Don’t act like you didn’t like it when Matthew Morrison took his shirt off in last night’s episode of “Glee.” In case you missed it, here he is again—shirtless on the cover of Details. Keep reading »
Men get all kinds of dating advice — some smart, some stupid. If you’re a dude, it’s hard to know who to believe when it comes to women. Frankly, as women, we’re not even sure what we want half the time, but you knew that already. In any case, sometimes it’s easier for us to say what we don’t want. So if you don’t want to send a woman screaming in the opposite direction, don’t commit a single one of the stupidest mistakes you can make when you’re trying to get with one of us. Keep reading »
“I had no idea, and please excuse me, that you guys call a condom a rubber. My version of a rubber is like an eraser, so I’ve done that. I’ve very loudly asked for a rubber … that was embarrassing.”
—Emma Watson tells David Letterman about how British slang got her in trouble at Brown. I’m sure the college boys are utterly charmed when she asks for a “plastic,” “rubber,” or a “snog.” [Celebitchy] Keep reading »
It’s wash-your-mouth-out-with-soap time at the Palin household. After people criticized the family’s new TLC reality show, “Sarah Palin’s Alaska,” on Facebook, little sis Willow Palin busted out with homophobic slurs, put-downs and grammar gone rogue.
“Haha your [sic] so gay. I have no idea who you are. But what I’ve seen pictures of, your [sic] disgusting,” the 16-year-old wrote. “Tre stfu. Your [sic] such a fa**ot,” this charming child wrote elsewhere. Willow also accused commenters of being “jealous of my families [sic] success and you guys aren’t goin [sic] to go anywhere with your lives.” Keep reading »
I met Elliot* at a restaurant. I was sitting at a table having dinner with a friend when I saw him sipping a bourbon at the bar. My palms got a little clammy, my jaw dropped slightly, and I may have even audibly gasped. “Hottest. Dude. Ever,” I announced to my friend. My mouth started to salivate. He was dreamy.
“Where?” my friend asked.
“There. At the bar,” I said. “The one with the facial hair and the scarf around his neck. The one who is obviously the sexiest guy this place has ever seen.” He was good-looking in the way that would make even the most poised woman act like a horny teenage boy, stopping to do a double and triple take and choke back a catcall. Keep reading »