In the downtime between the first and second season of “The Real Housewives of Atlanta,” NeNe Leakes, who you may remember as Anderson Cooper’s biggest fan, spent time writing an autobiography. The memoir, Never Make The Same Mistake Twice: Lessons on Love and Life Learned the Hard Way, hits bookshelves August 11 and is destined to be amazing. While the Amazon description is a little dry (”NeNe charts her journey from family black sheep to single mother to making good and realizing her dreams”), there is mention of juicy gossip hidden in the 240 pages. Specifically, it’s alleged that NeNe dishes on fellow “Housewife” Kim Zolciak’s stripper past! Before she became the whitest-housewife-who-is-black-on-the-inside, Kim supposedly performed in Atlantic City under the name “Barbie.” Keep reading »
I’m not going to lie. I was pretty excited about last night’s premiere episode of “More to Love.” At 6’1″, I’m a big girl no matter how much I weigh. Here was a show dedicated to the plight of all of us larger-sized folk wandering the earth, looking for someone who will say the magic words: “You are big, and that is awesome.”
The premise of “More to Love” is simple. It’s like “The Bachelor,” only people have taken to calling it “The Fatchelor,” because this time around, the dude looking for love is 26-year-old, 6’3″, 330-pound Luke Conley. And he’s not looking for a skinny bitch. He’s looking for a woman who’s “curvy.” Keep reading »
Warning: Do not have sex with this bottle. Granted, after a couple tequila shots you can get me to pretty much do anything…but Caramba Tequila doesn’t want drunk goggles making us to suck the wrong thing. So, head, er, heed their new ad and only enjoy the worm at the bottom, not the container. Although, come to think of it, an alcohol/dildo combo is kinda genius. [WOW] Keep reading »
I’ll never forget the first time I met the mother of a particular ex-boyfriend. We were vacationing together in the South of France (glamorous locale, yes, but not the place you want to spend a week with your boyfriend’s family!) and I was sort of stunned by the physical relationship between my then-boyfriend and his mother. I should say they’re from a different cultural background than I (they’re Middle Eastern) and maybe that was part of it, but they literally could NOT keep their hands off each other. They hugged, kissed on the lips, caressed each other. It was seriously bizarre. At one point, my ex-boyfriend’s mother even talked about his “golden penis” (over dinner!) — a term she said was some kind of figure of speech in their culture. Um, ohhhkay. Needless to say, it was trés uncomfortable for me and when we broke up several months later it was with much relief that I realized I’d never have to endure another mother-son make-out fest ever again. Remembering all this, I read today’s letter in Salon’s advice column with a lot of empathy. Read it yourself after the jump. Keep reading »
Don’t get me wrong. I like a hirsute fellow as much as the next girl, but it could be that this advertisement waxed into some dude’s back hair goes a little too far. Far enough to give me a hairball. Copyranter calls it “diametrically un-hot,” and he’s got a point there. Body hair removal company Parissa thought it would be clever to have this poor, furry soul wander up and down a beach looking like this, handing out free samples of Parissa product. People liked it, says one report, and some chicks even asked to have their photo taken with the Hairy Backed One. But does it make me want to buy Parissa? Eh, not really. A fur coat, maybe. [Copyranter] Keep reading »
When the harem pant trend came along this spring, many were reluctant to jump on the baggy-bottomed train. And with good reason—why go all gypsy-ass when you know people are going to stare at you, or think you’re smuggling produce or drugs in your crotch region?
True, true, the garment is one tricky trend. But, there are some wonderful things about them, too. Consider the following, and you may find yourself having a big old pants party before you know it. Keep reading »
Models have finally caught on to this whole blogging thing—and, man, are they into it. Coco Rocha has her own blog, “Oh So Coco,” and just recently graduated to her own Twitter feed. Sessilee Lopez, not to be outdone, has a site where she talks about the “daily grind” that is being a model in NYC. Jezebel’s “Tatiana The Anonymous Model” (aka Jenna Sauers, outed as of July 21), will be writing a new blog for Jezebel as well as starting to re-update her own blog. Keep reading »
When Fashion Week rolls around in New York, it turns out that the flashy events aren’t just an opportunity to show off wealth and seem cool—instead, it’s during this time that the prepsters grapple with the idea of “image,” and as a result, some of the kids end up showing their true colors. For Kelli and Jessie, this turns out to be a good thing, landing them on top of the moral spectrum. For PC, however, it only reveals how false the veneer of his image is, and how confused he is by it.
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The Daily Mail reported on one woman’s harsh words for her former gym and asks: Why the hell did they let her join and work out when she was so clearly and severely anorexic? (As in skin-and-bones bad.) To the gym’s credit, it soon asked Jessica Bennington, 19, to produce a doctor’s note clearly stating she was healthy enough to work out. Turns out, just days later, she was admitted to the hospital for malnourishment and a host of other complications. Gotta say…
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I never really thought about compact mirrors. (I guess because rarely do I peer at the outside of mine.) But yesterday I noticed that I’ve been carrying around a really cheap-looking, ugly compact that I received ages ago in a goodie bag, and I decided to remedy the situation. Check out my favorite picks…