America is obsessed with the First Daughters, Sasha and Malia Obama. It’s not enough that they have inspired the children’s fashion world with trendy J. Crew clothes, or that Ty has created dolls with their names (and likeness). Now, you will start to see more Sasha and Malia look-a-likes on the fashion runway and print ads. Advertisers and talent scouts are scrambling to search for children that resemble the first daughters. Marlene Wallach, president of modeling agency Wilhelmina Kids & Teens, says the Obama girls are tough subjects to match. “It’s a very specific age and a very specific ethnicity, so there aren’t that many girls that would necessarily fit the bill.” However, two girls have found luck looking like Sasha and Malia and getting paid to do so. Wallach booked Ariel Binns (Sasha) and Kylah Williams (Malia) in the Sept 2008 issue of Harper’s Bazaar which featured a look-a-like Obama family — remember, Tyra Banks played Michelle Obama. Ariel told her mother she wants to go to D.C. to meet Sasha. I wonder if Secret Service would be able to tell them apart. I don’t see a resemblance but you be the judge. Keep reading »
And I’m not just declaring it so because I’m no longer getting married and am bitter in some way. No, marriage is dying because the studies say so. According to new census figures analyzed by The New York Times, married couples, whose numbers have been declining for decades, have finally slipped into the minority. So while it may seem like you can’t find any single friends to go bar crawling with, chances are a small majority of all those couples you know aren’t married and probably won’t be in the future. This makes me positively stoked — even before I was someone’s fiancee, I was never super rah-rah marriage. Maybe it’s because my parents are divorced or I was still still reeling from Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman’s split, but marriage never seemed like the end goal of a relationship for me. I always saw children as being the big payoff of monogamy, not a ring or a wedding. And even after I got engaged — and was truly happy about it — I believed in marrying that man, not marriage in general. So now that I’m not marrying that man (for whom, I found out, children were not the big payoff), I’m back to thinking that marriage is nice for some people, but not the end all, be all for happy coupling. Keep reading »
Last month, I showed up at a party that my hubby, Andy, and I had been invited to, and I was greeted with silence. Now, I know I’m not that unpopular, so something had to be wrong. As I shrugged off my coat and people got back to mingling, my friend approached with a vodka tonic in hand. Passing it to me and trying to sound casual, she said, “So…where’s Andy tonight?” And then, in a stage whisper, “Is anything wrong?” Keep reading »
Bad boyfriends…frenemies…makeover TV shows. One of the fundamental questions of human nature is why do we love stuff that may not be so good for our self-esteem?
A new study from the University of Southern California says that that women who watch more makeover shows, like “Nip/Tuck,” “Dr. 90210″ or “The Swan,” feel more insecure about their bodies. It brings a whole new meaning to the words “boob tube,” doesn’t it? Keep reading »
The subject of “good hair” wasn’t given much attention in my family growing up. Hair was as good as you made it and it didn’t matter whether your hair was naturally straight or softly curly. Grooming hair, however, was a big topic and, at times, an all day affair. I remember having my hair straightened with a pressing comb the night before school pictures; and getting it cornrowed in the summer so swimming could be fun rather than a hassle; and I also remember the irreparable damage caused by a monthly relaxer. When I grew out my natural hair I felt so free and empowered. And the first time I felt the wind blowing my short locks I couldn’t help feeling excited. I can mark every major period in my life with the hairstyle I was rocking at the time. Hair for me and probably every black woman on this planet has been a major part of life, which is why I’m excited to see Chris Rock’s “Good Hair,” which just premiered at the Sundance Film Festival. Keep reading »
This converted mannequin created by Detroit-based designer Bob Turek is causing quite the blogosphere kerfuffle. In case you’re not clear as to what the heck is going on here, Turek remixed a mannequin torso into an MP3 player. Ergo, those are speakers in her boobs, plugged in care of her hoo-ha. As Turek explains: “As part of my object remix series, this stereo forces the music source into the center of attention and creates a radically new user interface.” Interface. Is that what the kids are calling it these days? Unfortunately, some people — some ladies — aren’t too happy with Turek’s transforming the female form into a stereo. Jezebel cries misogyny: “[I]t’s a headless, armless woman whose breasts and vagina are being used to provide power and sound for trivial things.” Boing Boingers are going at it in the comments: “Woman as a faceless functional object. That’s not such a new idea.” I think it’s much ado about nothing. I call for a commenter catfight! Keep reading »
I met Mr. Life of the Party at a bar. I’d spotted him from across the room because he was funnier, taller, and cuter than everyone else. I marched over and told him as much. We talked for what seemed like hours, and before the night was over, he got a kiss and my number.
He called the next day, and we bantered wittily. Finally, he invited me to dinner that evening at his “favorite restaurant.” He gave me the address and asked me to meet him there.
I primped before heading to the designated location … only to learn the “restaurant” was a bar that served buffalo wings and the occasional nacho. Maybe he was trying to see if I was high-maintenance? Keep reading »
Last September, Howard Stern finally met a virgin — well, the first one that would get near him since high school probably, and even then I’m sure they were dubious. But Natalie Dylan, 22, isn’t a blushing, chaste, wallflower who is just too shy to let someone stick it in. She’s an outspoken self-proclaimed feminist with a degree in Women’s Studies who is selling her hymen to the highest bidder and even explain herself to Howard Stern. She was introduced to the sex obsessed shock jock by Denis Hof, the owner of the infamous Nevada house of hos, The Moonlite Bunny Ranch, where her sister is already a working girl. But Dylan is the apple of Hof’s eye because she’s decided to put her hoo-ha up for sale on the brothel’s website. While her starting price was a cool million dollars, the ante has been upped to 3.8 million over the past few months. Hot damn, this girl’s got a bidding war and to think I just laid down and did it for free! While Dylan’s clearly going to cash in, it seems she’s got her mind on more than money. In a letter to the Daily Beast, Dylan answered her critics and offered up some explanation for her fascinating decision to sell her most private possession.
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I’m single, 40, and have dated more than any good man should. Add to that the fact that I love women, I love seducing, and my ego is clearly invested in the power it gives me, and something tells me I’m not the man you’d think would advocate devotion and fidelity. But the truth is, I’m a closet monogamist. It doesn’t come easily, it might not even come naturally, but at the end of the day, I think monogamy is a majesty worth fighting for. Many of the reasons are obvious—the comfort, having a good-guy reputation, the regular and maybe even condom-free sex — but there are some that might surprise you. Keep reading »