Our generation, the trailblazers that we are, will leave a lot of different marks on this world, but none more significant than our ability to create new (and fabulous, mind you) words. Sexting. Legit. Facebooking. Fab. Whatevs. Whether we’re abbreviating them or combining them, we’re creating them, and we’re creating them with very specific purposes in mind.
How else would you describe a friend that acts like your enemy? Someone who you think you can trust, but you really can’t? Someone who makes you feel worse while she pretends she’s trying to make you feel better? This person is not your friend. But she’s not exactly your enemy either.
She’s your frenemy. Keep reading »
“It was the beginning of the eighties when Mick started to become unbearable. He started at first to annoy me and then slowly enraged me… [Marianne Faithful] had no fun with his tiny todger. I know he’s got an enormous pair of balls—but it doesn’t quite fill the gap.”
—Keith Richards of The Rolling Stones claims in his new book, Life, that he and Mick Jagger haven’t been buds in decades. Keith also took the opportunity to discuss the size of Mick’s member. And people say only women have frenemies? [NY Daily News] Keep reading »
According to Alison Arngrim, who played Nellie Oleson on the TV show “Little House on the Prairie,” all was not so quiet on the western front. In her new memoir, Confessions of a Prairie Bitch (awesome title!), she admits that there was some major behind-the-scenes tension between herself, Melissa Gilbert (Laura Ingalls), and Melissa Sue Anderson (Mary Ingalls). Keep reading »
Last week, the interwebs frothed over an email written by a Harvard Law student who is a member of their famed Law Review. The author of said email wrote that she could not rule out “the possibility that African Americans are, on average, genetically predisposed to be less intelligent.” It’s a statement even more extreme than the one that got Larry Summers in deep doo-doo a while back. This email was forwarded to the website Above the Law and while they kept the writer’s name under wraps, other websites began to identify the author as third-year law student Stephanie Grace. (Above, on the left.) Harvard top brass quickly denounced the email and folks started petitioning the judge Grace was set to clerk for to make sure she didn’t get the position.
So how did this whole nasty thing start? Supposedly, with one friend confronting another about sleeping with a third friend’s ex-boyfriend. Keep reading »
Who was the first person you called the day your ex dumped you? Or that time you found a weird bump on that very private body part? Or the day you stumbled across that pair of barely worn Christian Louboutins at the Goodwill?
If you’re like me, you called a girlfriend. While I love my man and adore my cats to what some might consider a scary degree, the relationships I have with my girls is on an entirely different plane. They’re the funniest, smartest, weirdest (in a good way!) gaggle of broads I’ve ever met and I feel lucky every day to have them around.
It wasn’t always this way. I’ve had to prune my posse (please note that I’ve also been kicked out of people’s lives as well) and have discovered some types to avoid. Keep reading »