Joseph Brooks, the guy who wrote “You Light Up My Life” and won an Oscar for it, is facing 82 counts of rape-related charges against 11 different women since 2005. He lured these young gals into his apartment by dangling the fame carrot in front of them—he’d have them sit on his “casting couch” and tell them to drink a lot of wine, because the part they were auditioning for was a wine-swilling prostitute. If they refused he’d whip out his…Oscar. Eventually, this nasty dude allegedly attacked and raped them. Not surprisingly, he picked up most of his victims via Craigslist, with an ad that claimed an Oscar-winner was looking for someone he could turn into a star. [NY Post]
Geez, what’s with all these guys using Craigslist for nefarious purposes? First, it was the Craigslist killer. Then there was that guy who posted on CL to find someone to rape his wife while he watched. Now this? Here are some tips for making sure you’re not responding to some twisted guy’s ad. Obviously, there are no guarantees. But, hey, it’s a start. Keep reading »
Elisabeth Hasselbeck’s new book The G-Free Diet: A Gluten-Free Survival Guide is supposed to help people with Celiac disease, like herself, eat well. Too bad she may have ripped the idea from someone else. Massachusetts-based author Susan Hasset is suing the “View” co-host for copyright infringement. Apparently Hasset, who can’t digest wheat either, sent Hasselbeck a copy of her book Living With Celiac Disease last April, along with a cooking video, a note, a business card, and a nice bundle of info. So is it just a coincidence that Hasselbeck’s book hit the shelves last month? [Fox News] Keep reading »
The first part of “The Real Housewives of New Jersey” reunion was on last night and it was genius. In addition to rehashing the table-turning drama at the final episode dinner and uttering an uncountable number of “bubbies,” the ladies discussed their family values. In particular, Caroline, Dina, Jacqueline, Teresa and Danielle all plan on teaching their daughters how to keep a clean house and select their future husband’s clothes for them. As for the sons? Well, they just hope their future daughter-in-laws baby their babies the way they do. Sigh. Also climactic? Caroline defending her husband and deceased father-in-law, who the media has claimed had mafia connections. Clip above! I got chills. Part two airs tomorrow night — can’t wait! Keep reading »
In these tough economic times, even the rules of who should pay for a date are uncertain. While we pretty much universally agree that dudes should foot the bill for the first excursion out, you can’t always know if your date’s going to agree, especially if he’s lost his job or is watching his budget. And if it’s date number two or more, you really can’t count on a freebie. Blasted!
But ladies, before you resign yourselves to a life of watching back-to-back episodes of “The Real Housewives of New Jersey,” know that a packed calendar of fun—and free—dates can be had. You just have to be clever. Here are eight ways to get out of paying for a date. Keep reading »
Are you tired of useless products and having big boobies? Well, The Kush can finally solve both your problems and put you to sleep! Uh, that is so long as you can sleep while getting tittie humped by a $55 piece of plastic. Sweet dreams!
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Rain ponchos are in for Spring 2010. [Dsquared2 Fashion Show, Milan, 6/23/09] Keep reading »
As “Grey Gardens” — both the documentary and the HBO film — proved, crazy cat ladies make good cinema. Debuting this week at the Silverdocs film festival in Washington DC, a new documentary, called simply, “Cat Ladies” hopes to capitalize on the popularity and cultural interest in the strangely endearing stereotype of a woman gone mad. While the one-hour film, which follows four ladies with a shit-ton of felines (one has 123!), is supposed to reveal a “sensitive and emotionally honest portrait of women whose lives and self-worth have become intractably linked to cats,” it’s hard not to laugh or cringe in disgust at some of the women’s antics. Watch the clip above to see what I mean. [via TresSugar]
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In rain or shine, economic ups or downs…people will hit the bars. The question is where can you find a bar that doesn’t exactly have set prices? Well apparently, the Dow Jones Bar. After hearing about this “great” spot from some of my new yorker friends I decided to investigate. Not only does New York have their own Dow Jones bar but forms of it are popping up in places from Barcelona and England to Kuala Lumpur. It works like this: prices will go up and down on screens depending on how many people are buying at the time. If a man next to you just bought a rum and coke, the price will go up andm if you’re not too tipsy to pay attention you can still strategically buy up all the cheaper drinks. Although it depends which bar you are in, Barcelona’s Dow Jones rigs its machine sot hat every half an hour the market crashes, orange lights go off and drinks drop to their minimum price which of course makes everyone run back and buy another round. The good news is, game or not, the bar never lets the price of drinks get too high to afford even if it is good business. Now, I’m not too sure if alcohol and stock exchanges are a good mix but in this recession, it may be a smart gamble. Finally a bar where you really can call the shots. [La Bolsa Bar (spanish stock exchange)] Keep reading »
Bars exist to create a world of potential. Yet often, they are self-defeating because it’s not all that easy to meet new people in them, especially if you’re hopping with a pack of wingwomen (read: competition, intimidation).
A notion previously reserved for alcoholics, going to a bar alone can be about creating independence as well as a tactic for meeting strangers. Or, okay, maybe you just really want a drink and don’t want to look like a loser doing it. Keep reading »