“It’s not my choice. I have a very strong-willed four-year-old girl, who tells me what she wants to wear and I let her be who she is. I think people think kids should be a certain way, but I feel they should wear what they feel like wearing and they should express themselves. Shiloh cried one night and said, ‘Please cut my hair off. I don’t want to have long hair.’ I’m not going to leave it long because somebody thinks I should.”
– Angelina Jolie explains that daughter Shiloh’s “boyish” appearance is her prerogative in Grazia magazine [Huffington Post] Keep reading »
This week, Star magazine got its grubby little hands on Ali Fedotowsky‘s diary from high school. They apparently read the whole thing to find the most scandalous material and uncovered that, at least back in the day, she smoked pot, took ecstasy, and drank lots of alcohol. They honed in on one diary entry where Ali described an ecstasy-fueled night. “It was really fun at first,” she wrote. “I went downstairs to sleep at 4:30 and sat there until 6:30. I was completely freaking out. I really thought I was supposed to die. I really thought I would… I was so scared.”
Divulging the contents of someone’s diary is, well, the lowest of the low. Here are other stars who had their diaries made public. Keep reading »
Life must be slow in Bemidjii, Minnesota. Locals are up in arms over a piece of public art: Gaea, a human-sized beaver with a vagina painted on her belly. Gaea is just one of 10 beavers made by artist Deborah A. Davis, who says the pink folds and round nub are the hands of a praying woman and points out that the word “gaea” (or “gaia”) is ancient Greek for the goddess of Earth.
No matter. Residents became agog at the big beaver vag, because somebody has to remember to think of the children! So, in July, the city manager removed Gaea from public view. Keep reading »
At a recent dinner party, my friend’s roommate poured guests another glass of white wine. It smelled crisp, cold, and juicy—clearly the sort of wine that prickles the gums, softens the face and transforms a summer evening into one soft-hued hum. She stopped at me. I held up my glass of sparkling non-alcoholic apple cider. “Cheers,” I said.
Three years after quitting drinking at the age of 27, I’ve accepted my role as the non-drinker at any given dinner party or social event. I’m happy with my decision to teetotal, but some of my peers are less so—for example, my friend’s roommate.
“So you’re not drinking? At all? Really?” Keep reading »