When it comes to exercising, rarely do we expect fun. But getting our asses to the gym is bad enough without having to stuff the girls into ill-fitting sports bras, cutting off circulation and inspiring fits of anger while we’re operating heavy machinery. Large-chested girls everywhere know what we’re talking about: sports bra feels more like an industrial support device than workout wear. Well, Lululemon’s as sick of that as you are. The brand, purveyors of fancy dance, yoga and running wear, have just released their famed Ta Ta Tamer sports bra in sizes up to DD. We tried one out and our breasts felt pretty damn tamed but — and here’s the twist — the bra wasn’t so tight and uncomfortable that we couldn’t breathe while wearing it! [$58, Lululemon]
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Aubree O’Day is the latest celebrity to get a crappy tattoo in a dumb place on her body — she posted these photos on her Twitter which show her getting “Je ne sais quoi” inked on her middle finger. That means “I know not what” in French. I know not what to say about this other than WHATevs. Keep reading »
It’s time for a new Harry Potter movie, which opened at midnight last night/this morning, and judging from the posters/trailers, this will be the one with all the sex in it. Right? I don’t really follow the Rowling’s continuum but from what I gather, when young wizards hit puberty they make out and have sexual urges just like you and me.
While I can still recall the first HP film and how young Harry and Ron and those kids looked, that was (almost) a decade before last fall, when the titular actor showed off his little Daniel Radcliffe to audiences on two different continental stages in the play Equus . That was a big deal! We’re in an era in which Jason Siegel flashing his penis in “Forgetting Sarah Marshall” or seeing a quick glimpse of manhood from Kim Cattrall’s lust-object in “Sex and the City” barely garners an R-rating. Yet there was something about Radcliffe’s decision to bare-all in that horse sex play: It was almost the boy’s Bar Mitzvah. Last fall, Daniel Radcliffe made the decision to become “a man.” Keep reading »
Hustler, who brought you “Nailin’ Paylin” and The XXX Cosby Show featuring The F**kstables, has finally spoofed another pop culture coochie: Lindsay Lohan. While LiLo used to be one of the hardest working girls in show business, now it seems she can’t even get a role playing herself in a porno! Although, maybe this adult movie has finally figured out the timeless Hollywood career question, “Who Do I Have To Blow To Get A Job Around Here?” Answer: Samantha Ronson, Scarlett Johansson, Paris Hilton, and porn king of peens, Ron Jeremy. Hm, we think they forgot top dog producer Harvey Weinstein…. Keep reading »
A recent article in Marie Claire magazine narrates the stories of three divorced mothers who gave up custody of their children—Maria Housden left her girls to their father in order to recover from the death of one of her daughters, Elle Hull decided to leave her kids with her ex-husband so that she could rebuild her formerly-falling apart life, and Rebekah Spicuglia gave up custody in order to go back to school.
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While you’d love to achieve that dewy look in the summer, when it’s 90-plus degrees out, most of the time, “dewy” turns into “drenched in sweat.” There are two solutions for beating this beauty dilemma: become a hermit who never leaves her climate-controlled house, or invest in some anti-shine products that will keep your face matte. You choose.
- Create a solid base with Rimmel’s new Stay Matte foundation, a heavy-duty, shine-free formula that lasts for 12 hours. (There’s also a Stay Matte powder you can try coupling it with.) [$6.99, Walgreens.com]
- If you don’t need a base color, but just want your natural skin to be less tacky, brush on Smashbox’s Anti-Shine powder-gel, a professional-grade product that absorbs surface shine. [$27, Sephora.com]
- Lock in the look with a top-notch anti-shine powder like Yves Saint Laurent Matt Touch. Anti-sebo sponge properties absorb oil and perspiration. [$40-$57, Sephora.com]
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If anyone ever had a reason not to get back with an ex, I did. He was the quintessential on-and-off Bad Boyfriend and not only were all my friends painfully aware of this fact, when he dumped me on the same day my father died (think Jessica and Tony birthday sitch x 10), then again after a similar life tragedy, it had finally become clear to me as well. I moved on fast. Literally days after he’d hit me with yet another, “I can’t do this anymore,” I somehow managed to enter into a relationship with a man who was easygoing and ridiculously sweet, so I hardly had time to mourn. I wouldn’t normally recommend rebounding as a heartbreak cure-all, but in this case it definitely helped remind me that the ex was Not. For. Me. My work was exciting, glamorous and rewarding. I was in my early-to-mid 20s. I had amazing friends. I lived in New York. Things were kind of perfect. I was so much happier without my ex.
That’s when he began to stalk me. Keep reading »
Yesterday, President Obama announced his pick for Surgeon General—Regina Benjamin, a primary care physician from Alabama whose resume would dazzle almost anyone in the medical community. Now that it’s been 24 hours, it’s becoming clear how the conversation about Benjamin will be framed. And, very sadly, the discussion seems to be about one thing: her body.
When I saw the headline, “Is Regina Benjamin too fat to be surgeon general?” over at Salon this morning, I choked on my iced coffee. Luckily, writer Frances Kissling says the answer is a big, resounding “no!” But others around the interwebs are coming to a different conclusion. Keep reading »
Everyone’s favorite fashion blogger, Susie Bubble of StyleBubble, is sending us over the moon with her postage-inspired dress. Here’s a super cute preview from Daydream Nation‘s A/W 09 collection titled “Letters to Paul.” The goods are inspired by correspondence of the brother/sister design duo’s father, so maybe snail mail will come back into fashion now? [Stylebubble.co.uk] Keep reading »
Bachelor and bachelorette parties have become synonymous with wild and reckless nights, the details of which are slightly obscured when describing it to significant others later. Movies like “Bachelor Party” and “The Hangover” paint the occasion as a shame-inducing free-for-all of alcohol and bawdiness, but it hasn’t always been that way. The origins of bachelor and bachelorette parties are remarkably tame when compared to the ones we know of today, so how did this once-low-key event get transformed into the craziest night of a groom- or bride-to-be’s life? Keep reading »