Glamopolitan has led me to form the following conclusions:
If you don’t learn the 456 sex tips, he will cheat on you.
You’re not fat, girl! But here’s a diet to try!
You date nothing but losers — and therefore have an insatiable appetite for articles about men being losers. “How Not To Date A Loser.” “How To Detect A Loser.” “How To Tell If Mr. Right Is Actually A Human Trojan Horse Filled With Thimble-Sized Losers.”
The point is made: You ladies have dated lots of losers. But have you ever considered that maybe, sometimes, totes gasp, you’re the loser yourself? Keep reading »
Devil get behind me, it’s cold and flu season. Maybe it’s because I grew up with a mom who refused to categorize any of her five kids as officially “sick” unless fluids were exploding and the temperature hit well into the hundreds, but I am not the person you want taking care of you when you’re not feeling well. Conversely, when I’m under the weather, the first thing out of my boyfriend’s mouth is always an offer to rub my chest down with alcohol just like his Greek mama used to do when he was a kid. No, thanks!
I’ve found there are two types of patients—the cranks and the crybabies. I’m more of a crank. I want glasses of cold water, complete silence for the duration, and whatever medications I’m taking within arm’s reach. Don’t talk to me if you don’t want to get yelled at. Keep reading »
Her family issued the following statement:
“Liam Neeson, his sons, and the entire family are shocked and devastated by the tragic death of their beloved Natasha. They are profoundly grateful for the support, love and prayers of everyone, and ask for privacy during this very difficult time.”
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Salma Hayek has beautifully smooth skin, and once she launches her anti-aging cosmetic line, we’ll have her beauty secrets. The line is inspired by Hayek’s grandmother Maria Luisa, who was a makeup artist and used to make her own cosmetics. According to Hayek, Maria Luisa’s skin remained wrinkle-free well into her nineties. “When she died at 96, of course her skin had sagged, but she didn’t have any wrinkles,” Hayek told InStyle. The makeup line will be a recreation of her grandmother’s lotions and potions, made from ingredients available only in Latin America. But we’re also sure it will contain some plum lipsticks and brown and aubergine shade eyeshadows, too, as those are Hayek’s favorites. [Female First] Keep reading »
We’re all about the curves, but strapping some synthetic junk onto our trunks might be where we draw the line. Figleaves.com is now selling “shorties” by Huit ($60) — black or beige panties with round foam padding to plump up the flattest of derrieres.
If you’re trying to get someone to stare at your sexy curves all night, this will definitely do it. But I foresee the same problem with padded panties as with padded bras: what’s a guy going to think when you’re in bed and your fake foam butt, which he thought was so shapely and sexy and natural, COMES OFF? I pity the dude. [Times of London] Keep reading »
Y’all, my DVR messed up and I missed last week’s episode! What did I miss? Oh, nothing? Wait, did I miss makeovers? Please tell me I didn’t miss makeovers! Anyhow, check back to this post at 8pm EST, as I dissect Mr. Jay’s latest hideous ensemble, question Ms. Jay’s sanity, and praise the Goddess Of Fierce aka TyTy. Keep reading »