If my estimates are correct, in three weeks “The Bachelorette” concludes its latest run. What are we going to watch on Monday nights?! Oh don’t worry, ABC knows they have a reality TV dating show void to fill and “Dating In The Dark,” premiering on July 20th at 8 pm, is their latest gimmick. According the ABC.com, “Three single men and three single women move into a house together, and get to know each other and form bonds in total darkness.” The ultimate question — do looks really matter? Um, yes. Which is why they cast realistic, but completely attractive people for this little experiment. In the end, whichever “couples” emerge into the light won’t be disappointed by a schlubby bald guy or a mousy twig with bad teeth at the other end of the hand they’re holding. Still… Keep reading »
It’s been three summers now during which I’ve been single. And each time around May, I contemplate the “spring-summer” romance. Magic? Or tragic? Unfortunately for me, past summer hookups have been nothing short of tragedies. But perhaps this is because I haven’t gone about finding that summer fling in the right way. Probably because my perception of this type of relationship lives in a Sandals Resort commercial—a man with model good looks and I have sex in a tiki hut, make out in the surf à la “From Here to Eternity,” a vacation home in the Hamptons, meeting the parents, engagement, marriage…ahhh! You can see how I set myself up for disaster.
True, about two months ago I was still telling girlfriends, “I’m going to find my summer fling,” despite my clear inability to handle one. When no prospects presented themselves, I decided once and for all to get serious (it is JULY, after all). And by getting serious, I mean lowering expectations and setting out to find fun. Just fun, plain and simple. Here, my new tactics (which have so far yielded success) for finding your summer manfriend, pronto. Keep reading »
This ad, paid for by the Marijuana Policy Project, was rolled out today on TV channels across California. It argues that legalizing marijuana and taxing it is the perfect solution to California’s massive budget deficit. Is this an excuse for people to toke it up more freely, or a legit solution to a big problem? You be the judge. Keep reading »
If you haven’t heard, HBO has a new dramedy, “Hung,” that’s about — well, the title should tell you something. The series focuses on a divorced father in Detroit who loses his wife, his kids (custody, that is), and his manhood. Also? He has a big penis. In order to get by, he decides to become a male prostitute. I know, I know. That happens all the time. But the show begs the question: What are the real lives of male prostitutes like? Keep reading »
Teen Vogue got the scoop on the latest from Marc Jacobs: Everybody’s favorite desginer is launching a moderately priced bridge collection in August called “Don’t Miss The Marc.” The small line includes some solid pieces like pleated denim skirts, three-button blazers, and some loud (but ’80s-trendy) t-shirts. The rest of the goods look to be targeting a younger audience via wacky leggings and cartoon-y tees. It would seem that Marc is heading in that direction, by giving a teen publication the first look, and pricing everything under $200. Yet, is the low(er) price point enough to capture a younger audience? Keep reading »
“Adult” and “sex ed” are three words that sound terrible together at first glance. But lo and behold, O: The Oprah Magazine sat in on an adult sex ed class full of 40- to 60-somethings at the First Unitarian Church in Austin, TX, and one thing is for certain: bumbling teens aren’t the only ones with questions!
Unitarians are smart for realizing that learning about one’s sexuality is a lifelong pursuit. How to properly put on a condom and what to do about queefing preoccupy the young pups. New parents, an infertile couple, women who lost her breasts to mastectomies, and other grownups now realize that 45-minute lecture from the gym coach back in 10th grade left something to be desired! Keep reading »
We all sort of gape in horror at the people on those home organization shows like HGTV’s “Mission: Organization” and TLC’s “Clean Sweep” but sometimes, the overcollection of stuff is no laughing matter. For some, the collection of stuff gets so out of control it becomes a legit compulsion and disease called hoarding. People can hoard stuff, food and even (sadly) animals. The new installation on the main floor of the Museum of Modern Art takes a closer look at one woman’s life as a compulsive hoarder—it’s a public viewing of her life-long collection. Keep reading »
Yay! Everyone’s favorite Palin-impersonating, geeky-smart, bespectacled, funny gal is about to get a whole lot richer. Emmy winner Tina Fey’s hilarious show, “30 Rock,” whose commercial success has only recently started to catch up to its critical acclaim has been sold for syndication — where the real money is. Comedy Central and WGN outbid E! and TBS for rights to pay Universal Media Studios a combined $800,000 per episode, to air the show five nights a week beginning in a little over two years. For a show that’s been on the brink of cancellation, despite its many awards and critical acclaim, this is an astounding victory. If NBC is successful in securing buys from local stations as it’s trying to do, Tina Fey is pretty much guaranteed the comfiest of retirements when she decides to take one. We just hope that doesn’t happen for a LONG time. A new episode of the show, we’d be happy to see sooner rather than later, though. [via Variety via Vulture] Keep reading »
The editors over at Gizmodo asked their readers a question yesterday: “What Is The Best Technology To Use When You Film Yourself Having Sex?” Being that it’s a tech blog with a savvy readership, you would think the commenters would have some wise suggestions for creating videos in the bedroom. Not so much. Here’s a collection of the commenters’ advice (and cluelessness) about homemade sex tapes. Keep reading »
It was a total misunderstanding that one time I bought a woman I was dating sexy lingerie, the slinky, lacy kind that looked like it was made out of the doilies that decorated my grandmother’s beloved sofa. She thought I was disingenuously buying her a gift that was really a gift for me. I protested, of course, because it was never my idea to veer into Victoria Secret’s during one of our weekend shopping excursions that were theoretically about her training me to be, if not fashion forward, then at least fashion neutral. A happy compromise, considering I, apparently, was clinging to late-’90s fashion like a koala bear to the last eucalyptus tree on Earth. But, in fact, these sprees were about her dragging me by the throat to store after store.
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