Kate Middleton is not the only tall brunette with shiny-shiny hair to die for. A British pharmaceutical assistant, Kate Bevan, 21, who bears a striking resemblance to the princess-to-be, has quit her job to become a full-time Kate Middleton look-alike. “I went out to buy a sandwich and I was stopped four times by people in the street,” Kate Bevan told People. (Because the fiancée of the future king of England totally goes out and buys lunch on her own.) “Nearly everyone who comes through the pharmacy door makes a comment and gawps in total shock,” she added. She is now taking dialect lessons to lose her West Midlands accent and sound more like the posh princess-to-be. We know Elvis impersonators warble “Heartbreak Hotel” and chomp on peanut butter and banana sandwiches. But what does a princess impersonator do — wear big silly hats? Roll around in piles of priceless jewels? [People] Keep reading »
No need to wonder any longer where you got your predilection for promiscuity. Turns out, it’s genetic (one or both of your parents is probably a slut too). According to a new study, there is a gene that predicts a tendency toward infidelity and one-night stands. Those who have “the slut gene,” as I am lovingly referring to it, were found to be twice as likely to engage in thrill-seeking sexual behaviors as those without it. Why? Two words. Dopamine rush. That stuff is intense. But this study does not give you carte blanche to cheat on your mate. It predicts a a TENDENCY toward promiscuity. It’s up to you to keep your pants on. [Live Science] Keep reading »
It’s holiday time again, which for me means lots of parties to go to … solo. My first instinct is usually to try to snag a pal to bring with me to party crash, but recently, I was invited to a party where the host explicitly instructed guests not to bring a plus one. I was dreading showing up there, thinking it would be uncomfortable, but once I arrived, I embraced it and ended up having a great time. After I deftly extricated myself from a dull conversation with an awkward woman with a neck twitch, I hit it off with a group of dudes with nerdy glasses who shared my love of stupid dance moves. Needless to say, I have a new appreciation for going to parties alone. After the jump, some tips for making the best of a stag situation. Add your suggestions in the comments. Keep reading »
I’ll admit to enjoying fashion illustrator aleXsandro Palombo’s cheeky commentary on fashion designers, icons, and the industry, in general, on his blog Humor Chic … at first. And I might even wear one of his “I Love Anorexia” T-shirts if it wouldn’t elicit a lecture from Jessica, but lately Palombo’s “art” has become so vulgar and controversial just for the sake of controversy. I, like Jessica, don’t see the meaning or point behind a drawing of a skeletal Rachel Zoe sitting on a toilet. It’s just crass. And I sure as hell don’t think a sexed-up Anne Frank with her 14-year-old head pointing a machine gun at Adolf Hitler’s head says anything of worth either.
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