We did a double take upon seeing this necklace sold by Colette, which reads “Kill yourself and die.” (It also comes with a piece of artwork with the same slogan.) If there’s a reference to something here, we’re missing it. If there’s an artistic explanation, we’re not seeing it in the product description. Either way, we’re not sure anything could ameliorate the message of what seems to be essentially a piece of pro-suicide jewelry. [Colette] Keep reading »
A little birdie told us that Jelly Pong Pong’s eyeshadow would be irresistibly cute. For starters you have an ultra sweet bird detail sitting atop the pot, making it a perfect display item for your vanity. Second, the product features a unique blend of melted-down shadow, coconut oil, and vitamin E, which creates a “taffy texture” (think thicker than a cream). It’s also got a slight iridescent quality to it, so you can use it as a highlighter if you don’t feel like going all-out.
In fun holiday news, a new type of investment company is popping up around the country. If you’re intimidated by the stock market, maybe you’ll want to invest in divorce proceedings? Or not. Two companies—Balance Point Divorce Funding in Beverly Hills and Churchill Divorce Finance in New York—let you contribute to a woman (or man) going through a divorce proceeding and cover, say, a part of their lawyer’s fee or the cost of an investigator to seek out hidden assets. In exchange, you get a percentage of the settlement that’s reached in the end.
Before you get all up in arms about the state of our society, this actually isn’t the worst idea ever.
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Another episode of “The Real Housewives of Atlanta,” another one of Phaedra Park’s bizarre photo shoots with Spark St. Jude. Only this time, instead of pickles, there is poop! Baby Ayden “fired off” a load on Phaedra’s hand. Luckily, Apollo, the baby’s
father babysitter, comes to the rescue while Phaedra, a woman bereft of all motherly instincts, stares at her hand in disbelief. She’s never been so up close and personal with baby poop before. OK … where’s the nanny hiding? We know she’s got one. Keep reading »