In this episode of our new weekly web series, “What We Missed,” Ami, Jessica, Rachel and I discuss whether or not a new study, which claims that our “disgust sensitivity” is diminished during arousal, is bullshit. We also gab about Patti Stanger’s suggestion that Amy Poehler’s success led to her split from Will Arnett; Ralph Lauren’s new plus-size spokesmodel Robyn Lawley; and a new trend in which South Korean men wear makeup to get ahead in their careers. Watch “What We Missed” above and weigh in with your thoughts in this comments!
Amy Poehler is really not doing much to discourage my desire to kidnap her children and raise them as my own. Archie and, squeeeee, Abel (my favorite, if I’m being honest) sound do frickin’ adorable! And it sounds like Amy is an awesome mom and all signs indicate that she and, sigh, Will Arnett are handling their recent split with maturity and grace.
Okay, this Grace Helbig chick is a little grating. But Amy Poehler’s swoop-in to field a question on how to survive freshman year has me convinced she needs her own talk show. How awesome would that be? (No offense, Katie Couric.) “Eat your feelings” = best life advice for everything. [Flavorwire]
I woke up last Sunday morning — well, I don’t know that I was truly awake, but at least I wasn’t in bed any more — and stumbled to the kitchen for a giant glass of water with which to defuzz my thoroughly whiskey-fied mouth. In my hangover haze, I glanced across the living room to the coffee table, which held two empty glasses and a piece of old mail with my late-night scrawl on the back. It was a playlist.
We’d started with Darius Rucker’s new single, “True Believers,” because Patrick and I are true believers in pop country music. Now we are, anyways — I used to have more than a little detached irony mixed in with my Kenny Chesney appreciation, but that’s long since disappeared over the years of my relationship with Patrick, whose genuine love for the genre is both charming and contagious.
It’s becoming something of a tradition for the two of us: we spend a Saturday evening hanging out at the bar with a group of Austin feminists and allies that meet monthly to shore up our belief in the world being a livable place, and then we come home, drink whiskey on the rocks and watch music videos for hours. We sing along. We dance with each other. We trade stories about where we were when this or that song was popular. We debate the musical merits of the Zack Brown Band as musical successor to Jimmy Buffet. Keep reading »