Men beware. A new study says that guys should steer clear of dating a woman who is hotter than he is because the relationship has greater odds of being doomed. Why? Well, because a more beautiful woman has all the power in the relationship. If she wants to leave your ugly ass she will, whereas a woman of equal or lesser attractiveness will make due with you (presumably even if you are annoying). But the same does not apply to for a woman dating a hotter man. No issues there according to researchers. Come on! Is this study for real? It is in some alternative universe where gorgeous women don’t marry men for their money or where underwear models like to date average chicks like me. I’d be happy to live in that world. But until then, I’ll keep living in the world where people sometimes enter into relationships because they are compatible, regardless of which partner is prettier. [Daily Mail UK] Keep reading »
Part of my pre-spring ritual is buying a new pair of open-toed shoes for my cloistered feet and picking out my nail polish palette for my weekly pedis. I choose a few colors and alternate between them throughout the season. It helps me imagine what my feet will look like while frolicking barefoot in the park or riding bikes. Escapism at its finest. Click through to see the shades I’ve picked for spring. What are your colors this season?
You won’t see 11-year-old Supatra Sasuphan running to the razor section of her local drugstore or off to join the circus. Supatra, who suffers from Hypertrichosis, is hirsute and proud. She was just named the world’s hairiest girl in the Guinness Book of World Records. After a lifetime of being called “monkey-face” by her peers, she is “happy” to have taken the title. That’s right! Screw those kids! Her plans for the future? To become a doctor to help people. I want to give her a huge hug and make all of her dreams to come true. [The Gloss] Keep reading »
UPDATE: Since they happen so quickly before the Oscars, the Independent Spirit Awards don’t usually get a ton of press. And so we will just bring you the weird-light (yeah, I can’t quite call it a highlight) of the awards ceremony. As Paul Rudd and Eva Mendes were presenting an award for Best Screenplay, Eva explained that the two had planned a bit that got cut for time wherein “Paul was going to grab my tits, and you guys were going to shocked, horrified, and laugh hysterically.” For good measure, Paul cupped one of her boobs anyway. As they continued with the presentation, and Paul read the names of the nominees, Rosario Dawson jumped on stage and grabbed Paul’s crotch. Grabbed and squeezed. Yes, really—this happened. Keep reading »
Right after Ex-Mr. Jessica and I broke up around New Year’s, Tom*, a friend I’ve had for about four years asked if I wanted to go down to Washington, D.C., and visit him to get my mind off the breakup. I assumed there might be an ulterior motive there, but I was in pulling-my-hair-out, “Who knows why men do anything?!” mode and wasn’t totally sure. In any case, I told Tom I was still too sad to be good company, which was true.
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Lykke Li’s new album, Wounded Rhymes, has been getting attention for months, thanks to her video “Get Some” in which she sings, “Like the shotgun/ need an outcome/ I’m your prostitute/ you gonna get some.” As you might have guessed from the album title, this is a breakup record, with songs fluctuating in mood from wounded to rage-filled, while the musical style jumps from electronic to ’60s girl group to indie rock. But the constant from this Swedish chanteuse is that every song feels wintery—the kind of thing to album to while watching snow fall outside the window. With tea, of course.