Well-known peacenik Mahatma Ghandi famously proclaimed, “An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.” Sorry, Ghandi, but I beg to disagree. The sad fact is, there are times in a lady’s life when revenge tastes pretty sweet. (Even in a blind taste test.)
One of those times is after some cad shatters your tender little heart into a billion tiny shards. Sure, embracing the gloom is one way of dealing, but who are you really hurting by forcing ice cream down your pie-hole whilst weeping over Lifetime movies and stalking his Facebook page? Answer: Yourself.
Wouldn’t it be more fun to hurt him? The dude who done you wrong? Keep reading »
It’s been a lovely summer. I’m living in my favorite city in the world, writing at The Frisky, living with my boyfriend, and relaxing in the Berkshires on the weekends. All is fine, dandy, and I’m as easy and breezy as a cover girl…until I see a new email in my inbox. As soon as I open it, the walls around my perfect summer start to crumble: The season is ending and I’m about to begin graduate school. In Scotland. Cue multiple panic attacks.
Do I know anybody? Nope. Have I any clue where I am going and what am I doing? Eh, no. Will I be smart enough? Will I make any friends? What if people don’t like me? What if I’m not good enough? But wait, I’ve thought all of this before. Truth be told, I have variations of these thoughts all the time, but I’ve had this specific anxiety attack before. In fact, it was the summer before my freshman year of college. If you feel similarly, follow the jump for your coping strategy. Keep reading »
I don’t know what all the fuss is about when it comes to these ugly/sexy Christopher Kane gorilla shirts/dresses, but I love them. It makes as much sense as why people enjoy sitting in the rain or feel the need to eat Oreos with peanut butter. Celebs from Rihanna to our Sea of Shoes girl have been sporting them out on the town. (If anyone wants to time warp with me you’ll remember that indie fave Kristen Stewart even sported a gorilla dress on the march edition of Nylon.) Let’s investigate, shall we? Keep reading »
Ever since word got out earlier this week that scientists have figured out how to create synthetic sperm from embryonic stem cells, people have been fantasizing what a world without men might be like. I don’t get it — would synthetic sperm only create girl babies? And why would any of us want a world with no men anyway? Who would carry our heavy luggage up the stairs after getting home from a vacation? After the jump, 15 things we’d miss about men if they ever became extinct. Keep reading »
Sacha Baron Cohen sat down for an interview with Matt Lauer on “The Today Show” this morning, only, as expected, he did it as “Bruno.” Awkwardly hilarious from the get-go. Keep reading »
I vividly remember walking into the interview. I was a junior in college and had scored a meeting with Joshua Lyon, an editor at Jane Magazine, the publication I’d been dreaming of working for since the first issue had appeared on newsstands and I skipped school to read it cover-to-cover. The interview went well, and an hour later, I got the phone call that he had picked me to be his intern. I was elated.
Josh and I worked together for the next four years. Turns out that, for two of them, he was almost always high on prescription pain killers.
Josh has written a fascinating book, Pill Head, about the whole ordeal. It’s part memoir, and part sociological exploration of why so many people in the United States—48 million of them to be exact—have used prescription pills for non-medical purposes. After the jump, Josh tells us everything from how he got his hands on his first Vicodin to why prescription pain killers are especially popular with the ladies. Oh, and why you owe it to grandma not to try them. Keep reading »
Heidi Klum was immortalized as part of Barbie’s Blonde Ambition Collection, but the doll just looks like a regular Barbie doll to me. Now I wonder why Mattel even bothered with this collection. [7/8/09] Keep reading »
Wedding planning ’tis always a bit of a hassle. Despite hours upon hours of meticulous planning something is bound to go wrong. Grandma gets drunk, the ring boy swallows the wedding band, the maid of honor locks herself in the bathroom crying about how she looks like a fat cow and won’t come out. There are so many tiny details which will inevitably get screwed up, but the hair and makeup is usually a pretty straightforward process. Not so for bride Shivani on her wedding day. It was almost lights, camera, action time when Shivani and her sister skedaddled over to the Cleopatra Day Spa Beauty and Slimming beauty parlor for their pre-arranged 3:30 appointment. That’s when disaster struck.
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