When Cameron Diaz came out against laser hair removal and waxing pubic hair, I thought she was drawing attention to her new book, The Body Book, and pube talk would disappear in a 24-hour news cycle. She called a lady’s bush “a pretty draping that makes it a little mysterious to the one who might be courting your sexiness” and warned laser fans that “all fads change, people.” It seemed like brain junk food — celebrity + sexy body part = pageviews! Instead, she seems to have incited a domino effect.
We’re only three weeks into January and here is most of the press coverage pubic hair has gotten this year. UK’s Guardian declared 2014 “the year of the bush.” Then an American Apparel store mannequin had pubic hair peeking out of her undies. YourTango wrote that pubes are “making a comeback.” The Wire declared “The Pubic Hair Renaissance Is Here.” Dame Magazine quipped “more and more women are letting their gardens grow.” Gaby Hoffmann’s character sprouted an enormous bush on the most recent episode of “Girls.” And now the fashion blog Styleite has an interview with a gynecologist about “the health benefits of bush.”
The tone of most of this coverage is a new twist in the fad of public hair styling: women who keep their pubes intact, or are “pro-bush.” What’s next, being “pro-eyelashes”? “Pro-elbows”? Keep reading »
Last week, I wrote about Jen Selter, a 20-year-old Long Island woman who supposedly has the “best butt on Instagram.” While Jen does indeed have a fantastic derriere, I was more interested in what she told the New York Post about her booty pics: they are inspiring. I quote: “If [my Instagram account] motivates people to get their butts up and go to the gym, why not?” Jen Selter’s mom echoed the same sentiment. “I’m very proud of her because this is a girl who didn’t want to go to college, and she was able to build up this social media in such a way that she has become famous and she is an inspiration and motivation for so many people,” her mom said.
There are a few other fitness buffs who’ve called themselves inspirational to other women. A few months ago, Lea-Ann Ellison drew the Internet’s ire for posing for photos doing Crossfit training while eight months pregnant, specifically lifting heavy weights. In a post on Facebook, she wrote:
I can’t believe this photo has caused this much stir but it makes me hopeful that it will inspire other strong healthy moms to continue on doing what they love. Pregnancy is not an illness! Get it Moms!
Then, of course, there is Maria Kang, a mother of three young children who posted a picture of herself in a bikini alongside her kids with the tag line, ‘What’s your excuse?’ “I wanted to inspire people,” Maria told Yahoo Shine. “I wanted to say, ‘I know you think you don’t have time if you have kids. But if I can do it, you can do it, too.’” Keep reading »
What would you do if your employer told you that you had to go back to school for more training in your profession — even after years, maybe decades, working in a field you’ve already excelled in? Ask a nurse.
New recommendations from the Institute of Medicine, a non-profit group that advises the government and industry on health issues, are pushing for 80 percent of all nurses to obtain Bachelor’s degrees in Nursing by 2020 in an effort to improve patient care. Their belief is that patients receive better care in hospitals where nurses have higher-level academic degrees.
But while exhausted RNs are neck deep in their Nutrition textbooks after working 12-hour shifts, I’d like to take this opportunity to say that I think this is complete bullshit. Keep reading »
What is it with viral proposals? Every day there’s another one splashed across my Facebook feed – a flashmob proposal, a concert proposal, a fake airplane crash proposal, a proposal where a guy serenades a woman with Bruno Mars’ “Marry You,” a proposal on “Ellen,” a proposal outside the “Today” show studio. King narcissist Kanye West recently proposed to queen narcissist Kim Kardashian on an intimate Jumbotron, surrounded by friends, family — and adoring fans.
It almost seems like it’s a game now the way that people try to one-up each other when crafting elaborate proposals. And the point of the game is look like THE MOST ROMANTIC PERSON EVER. Keep reading »
The first few months that I had my dog Lucca were rough. I adored her, make no mistake, but training a two-month-old puppy is no joke. I would set my alarm for the middle of the night so I could walk her, as her tiny bladder wasn’t yet prepared to hold it all night. And while I was crate-training her (a fantastic method, by the way), she had more than a few bathroom accidents indoors. One time she peed on my bed three times in one day, always after I had washed the sheets from the previous accident. The impact on my social life took some getting used to as well; she needed to be walked right after work, which meant I had to skip happy hour regularly, and I couldn’t stay out late much those first few months either. But you know what? She grew up and became better trained and, most of all, I adapted. It really wasn’t a big deal. Very quickly I realized I couldn’t imagine my life before her or without her. She’s my baby.
Of course, she’s not a real baby. I want one of those very, very badly and am hoping to have a child of my own in the next few years, either with a partner or “Murphy Brown”-style. Regardless of how it happens, the child I have will be joining a family unit that includes Lucca. I’ve written about how it’s hard to imagine loving any creature as much as I love Lucca, but I also inherently understand the love for my child will be “bigger” or at the very least different. But I do not expect my love for Lucca to lessen. And I know I won’t ever reach the point of not loving her, despite what Allison Benedikt, a dog owner and mom of three, writes in her Slate essay advising future parents to never get a dog. Keep reading »
I hear a lot of weird shit on the street. Many people, apparently, feel that they have license to say whatever they so please to me. Generally, it doesn’t bother me, but “sweetie”’ is where I draw the line.
The other day I walked to grab a coffee and held the door for a respectable-looking gentleman who was also leaving the building. “Thank you, sweetie!” He replied. I know he was just trying to be nice, but I am an adult leaving my place of work for a coffee break. In what way did it strike this man as appropriate to call me his “sweetie”? Keep reading »
I need to get something off my chest.
I am really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really not happy that J.J. Abrams will be directing “Star Wars: Episode VII.” Keep reading »
The royal wedding was a lot of fun. But today, I cringed for the newlyweds when I stumbled across the headline “Royal Couple May Not Be Able To Conceive.” This is taking things way too far. First of all, William and Kate are still on their honeymoon. Can we give them five minutes to enjoy married life together without pressuring them to make a royal baby? Keep reading »
Last week, Babyshambles and Libertines’ frontman Pete Doherty showed off some serious hotness at the launch of his men’s accessory line. While his designs are gorgeous, people seemed more interested in calling the recently rehabbed rock star a heffer. From British papers to bitchy blogs, the poor dude was dubbed “fat” and “bloated.” And those are just superlatives in the headlines! Keep reading »
Yes, you read that right. Seventeen-year-old Taylor Momsen purposefully bared her chest in the middle of a New York City concert this week. I can only guess it was part of Momsen’s continuing desperate attempts to prove how unconcerned she is with the morals of society. Or a peek at just how badly she wants to get her whole audience arrested for pedophilia? Your pick. Sources at the concert say that T-Mom had pasties on under the top she pulled down, but for me that still doesn’t change the fact that she crossed the line. And for the record, we’ve chosen NOT to run the photo evidence. Keep reading »