If you enjoyed the clandestine sex scenes between Pete Campbell and Rory Gilmore, we mean Beth Dawes, on “Mad Men” this season, you’ll be pleased to know that these two may be carrying on off set as well. Allegedly, Vincent Kartheiser and Alexis Bledel were spotted canoodling on a flight from JFK to LAX yesterday. Although they haven’t let on about the relationship, if it is true, we think it’s kind of cute. As long as neither of them are involved with other people and she doesn’t do it in fur, why not? BUT and this comes with a big BUT, dating your TV co-star is a risky move. No matter how many times we warn them, TV show stars keep falling in love with each other—knowing full well that if it doesn’t work out that they’re stuck working with their ex for seasons to come. Here are a few television showmance casualties. We hope Vincent and Alexis don’t succumb to the same fate. [ONTD]
Is it just us, or are Uggs experiencing some form of horrible mutation? After the original came the colors—pink, purple, and the like. Then there was Jimmy Choo‘s studded and fringed monstrosity. And now this: sparkly, sequined Ugg boots. People, stop the Uggsanity! [High Snobette] Keep reading »
The irony is that vanity is what gets a lot of us ladies to start smoking. We take it up most likely ’cause we think we look sultry while puffing away, or we like that lighting up keeps us from snacking so our jeans look sexier on our rumps. Well, according to a study just published in the British Journal Of Health Psychology, said vanity is perhaps the most effective tactic for getting women to quit smoking, too. Staffordshire University researchers used state-of-the-art age progression technology to show 47 women, between the ages of 18 and 34, what their faces would look like in the future if they continue to smoke. The horrifying sight of smoking-induced wrinkles on their future faces prompted two-thirds of the subjects to vow to quit. Keep reading »
As 2010 edges to a close, dirty minds like mine think not of the resolutions I failed to follow through on. No, I reflect back on when, exactly, was the best sex I had all year. Was it that night in the hotel room in upstate New York? Anytime after I brought home a new water-based lube? That time he did that thing which I think might be illegal in Texas?
I want to say my best sex moment was when Amelia gifted me with a brand-spankin’-new Trojan Vibrating Tri-Phoria vibrator, which was sent to her at the office. It has eight settings — yes, eight! But I think if I said my best sex moment came from a vibrator, my boyfriend would be pissed. So I’ll say the best sex this year was pretty much anytime we did the magical “scissors” position. (How do I explain this one? He lies on his side and lifts one leg up like scissors opening vertically, while you lie on your back, spread your legs like scissors opening horizontally and put his thingy in your thingy. It’s an AMAZING position, at least for me!)
Because I’m nothing if not nosy, I checked in with other Frisky writers to find out what was their best sex of 2010. Our dirtiest deed deets, after the jump: Keep reading »
Thirty years ago on December 8, John Lennon was killed outside his home in New York City. In the January 2011 issue of Esquire — the “Meaning of Life” issue — Yoko Ono, his widower, reveals what she’s learned since his murder.
She opens up about John’s “negativity,” her friend Jackie O, her son Sean being biracial, and even her experience of widowhood, telling Esquire, “I started to see what a test it is to be a widow in this society.” After the jump, five things from her Esquire interview that you may not know about Yoko Ono. Keep reading »
“I’m fat as f***, what can I say? You know, after all these years, it’s just like we are who we are and it’s a struggle for me and sometimes I’m heavier and sometimes I’m thinner.”
—Ex-Wilson Phillips-er Carnie Wilson on her recent weight gain. Carnie famously had her stomach stapled to shed some pounds, but then had the staples taken out. [Dlisted] Keep reading »