Celebrities change their hair as often as they change their outfits, thanks to the beauty of extensions and on-call hair stylists. And despite knowing better, regular women attempt to keep up with the ADD tresses of famous ladies, while factoring in budgets and physical hair capabilities. But even with their limitations, women all over will still undergo hair transformations 104 times over in a lifetime! Between highlights, bangs, cuts, coloring, and styling, those little trips to the salon turn into a lifetime of hair changes, about three different colors, and at least two hair updates a year. The reasons are numerous: boredom, breakups, trends, and milestones, to name just a few, but media attention regarding the slight changes in a celebrity’s hair undoubtedly affects our decisions too. Just look at how many people set off for a visit to their stylist, a picture of “Rachel Green” in hand, after Jennifer Aniston debuted her shaggy ‘do, and then followed the many stages of Rachel styles. Personally, I’m in a totally different category. I’ve found my go-to hair ‘do and stick with it, only visiting the salon when my hair needs a trim or split ends are driving me crazy, so I can’t imagine I’ll hit the 104 number in my lifetime. Will you? [Daily Mail] Keep reading »
We know her as the most level-headed, calm, relatively down-to-earth member of “The Hills,” and now Lo Bosworth is cashing in on her reality TV role to launch her very own advice and lifestyle website! C’mon, are you that shocked? After all, “The Hills” is ending, so each cast member needs to find a way to stay in the limelight. Lo’s M.O. is to join a growing group of celebs who’ve created their own media “empires,” like Gwyneth Paltrow’s GOOP and Teri Hatcher’s Get Hatched. Aptly named The LoDown, the site will provide a venue for Lo to continue to dish out her sage advice to teenagers and 20-somethings who avidly watch the scripted reality TV show. Given the fact that she’s the only member of “The Hills” who keeps her personal life and “professional” life somewhat separate, I have to admit that I might actually read her advice. Plus, the site’s name is pretty catchy. [Racked] Keep reading »
Behold! The airbrush-free April issue of French Marie Claire. This magazine is hope for womankind, a symbol of the new age of realism and our society’s understanding that our ideal of perfection isn’t achievable in real life. Oh. Wait. It’s not. In fact, everyone in it still looks more or less flawless. After you get through a slew of Photoshopped ad pages to arrive at the actual editorial content, you get a gander at the editors’ version of realistic. Hint: It’s thin and probably 15 years old. A few more images, after the jump! [The Cut] Keep reading »
A buddy of mine recently told me that he and his girlfriend have an arrangement. The deal is this: They both have a list of five celebrities they are allowed to sleep with in the highly unlikely event that such an opportunity presents itself. Oh, but I’m wise to the she-brain. I had to nobly inform my friend that this was not a binding agreement. That it’s just a way that women humor men.
You women think you’re so-o-o-o clever. But are you really? Or is it that men are just real knuckleheads when it comes to believing what we want to be true? It’s not receding! She loves graphic novels. I can bang another woman and she’ll be fine with it. We want to trust you, especially when you give us tacit approval to stick it in another woman, even if she is out of our league. Out of our dimension, really. “It’s best not to fall for this trap,” I told him. “I’ve been there! Dudes 4 eva!” This conclusion ticked my brodawg off a little: It was a real agreement, and for that matter, he had the upper hand. In the right circumstance, he was fairly confident he could rail Megan Fox. That poor deluded bastard. Keep reading »
In her Salon piece, “A Nation of Attention Whores,” Mary Elizabeth Williams asks why everyone in this country seems so starved for fame. I think that very question is on everyone’s mind after the recent “Balloon Boy” incident. As Falcon Heene vomited on national television, you couldn’t help but feel sick about being taken for a [balloon] ride by his fame whore papa. And that’s just one of many examples of how people are doing crazier and crazier things to get their 15 minutes. Others: Meghan McCain’s boobs, Jon and Kate, Susan Boyle, OctoMom, Real Housewives, Perez Hilton—the list goes on and on. Ever since the evolution of reality TV and the internet, it is easier than ever for anyone to get famous for just about anything. No talent, intelligence, or hard work required. But why are we so obsessed with fame? Keep reading »
Sandra Bullock has always annoyed the crap out of me with her repeated portrayal of the stock rom-com character—the gorgeous, “quirky” girl. Even more irritating perhaps is that she is trying to live her onscreen persona off screen. Sandra’s message to the women of the world is always a variation of the same theme—be unique, ladies! Thanks for the permission, Sandy. In a recent interview with Parade, she said:
“Why is it that men are called ‘unique’ and ‘eccentric’ and ‘mavericks’ when they’re different, but women are labeled as ‘odd’ or just plain ‘weird?’ It’s about being unconventional and being true to who you are. Not fitting in often means you’re really standing out. If I can do anything in this time of my career, it’s to make it easier for girls who are growing up not to feel they have to wind up with someone to complete them. You know, I complete me. I’m just lucky that after I completed myself, I met someone who could tolerate me.”
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If you are as big of an Oprah fan as I am — (I have been watching since I was 8, have written multiple letters trying to get on the show, and own the exhaustive Oprah Anniversary DVD collection. Moral of story, I heart Oprah.) — then you are also feeling bitter that you weren’t able to force yourself aboard Oprah’s debaucherous 10-day cruise with her 2,000 most valued employees and, err…gal pal…Gayle. Steadman couldn’t make it, AGAIN. No comment. While I was at home sweating in my humid apartment and taking cold showers while imagining that I was in a swimming pool, Oprah’s crew was tearing it up on the open seas. After the jump, the top 5 reasons I really missed out. Keep reading »
The website that allows you to tell dozens, hundreds – or if you are Ashton Kutcher – a million-plus friends what you are doing, how you’re doing and who you’re doing it with continues to catch on like swine flu. But the ease with which you can share and respond to friends is infecting Twitterers with a condition I like to call T.M.T: “Too Much Tweeting” named after T.M.I “Too Much Information.” No one suffers from this worse than naturally narcissistic celebs. Stars keep turning to the site to inform us of everything from their bowel movements to their “dark places.” After the jump, celebrities OVERSHARING. [Spelling/grammatical errors not our own!-- Editor] Keep reading »
Most of us insignificant peons have no idea what it’s like to be hounded by the paps. And I on occasion have thought celebs should just suck it up because if no one cares about you, then your celebrity is over. But they can soon mount a counter defense against the paparazzi: Adam Harvey is the genius behind the Anti-Paparazzi Clutch that gives off a bright flash when it detects a flash from a camera. The result is an obscured photo, which for the paps means no check. The clutch will have a limited release in early Spring 2010. Until then, annoyed celebrities will continue to scowl and hide behind a hood or bodyguard. Or they could just render paparazzi photos useless by hiring a photog to follow them, and then give the photos to the tabloids. [Ed Note: SNAP.] Keep reading »
Imagine you are sitting in your high school English class. On your right sits Mischa Barton, soon to star on a show called the OC. On your left sits Alexandra Daddario, star on the soap opera All My Children. Behind you sits Tell Carlson, male supermodel and star of Christian Dior’s 2004 spring and summer campaign. In front of you your English teacher complains that Sarah Michelle Gellar and Julia Stiles never moaned when they read Pride and Prejudice in his class a few years ago. Class ends. You walk down the hall with your friend Polly Baird, a cast member of Broadway’s Phantom of the Opera, when Scarlett Johansson stops you and asks if she can retake your year book picture. Apparently the one she took of you last week didn’t turn out very well.
This scene is not a description from High School Musical 3 (though no one bats an eye lash when people randomly break out into song and dance), but rather one of my memory’s as a ballet dancer and student on an average day at the Professional Children’s School. Keep reading »