“I don’t really plan on the age. It could be a year from now. It could be 10 years from now. Whenever is right. I mean, I have a lot of other stuff to accomplish before I get to kids. Whenever the time is right, I’ll just know. … If I had a girl, she’d probably be really rebellious … she would be like a bundle of karma.”
—Rihanna on her motherhood plans in Interview magazine. I’ve been sitting here for a while trying to understand this quote. I can throw around New Age terms with the best of them, but I have not a clue what she’s talking about. Does she mean if she had a girl, she would be afraid it would turn out like her? I think all that red hair dye is seeping into her brain. [Us Weekly] Keep reading »
Need to work up an appetite for Turkey Day dinner? Well, turn up the volume girl on this hawt track, “Louder” by Chris Willis, and get down! Keep reading »
For the last couple of weeks, everyone I’ve engaged in simple, small talk with has asked me one question: “Are you looking forward to Thanksgiving Day?” I just give them a shrug and a tilt of the head, thinking, I’m looking forward to the days off, but I really couldn’t give a crap about actual Thanksgiving traditions. Yeah, I know it’s the time of year when I’m supposed to reflect on how thankful I am, but really, how many people actually do that? Not only that, but I’m not a big fan of Thanksgiving foods, and as a child of divorce, I have to eat two dinners worth of it every year. So given the choice, I’d sit at home watching a reality TV marathon instead of celebrating Thanksgiving Day. I’ll keep my days off, though. Keep reading »
Forget comparing Nicki Minaj to Lil’ Kim. I’d much rather ponder who would win the style battle between Nicki and Rainbow Brite. They both have blond hair and favor wearing multiple colors at once, but does one do her look better than the other? My vote is Rainbow, hands down, because at least she matches. Your thoughts? [NYC, 11/23/10 Keep reading »
I spend most of Thanksgiving milling around an overheated room holding a glass of wine and making conversation with aunts, great aunts, second cousins, third cousins, fourth cousins twice removed and the great uncle of the neighbor down the street. At this year’s turkey-chomping fiesta, only about one in 10 of the people in the room will be unaware that I’m gay.
Normally, I’m totally down to talk about my sexuality (read: overshare). But I’ve been working 50-hour weeks, freelancing in the evenings and trying to use whatever spare time I have to keep myself in shape. In other words, I really, really need a vacation. And during that vacation, I do not want to broach difficult topics—such as why I’m gay or who I’m seeing. I want to scarf down gravy-smothered turkey, eat mashed potatoes, drink red wine and go to bed early. Keep reading »