Ever feel like a regular old Post-It Note just doesn’t convey what your feminist-minded self is trying to say? Then you’ll love new Femin-Its Sticky Notes — which give you a helpful way to rate the messages you’re taking: Is it patriarchal, sexist, gynocentric or womyn-friendly? Lord knows there’s been a dearth in feminist-themed Post-It Notes. We’re sooooo thrilled that hole’s been filled. [Neatorama] Keep reading »
Seriously, people. What is with the eyebrow experimentation? Leave them be! Leave eyebrows alone! [Cafe Mode/L'Express] Keep reading »
For most of us, “Millionaire Matchmaker” is a guilty indulgence. But for professional matchmaker Amy Laurent, it’s a real-life, full-time job. Since setting up her own matchmaking agency six years ago, called Amy Laurent International, the bubbly 33-year-old has established five offices across the country where male clients dish the big bucks ($10,000 to be exact) to be matched with one of Laurent’s hand-picked ladies. We sat down with Laurent in her Madison Avenue office to find out what it’s like playing cupid for a living. Keep reading »
“Everyone, calm down. I met with Mr. Cent about a potential project. There’s nothing to report yet, I’ll let you know if there is.”
—Chelsea Handler took to Twitter to quiet the rumor that she and 50 Cent are dating after they were photographed together at a New Orleans jazz club. Ahh man, we still think this pairing is kinda cute, in a weird way. [PopEater] Keep reading »
This election season just got dirty: Krystal Ball, 29, a Congressional candidate in Virginia, has seen embarrassing private photos taken at a Christmas party dug up by a right-wing blog and posted on the internet. In the saucy pics, Ball wears a Santa hat and thigh-high stockings and is leading her then-husband, who was wearing reindeer ears and a red dildo on his nose, around by a leash. In a couple of the pics, a giggling Ball has her mouth on the big red peen. Scandal!
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With the movie “The Social Network” debuting last week amid much hype, I find myself with an interesting Facebook-induced dilemma: whether or not to “friend” my therapist. We’ve never met in person, yet her perky face keeps popping up on my computer screen. Keep reading »