You can learn a lot from Cosmopolitan‘s “50 States, 50 Bachelors” expose. For example, these guys have a startling number of things to say about what a woman should and shouldn’t outfit herself in. Want proof? Check out all the advice they have to give about what a woman should wear to turn them on. That’s a lot of perfectly sculpted abs telling us how we should dress! Because these guys know what you should wear (also, maybe this was just an excuse to post a bunch of hot dudes, whatever).
Pictured here, South Carolina’s Casey Pratt, who wants to see you in anything “purple or lime green.” So, will a California Raisins costume do?
After the jump, we’ve compiled a list of Cosmopolitan‘s 2010 Bachelors’ sartorial advice. Keep reading »
Take a look at the above images of Mariah Carey: In one picture, she’s in an adorable crop top and shorts set. In the other, she’s decked out in pants and a long-sleeved shirt. Which is real and which is fake? It turns out the fully-clothed Carey is Saudi Arabia’s censored version of the image, in which adorable capri pants were airbrushed onto Mariah’s naked legs. In the conservative Muslim country even superstars have to tone it down.
After the jump, some other Mariah Carey album covers and images that have gotten the Photoshop Magic treatment. Keep reading »
Shlooby Kitten and I totally date the same kind of dudes. I feel ya, lady. Check out some more of Shlooby’s dating confessions on her blog. They make me feel so much better. [Shlooby Kitten] Keep reading »
These “Splatter Sneakers” from Shopbop are currently on sale for 50 bucks, but they were originally $170, which begs the question: who would pay almost $200 for a pair of Converse with red paint stains? Two answers come to mind: an abstract painter with a trust fund or a serial killer. I don’t like either of these choices.
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It’s been four months, but I’m still ranting about the monstrosity that was “Sex and the City 2.” Who knew it was possible for Carrie Bradshaw to become any more vile and self-absorbed than she already was? I didn’t anticipate that I would come to loathe Samantha for behaving like a fanny pack-less ugly American or that I would actually sincerely walk out of the theater thinking, Miranda is the only one of those hens that I don’t want to tar, feather, and then deep fry. Never mind the fact that I actively rooted for Big to drop Carrie like a hot potato, I didn’t even feel a tingle in my nether regions when Aidan appeared on screen. This was “Sex and the City” — where was the sex?! Where was the city?! I hated every second I spent in the theater torturing my eyes with that hot mess of a motion picture.
Still, despite all of these complaints and Chris Noth’s passing-the-buck claim that fan and critical reaction has killed any chance of a third film, I can think of five very good reasons to make “Sex and the City 3.” Keep reading »