Much has been written in the media this week about men cheating on their wives. We have the tale of two Jo(h)ns: John Edwards, whose scorned wife, Elizabeth Edwards, appeared on “Oprah” yesterday to promote her new book, Resilence, in which she addresses her husband’s much publicized affair, and Jon Gosselin, costar of the hit TLC reality show “Jon & Kate Plus 8,” whose rumored affair has become tabloid fodder. The former is a tale as old as journalism itself: a man in power cheats on a wife who, from the outside, seemed a supporting and loving spouse undeserving of her husband’s unfaithfulness. The latter is another familiar tale: a man under an enormous amount of pressure is regularly and publicly emasculated and treated like dirt by his wife and seemingly seeks solace with another woman. In both cases, the men are vilified — but is it possible that maybe, just maybe, at least one of the women had it coming?
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Fast food commercials continue to get raunchier and raunchier. Arby’s “me likey” commercial was kind of funny because it alluded to sex but didn’t actually involve any. The sex-talking Quizno’s oven was kind of creepy because it brought sex and fast food closer together. Now, White Castle’s Pulled Pork Sandwich grosses us out. Barbecue sauce all over a plushy costume? Someone’s going to have to explain what happened to the dry cleaner. Keep reading »
Lately, Kate Moss’ fashion choices have been eclectic. The metallics and pronounced shoulders are totally Romulan uniform-inspired, while her headpiece at the Met Ball looked like it was snatched from Lwaxana Troi’s closet.
No one is more surprised than my family that I write for a beauty and style blog because I was the dirtiest little tomboy in my youth. Dresses? Prissy. Makeup? Prissy. Nail polish? So prissy.
But, try as I might, I couldn’t escape everything grooming-related. I remember how, after a bath, I’d sit on the stool in our old kitchen while Mom would brush detangler through my locks and then blow dry it. I used to complain that the heat from that devil machine was hurting—burning!—my ears and scalp, and Mom would tell me, “It hurts to be beautiful.” I’d say, “But Mooooom, I don’t want to be beautiful!” But I was going to be beautiful, dammit.
So, while my mom’s twisted style advice was that looking attractive might be liable to cause me pain and discomfort— she’s right about stilettos— read on to hear crazy tricks other mommies have taught us over the years. Remember: It doesn’t have to hurt to be beautiful. Keep reading »
We’re celebrating moms this week in preparation for Mother’s Day this Sunday, May 10. What’s the best thing your mother ever taught you? Tell us by sending an email to firstname.lastname@example.org or tweeting @thefrisky. Keep reading »
Men can say some really crappy things, even if they’re not necessarily jerks. They’ve been socialized to speak their minds and disconnect from emotions, so maybe they don’t realize words can hurt. But then again, their intention could have been to inflict pain. We’ve rounded up the meanest things a guy has ever said to us, and some other women, in an effort to dull the pain. Keep reading »