This week’s tabloids were all about being interactive, with quizzes to test your knowledge on important stuff like celebrity six-packs and “Oprah.” But we wouldn’t want to ruin your fun by giving you the answers, so we just stuck to breaking down the dirt. As usual, the gossip didn’t let us down—except for People—so take a look at what juicy, maybe true tid-bits you should be talking about this week. Keep reading »
Is anyone else miffed about how a baroque drag clown made it to the season finale of “America’s Got Talent”? By day, he’s a humble aspiring performer, John Quale, who works in a metal shop. By night, he transforms into his alter ego, Prince Poppycock, who sings opera-inspired songs in elaborate hair and makeup. I don’t get it. But America seems to. You can’t make this stuff up. Watch out Lady Gaga—Prince Poppycock may be prancing your way. Keep reading »
When a man gets into a relationship, he’s usually the last to know.
Women fall in love, men slip on it. Women gently twirl down the rabbit hole of love like whirligigs, landing on their feet in a land of wonder. But for men, love is a sudden minor concussion. One moment, we’re strolling down the street like a Pharoah in no hurry, snapping our fingers, whistling a jaunty tune. Maybe we’re leaving the apartment of a recent conquest early in the morning. Women call this the “Walk of Shame.” But to the male species, it’s called the “I Just Got Laid Parade.” Or maybe we’re just walking over to the beer store, smugly satisfied with ourselves for not immediately texting some chick back. Because no one owns the male spirit – it’s like a bacon-scented wind. We’re wild game you can’t tame, oh yeah. Then an ambush of unwanted emotions happens. Love is a banana peel. We wake up on our backs with a throbbing skull, swatting away clouds of mosquito-sized hearts buzzing around.
At least women look before they leap. Keep reading »
“She’s not ready. She’s very nervous. She’s never performed or done anything like that in her life, so it’s like we’re starting completely from scratch and having to build her confidence and make her feel like she’s doing it well. [Bristol] needs to work on moving her hips and not being shy to be sexy and sensual and womanly when she’s dancing. She’s a little shy, little taken back. She’s out of her element. She’s uncomfortable. It’s new for her. But she’s getting comfortable with it as we go along.”
— Mark Ballas, who is Bristol Palin‘s dancing partner on “Dancing With The Stars,” says the Wasilla teen mom is not quite ready for a hotcha cha-cha-cha. Sounds like her $30K-a-pop pro-abstinence speeches are making it tough to call forth her womanly wiles. [iVillage] Keep reading »
Artist Steve Powers started out as a graffiti writer, tagging under the name ESPO. These days, he’s embarked on a creative way to beautify his environment and bring city folks together. His “A Love Letter for You” project involves artists painting love notes and sweet nothings on city buildings and bridges in an effort to inspire a little love and tenderness. So far, he’s done “Love Letter” exhibitions in Philadelphia and Syracuse, letting residents know, “Your everafter is all I’m after.” [A Love Letter For You] Keep reading »