Apparently, Bravo wants to make it so that you’re never able to do anything but watch “The Real Housewives.” In addition to the Orange County, New York, Atlanta, New Jersey, and DC incarnations of the show, they have a new entry in the franchise starting on October 14. The city of choice? Beverly Hills. The houses are enormous, the jewels are over-the-top blingy, and the kids are insanely pampered with $50K birthday parties.
The cast is pretty amazing—and includes Kelsey Grammer’s ex-wife, the sister of Kathy Hilton, and a Maloof. After the jump, the new ladies and a preview. [People] Keep reading »
Rachel Zoe: Love her or hate her (and most people hate her), you can’t deny that she’s a force of fashion nature. She styles some of the most famous women in the world, has her own product line on QVC, her own TV show, and countless endorsement deals. The media generally has a skinny bone to pick with Rachel and her countless affectations and affections. (A New York Times reviewer called her “a pox on humanity.”) Yet I can’t help but be completely charmed.
Yes, she says dumb things. Yes, she talks in a stilted, lilting Valley Girl-all-grown-up accent. And yes, she’s so thin it almost hurts to look at her. But! She’s an independent successful woman who possesses one characteristic that we should all be trying to achieve: passion. Keep reading »
“I find it embarrassing that adults are like, ‘Taylor Swift is very talented.’ She’s not. She might be cute, but she’s horrible.”
— Chris Robinson, singer for the band The Black Crowes, who, strangely enough, I find embarrassing. [Contact Music] Keep reading »
You know I love the Facebook. It’s how I keep in touch with friends from high school, post my sexiest/most drunken photos, and also apparently get solicited to make my crotch ready for a pedo … seriously, WTF is this?! When I saw this ad pop up on my personal profile page, my jaw dropped. Do I want to be hairless like a baby? Um, NO! Shudder. I’m going hippie from now on. Keep reading »
Looking back on my wedding planning, I realize how many of my decisions were to make other people happy. My day was special and I felt like the star of the show, but I had to make sure that I stayed in budget so my dad wouldn’t have an aneurysm, that the menu wouldn’t trigger any allergic reactions from my guests, and that the band’s play list would make for a party to remember. But when it came to the honeymoon, there was nobody to think of except me and my new husband, and the closer we got to the wedding, the more I couldn’t wait to get out of town. Endless time for sex, zero calls about headcounts, and did I mention tons of sex? I totally began to understand why people elope. Keep reading »
This is a cool montage of different cinematic dance scenes, but am I the only one who found it a little disconcerting to see Jamie Lee Curtis, the poop yogurt lady
, dancing super sexy?? [via kottke.org
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