It’s hard to recognize Fab Morvan without the dreadlocks, but you know him as one half of Milli Vanilli, who infamously had their Grammy stripped in 1990 after it came out that they were lip-synching to other people’s voices on their tracks. What’s so tragic about this story is that: (a) the other half of the duo, Rob Pilatus, was found dead of a prescription pill overdose in 1998 and (b) that the guys could actually sing, and it seems like they were railroaded by their producer into taking credit for others’ vocals. Heck, they were homeless when they signed their contract. So I’m very glad to hear that Fab—who is pretty easy on the eyes with his closely cropped hair—is back in the music game. Keep reading »
“We have Internet and stuff like that because I think that’s the safest form, well, most interesting form of communication. I just don’t like phones. I just don’t like them … being reachable all the time.”
—Johnny Depp tackles the rumor that he’s a Luddite at “The Tourist” premiere [OMG Yahoo] Keep reading »
Yeah, I can’t really defend catcalls and I tried. I told myself that this uniquely male sport is harmless fun. That it’s flattering, almost charming. Who else would shout compliments to a woman but a hopeless romantic? Besides, having a construction worker shout “lookin’ good” must appeal to a woman’s vanity, right? It’s not like a catcall has ever resulted in an actual date. If a woman ever positively responded to a man whistling, it would be like a dog chasing a car and catching it. The dude’s brain would be unable to comprehend reality shattering. While trying to craft a defense of catcalls, I found myself blaming women. Why can’t they take a joke? Or deal with a man who just wants her to know she’s hot? Women are so uptight. Feminists must hate romance, because all these roadside Romeos are doing is shouting up at a woman’s balcony. This was my train of thought. Keep reading »
We’d be happy with having this red tartan bag just because it’s perfect for transporting our tiny valuables–like our favorite lipstick, coins, or jewelry. But MAC sweetened the deal by adding VIVA GLAM V lipstick and lip gloss to the ‘Tis Noble to Give VIVA GLAM Lip Bag. What’s even better? All proceeds go to the MAC AIDS Fund to help support people living with HIV/AIDS.
Here’s a curious article over at Fox News, “Charity Sex: The Gift That Keeps On Giving.” “Charity sex” (not to be confused with “pity sex”) is, according to the author, “a gift you give to your partner, and to yourself. Maybe you do it because he’s all wound up, and sex relaxes him. Maybe you do it because she’s feeling a little down, and sex gives her a boost … ” For now I’m going to ignore the other parts of the article that go on to advise that while engaging in charity sex you should count on “faking it until you make it” (as in trying to force yourself to get into the mood) and forgetting about having an amazing orgasm. Instead, let’s look at the idea of sexual gifting (“So this holiday season, don’t be a sexual scrooge. Give the gift of charity sex!”). In response to the article, one like-minded blogger over at Cafe Mom begs men to pretend they’re broke so as to get “creative” with their gifts and give the ultimately free present of a go in the sack. Keep reading »
It’s time again for “Dear Wendy Updates,” a feature where people I’ve given advice to in the past let us know whether they followed the advice and how they’re doing today. After the jump, we hear from “Real World Weary,” a recent college grad who found herself underemployed and with a suddenly depleted social circle as her friends found jobs elsewhere and moved away.
“I feel disconnected and lost, like everyone’s moving forward with their lives and I’m stuck in place. [...] My mom keeps assuring me that when I get a job everything will fall into place and my Grand Adventure will begin. In the meantime, how do I regain my sanity and my social life?”
After the jump, find out if she’s managed to regain her sanity and social life and if her “Grand Adventure” has finally begun. Keep reading »