We adore Shailene Woodley and are fascinated with her, um, unconventional ideas about not owning a cell phone and foraging for berries to eat. Girlfriend is very into growing her own organic foods and forgoing products with chemicals. “It’s an entire lifestyle,” Woodley has said. “It’s appealing to my soul.”
But we forgot about another Hollywood actress who has been in this hippie woo-woo game a lot longer: Alicia Silverstone! How could we have forgotten she thinks babies should go diaper-free? Or how she chews up her food and spits it in son’s mouth (“kiss-feeding”)? Alicia has long been promoting the benefits of her vegan/“kind” lifestyle, which she wrote a diet/beauty book about in 2009. Now, Alicia is the author of a new book called The Kind Mama: A Simple Guide To Supercharged Fertility, A Radiant Pregnancy, A Sweeter Birth, And A Healthier, More Beautiful Beginning.
The Daily Beast got their hands on a copy and plowed through Alicia’s tips on sex, “chichi” (that’s your vagina) care, and maintaining your “baby house.” It’s high time (no pun intended) these two face off in the battle for the ultimate hippie starlet … and we shall call it Quinoarmageddon:
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So maybe you’re not cut out to live in a yurt and grow out your armpit hair. Maybe the smell of pachouli oil turns your stomach and the thought of attending a Phish show makes you want to poke out your ear drums. You love running water and deodorant and razors and you refuse to connect to anyone on a “soul level.” Fine. To each his own. But all of us can benefit from getting a little more far out in the bedroom. As the hippies would say, “If it feels good, do it!”
Click through to see some sex practices that may be able to help you and your lovah explore new planes of communion. Or just … try something new and laugh about it.
I love hippies … I just don’t always understand what they’re talking about. Case in point: an uber-New Age-y piece Alanis Morissette penned today on The Daily Beast about the “divine feminine.” Well, it’s sort of about how everyone needs to reconcile the “divine feminine” and the “divine masculine” within themselves and that will bring peace and harmony to the Earth. Or something. Keep reading »
Not long ago, I met a guy that reminded me of that sexy NPR storyteller Ira Glass. Instantly, I fell in nerd-love with this doppelganger. After dating for a while, though, we realized we had only one thing in common: sex. So we decided to be friends with benefits. According to a Michigan State University study, sixty-percent of college co-eds have been involved in an FWB relationship, and plenty of my thirty-something girlfriends were doing it to stay satisfied, so I figured I’d give the laid back, no-romantic-attachments approach to getting laid a whirl. A year later, faux-Ira and I still hang out and hump. After our most recent rendezvous last weekend, I began to wonder what I’m doing. What are the real benefits to friends with benefits? Sure, now I have an in-case-of-sexual-emergency-hit-Glass-lookalike. At the same time, I’ve started to realize my situation is causing me to question the meaning of friendship, challenging my chances at romances, and wobbling my emotional stability. Keep reading »
Funerals, talking to a member of the clergy, bumping into your ex and his new girlfriend — these are all really uncomfortable situations. But nothing gives me more heebee-jeebees than the thought of having to snuggle strangers at a Cuddle Party. Until an episode of Scott Baio is 45…and Single (see above), I had never heard of such a nightmare, er, event. Apparently it’s a group of people, who don’t know each other, dressed in pa-jam-jam’s that bond and then eventually embrace for an extended period of time. Yuck! It’s not supposed to be sexy and I can guarantee, after looking around at the peeps in a Hallmark card store, that it definitely isn’t. However, like skinny jeans, this uncomfortable trend is becoming popular across America according to a CBS News Report. I don’t want to judge the hug, it has its place — a firm hello for friends and family, a little bid of support for someone sad, etc — but it usually takes me naked, in your bed, to get a full spoon on. Yet somehow, without the aid of booze, people are still into the idea of holding on to hippies they’ve only just met. I’ve never felt so alone in all my life. Don’t touch me! Keep reading »