Britney Spears’ ex-sperm donor, Kevin Federline, has clearly got a type: blond chicks who suck down Starbucks coffee. But his new GF, Victoria Prince, can’t really be in it for the “star” factor. Maybe it’s his divorce settlement “bucks”? [Vancouver, 5/11/09] Keep reading »
Smart women have the best sex. Duh.
After interviewing over 2,000 sets of adult women twins, who have identical everythings, Professor Tim Spector, a researcher at King’s College in London, found that if a lady isn’t afraid to express herself and picks up on what other people are expressing, she’s an orgasmic machine who can satisfy her partner like none other. Shockingly enough, being a “touchy-feely” kind of gal isn’t as bad as it sounds. Sure, it might cause an awkward moment every now and again — I’m still sorry I hugged my ex-boss at the company Christmas party — but the good part of expressing your emotions means more feelings in your tunnel of love. Spector is convinced that “these findings show that emotional intelligence is an advantage in many aspects of your life, including the bedroom.” The researchers hope to use their evidence to help the nearly 40 percent of women who say they can’t get off.
So, next time someone tells you to stop being so emotional, tell them to stop trying to ruin your sex life. Feel free to pop in “The Notebook” DVD, open a tub of Ben ‘n’ Jerry’s, and let those tear ducts drip. Feelings are the new foreplay. [Daily Mail] Keep reading »
Escorting girlfriend Jessica Biel to the after party for her new movie, “Easy Virtue.” [NYC, 5/11/09] Keep reading »
Last night, “Gossip Girl” was awesome fun! It was weirdly sentimental, and sweet, and No Doubt was there covering Adam and the Ants, and Brittany Snow actually charmed my dang pants off with her turn as Young Lily, and the ‘80s fashion was ADORBZ, and they played Men Without Hats, and there were actual nice parallels between the dual storylines! I feel like someone sat the writers down and gave them a talking-to. Keep reading »
Rihanna and Lady Gaga have paired up for a new song: “Silly Boy,” Do you think the lyrics could be about any particular silly boy?
Cause you had a good girl
That’s a keeper
You had a good girl but
Didn’t know how to treat her
So silly boy get out my face
Why do you like the way regrets taste?
So silly boy get out my hair
No, I don’t want you no more
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I’m getting married in a little over two months, and though this is a happy, exciting time in my life, there’s a bittersweetness. It started when I moved to New York a year and a half ago to be with my boyfriend. Up until then, our relationship had been long-distance; he was in Manhattan, and I was in Chicago. Through daily phone calls and frequent trips back and forth, we fell in love while still maintaining solo lives in our respective cities. It was a unique experience to be in a fully committed relationship, but continue living the same single-girl life I’d known since my last serious relationship (minus all the unsuccessful dating, of course). When I wasn’t in New York or hosting my boyfriend in Chicago, my weekends were filled cultivating other relationships — those with my closest friends. Life was filled with wine-drenched, late-night talks, long bike rides along the lake, picnics in the park, afternoon shopping frenzies, potlucks, brunches, and impromptu sleep-overs — all with my single friends. Now that I’m fully immersed in “coupled life,” I realize I’ll probably never have friendships like those again.
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Once, I got drunk at a wedding and took home a yuppie. He looked so cute in his white tux and charmed me into dancing to Earth, Wind & Fire. Needless to say, I couldn’t wait to take that stallion for a ride. But, as I unzipped his pants, he said, “Don’t get excited, you won’t be impressed.” A small penis never ruined my good time — until then. Things went from bad to worse. He was a deep-breathing whiner who just lay on his back because, he warned me, “Girls only get off when they’re on top.” Something tells me those other ladies weren’t given any other option — and they definitely didn’t orgasm. There are some things — like selling yourself short and telling someone how to get off — that you should never say or do during sex … Keep reading »
Elizabeth Edwards is promoting her new book, Resilience, last week on “Oprah” and then on “The Today Show.” By talking openly about her life, she’s opened herself up to criticism. Daily Beast editor-in-chief Tina Brown and New York Times columnist Maureen Dowd have attacked Edwards’ decision to write about her husband’s affair with Rielle Hunter when everyone was beginning to forget about it. Is Edwards beating a dead horse? Or is this her chance to speak her mind?
On The Daily Beast, Brown writes:
The hazard of confessional books is how fast the world moves on while they’re written. Hearing about that doggy old “misdemeanor”—as she insists on calling her husband’s infidelity with a campaign videographer while he was running for president and she was fighting terminal cancer—just drags us back into the messy aftermath of the election season at a time when we are now busy trying to get on with a collapsing economy and save our own lives.
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The supermodel, as depicted by artist Damien Hirst, for TAR magazine. [NY Times] Keep reading »