When you think of the brand Reef, flip flops and surfer gear probably come to mind — at least that’s what we thought until we happened upon this dress, which looks grown-up and flirty (hello, V-neck) at the same time. And since it’s on sale for about $56, we might just have to buy it in both colors. [$55.76, DogFunk.com] Keep reading »
The Joy of Sex, the groundbreaking tome of the swinging ’60s and ’70s, changed the way America felt about fornication. Originally written by Alex Comfort, it took on taboos like bondage and was all about harnessing the sexual revolution purely for pleasure. Now, over three decades later, it’s new and improved, this time thanks to a woman! Rewritten by the nearly 60-year-old blogger and sexpert Susan Quilliam, she’s given the illicit sex book a much needed dose of estrogen — not mention some serious clit-talk. While the original opus mentioned the oh-so sensitive spot only three times, Quilliam ups the ante to even discussing new trends like phone sex, sex with a baby bump, and strip tease. But in a world facing an AIDS crisis, she’s also shifted some other sexual attitudes. Even though she’s a spinster herself, she’s focused her advice for people in committed, loving relationships. Oh and one other bonus — this new edition has also replaced the outdated drawings of two hairy hippies getting it on with a bunch of modern hotties bumpin’ bottoms. With a twist and a woman’s touch, this book is sure to be a new classic — but you’ll have to wait until it reaches U.S. bookshelves in January 2009. [Times Online]
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We’ve all been through a breakup at some point, and oftentimes, there’s one song that gets you through the crying spells or fits of anger. Since listening to a sappy, sad “Take Me Back” song is not productive, we’ve compiled a list of 15 breakup songs that actually empower women. And contrary to intern Leigh’s advice on How To Save Face During A Breakup, only one threatens violence. We even have a classic told from the perspective of a man being kicked out. Tell us your favorite breakup songs in the comments section. Keep reading »
Now that Barack Obama has chosen Joe Biden as his running mate — and he’s due to speak tonight at the DNC — we decided to indulge our curiosity about his wife Jill. Is she as awesome as Michelle? Does she have a steely stare like Cindy McCain? Does she appreciate a pantsuit? Here’s the scoop on the potential Mrs. Vice-President.
FAMILY: Born Jill Jacobs in 1951, Jill is actually Joe Biden’s second wife. His first wife, Neilia died in a car accident, along with their baby daughter Naomi, in 1972, shortly after he was elected to the Senate. Joe Biden was actually sworn into office at the bedside of his young son Beau, who was also injured in the crash. Five years later, Jill and Joe were married in the Roman Catholic Church. The two met after he saw her picture in a local paper, and by coincidence his brother set him up with her. Jill raised his boy Beau and Robert as if they were her own — the two even included the boys in the wedding ceremony and took them on the honey moon — and also welcomed daughter Ashley. They now also are grandparents to five and live in Biden’s state of Delaware. Joe Biden is known for making the long commute from D.C. to Delaware every night to be with his family.
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Working out sounds good in theory: tighten up your bod, wear comfy, colorful spandex clothes in public guilt -free, and get your endorphins going. But it’s ads like this one for David Barton Gym that reaffirm my commitment to my flabby physique. It makes working out seem like more of a spectator sport than a personal challenge. The creepy tagline, “I’d pay to see you sweat,” sends a chill up my spine even without some pervy lurker staring at me, breathing harder than me trying to work a Stairmaster. Seriously, this gym sounds like the Creepmaster 2000. The ad makes me want to keep my clothes on, save the membership fees and turn the lights off when I get naked. Problem solved! Gee, who would have thought a gym ad would make me feel a strong sense of body acceptance. [Ad Week] Keep reading »
In the boy buffet that is Hollywood, Kirsten Dunst has been helping herself to a whole lot of sloppy seconds. She must have picked up some skills in Interview With A Vampire, because Kirsten likes to feast on the blood bath of a freshly killed relationship. It all began back in 2007 when she swooped in on The O.C.’s Adam Brody just a month after he’d broken up with his girlfriend of three years, Rachel Bilson. But she really has it out for Drew Barrymore’s exes! Less than two weeks after Drew split with Strokes drummer Fabrizio Moretti, her man of nearly five years, Dunst was already riding him like a show pony all around Hollywood. Drew, the lady that she is, moved on and found love (albeit brief) with the Mac guy, Justin Long. This week, a little over a month after the couple called it quits, Long was having lunch with Dunst! There should be at least be a waiting period for how soon you can publicly date after your ex-girlfriend has taken you on Oprah. But Kirsten, she’s a straight up vulture ready to pounce on any meat that’s suddenly back on the market. Sure, Kirsten can blame her behavior on a bad break up with Jake Gyllenhaal back in 2005 — just like she did her stint in rehab — but really, pull yourself together woman! Do you really need to lay all the rebounds in tinsel town? Keep reading »
Last night, Project Runway judge, current Elle editor-at-large, and soon-to-be Marie Claire fashion director Nina Garcia had a “discussion and book signing” at the Tribeca Barnes & Noble in New York. The audience was a mixed bag: at least 15 men, a few tween PR fans, a couple fashion risk-takers (the girl to my right had on a very Carrie Bradshaw pink tulle flower headband), and a number of middle-aged ladies who wore their un-highlighted hair pulled back in ponytails. Nina was wearing a black dress designed by none other than friend and fellow PR judge Michael Kors.
Now, Nina seems to have been a writing machine over last couple years, because her first book, The Little Black Book of Style came out just over a year ago, in September. Her new one, The One Hundred, includes illustrations by Ruben Toledo, though, so there’s not that much text, at least from what I could tell when I sneaked peeks at my fellow audience members’ copies. Keep reading »
Full-disclosure: I did not vote for Hillary Clinton, for a variety of reasons, none of which I’ll get into here. But as a female, I was happy to see how close a woman got to winning the nomination, even though I didn’t personally want her to win it. After watching her speech last night at the Democratic National Convention, which I found to be profoundly moving, funny, and strong, I was struck by how important her role in this election truly was — love her or hate her, Clinton had an immense impact on history, as the first woman who almost captured the nomination for President of the United States. “My mother was born before women could vote,” Clinton said. “But in this election my daughter got to vote for her mother for president.” Keep reading »
When Sally was seven weeks pregnant, her doctor said he was 99% sure she’d had a miscarriage. But she didn’t want to believe him. So in the restroom of a restaurant in San Francisco, she peed on a stick (or seven) and against all her expectations, got two blue lines.
Meanwhile, my friend Cat was so eager to find out whether she was with child that she dashed into the local Burger King toilet to take a test, despite being a vegetarian.
And Linda took her test in a supermarket restroom on the way to a Weight Watchers meeting… which she never got around to going to.
I used to think that pregnancy was a pretty private thing – at least until the belly starts to pop and strangers want to rub it. My mom and other women of her generation all went to their gynecologist or the privacy of their own bathrooms if they wanted to know if they were knocked up or not. Keep reading »