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We’ve already discussed the clever use of girl-on-girl as a go-to publicity stunt for celebrities. But it’s not the only shady tactic used by Hollywood to garner interest in stars whose popularity is waning or in film, tv, and music projects that might otherwise go unnoticed. After the jump, five recent “celebrity” stories that I think are totally fake and carefully concocted. Keep reading »
Yesterday, a federal judge ordered the FDA to make the Plan B morning-after birth control pill available without a prescription to women 17 and up. In a very crime show-sounding ruling, the court said, “The FDA repeatedly and unreasonably delayed issuing a decision on Plan B for suspect reasons.” How sordid! Apparently, the FDA only considered a petition about Plan B when Congress threatened to hold up FDA commissioners’ confirmation hearings. And, the FDA ignored it’s own advisory panel and scientists, who found that Plan B could be safely used by 17-year-olds. Keep reading for five things you should know about the morning-after pill, no matter what your age. [NY Times, Reuters] Keep reading »
You’d probably dress better if your dad was “Mad Men” creator, Matt Weiner, and you had all his “Mad Men” mad money to spend at the Top Hat Shop, the Plaid Pants Store and wherever else this dapper little lad gets his duds. But alas, your dad is not Matt Weiner and you are broke. But because envying the wardrobes of a fourth-grader somehow seems less pathetic than envying the wardrobe of, say, a Pussycat Doll, I’d like to introduce you to 8-year-old Arlo Weiner, pre-pubescent style icon. Click after the jump to look at more pictures of his stylish awesomeness, swoon, pinch his virtual cheek, and then plot how you can appropriate his style. (In Arlo’s elementary school parlance, that’s called “sharing.”) Keep reading »
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Facials are the most popular treatment for spas, but most menus have so many packages it’s almost impossible to know what’s happening to your skin. We’ve got the step by step rundown of any good facial so you know the process just as well as your esthetician. Keep reading »
At this point, I love “Gossip Girl” the way I once loved a certain young lad back in my high school days. It’s almost like reliving that entire romance, in fact. Though I loved the show once with a passion beyond compare, it no longer satisfies me. I talk trash about it behind its back. But at the same time, I just can’t let go, because the good parts (the soundtrack, Ed Westwick’s face) are still so good. On some level, I’m still in love.
With that in mind, let’s enter the spectacular zone of white privilege and excess that is this thrice-baked trifle of a guilty pleasure… Keep reading »
We all chase the coveted goddess bronze, but sometimes our efforts do more harm than good. For instance, slathering on self-tanner only to end up looking like a Zebra and an oopma-loompa had a love child. Good thing The Frisky’s got your back with these tips for repairing a botched tanning job. Keep reading »
For those of us with sensitive skin, the mere mention of exfoliation is enough to make our faces turn red. But not to worry, there is a way to get rid of the nasty dead skin on your cheeks without angering your complexion. Keep reading »
Everyone looks better with a little bronze, but the line between summer glow and Snookie orange is a fine one. Less is more, but little is not enough. Find you bronzing balance after the jump. Keep reading »
Since I got engaged early last month and began planning a wedding for this summer, I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to be hitched. As someone who already lives with her husband-to-be, I wonder just how much marriage will actually change things, whether I’ll wake up the morning after the wedding feeling any different. I’ve also been thinking a lot about what kind of wife I want to be, what it means to be a “good” wife, and how — if at all — being a “good wife” could compromise my identity or personal needs and interests.
I don’t feel a pressing desire to “prove” to myself or anyone else that I won’t change, that I won’t compromise anything, because at some point I’m sure I will. (Isn’t compromise a big part marriage, after all?) But I’m also certain that while bits of my identity are bound to shift, just as I would expect them to with any big life change and new perspective, the core of who I am will remain the same. No new name, white dress, ring on my finger or any other traditional convention is going to change that. For better or worse, I am who I am and I’m pretty solid in my identity. So when I read a column in the Guardian recently by Abigail Gliddon, a woman who claims “when a woman takes her husband’s name, she surrenders her former identity and adopts his,” I wondered how she came to have such low expectations for other women. Keep reading »