Mojito Lip Balm, $12, Malin + Goetz
Senorita Margarita Ultra Rich 3-in-1 Shampoo, Shower Gel, and Bubble Bath, $16, Philosophy
Drinking too much alcohol will make you have a bad face day, and it might cause premature aging. However, cocktails in the form of beauty products will perk you up as much as a poolside Tecate. Keep reading »
Get excited, people! “The Bachelorette,” starring our favorite Papa Bach reject, Jillian Harris, debuts tomorrow! I’ll be liveblogging the show every week. Fingers crossed this season is entertaining, scandalous, and filled with dudes way hotter than Jason Mesnick. Keep reading »
Yearbooks capture the most awkward moments of our lives. I can hardly open mine. During my senior year, I decided it was a good idea to get dreadlocks, a decision forever immortalized in my National Honor Society photo. Terrible? Definitely. But even my worst yearbook moments pale in comparison to these horrors. Keep reading »
Hi, I’m Dr. V. I’m not a real doctor, I just play one on the Internet. What I am is a lady, a lady who is a fool for love! And I love nothing more than sex. My deepest desires have happily lead me on many adventures in the sack, but they have also, sadly, made me one of my gyno’s most valuable players. But I’ve lived to tell the tale(s)! So, from time to time, I will dish the dirt on everything from getting freaky to getting freaked out. And please, if you have a question, email me. You know I love to read your smut too! Now, let’s get this party started.
This week, I got a letter from a lady who’s feeling self-conscious about the scent of a woman. She wrote:
“I just started dating this guy and he’s cool, and smart, and dead sexy. But he told me that my vajayjay smells. Is that a diss or what?! I mean, he was drunk and he hasn’t dumped me, but he never goes down on me. I’ve tried douching, but he’s still not going down on me. And now I’m too nervous to say anything about it. What should I do?”
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I’m not a huge fan of most accent walls—you know, the decorating technique where you paint one wall with a color and leave the other three some version of white. It always seems to scream, “This is the wall where I got crazy and really went for it!” Why not buck up and paint all four? If you hate it, it’s paint; you repaint it white.
But when I saw Jason Wu’s bedroom wall wallpapered in a gray floral paper, I had to eat my words. I loved it! Here’s why it works for me: The wallpaper acts like a stand-in for a wall of art. If I could pick a wall to put up a gorgeous De Gournay paper (it’s hand painted, heavenly, and hyper-$$$), you bet your ass I would. If I didn’t have to pay for it, that is. Keep reading »
Rachel Alexandra was the only girl racing in the Preakness Stakes today, but she whipped the boys, becoming the first filly in 85 years (and the fifth in the history of the race) to win. After the race, Calvin Borel, the jockey who rode her, said, “She’s every jock’s dream horse.” Yeah, she is! [Baltimore, MD, 5/16/09] Keep reading »
Oh, no! We forgot to celebrate our new favorite holiday, International No Diet Day, on May 6th!
But it’s cool. We can still score some body-image karma by grabbing a copy of Lessons From the Fat-O-Sphere: Quit Dieting and Declare a Truce With Your Body by bloggers Kate Harding and Marianne Kirby.
Both women call themselves bloggers of the “fat acceptance movement,” Harding at Shapely Prose and Kirby at The Rotund. These cool ladies critique our society’s obsession with skinny bitches and cover topics like how most diets don’t work and how women can be healthy at lots of sizes, not just when they’re Olsen-twin thin.
Maybe you want to buy it to empower a bigger woman in your life—or maybe you’re the bigger woman who wants empowerment. In any case, we’re really excited when anyone acknowledges what real women look like. [$13.95, Lessons From The Fat-O-Sphere] Keep reading »
Maybe the week after Mother’s Day isn’t the most tactful time to be envious of other people’s mothers, but, really, we wish Carine Roitfeld, the editor of French Vogue, was our mom the other 51 weeks of the year. Oh, if only Carine had delivered us, our apartment might look more like daughter Julia Restoin Roitfeld’s than a “before” pad on “Queer Eye for the Straight Guy.”
Click through the pics on The Selby for Julia’s trés, trés chic abode, where all is bejeweled, furry, or white—the way we would have imagined it in our flannel bedsheet-ed dreams. Julia wears red lipstick and heels lounging on her couch! There’s a glass skull! Shoes galore! A single, artfully photographed can of Coke Zero! Top that, Bee Schaffer. [The Selby] Keep reading »