I've blogged for the Huffington Post andStyleite and was featured in Tara Stiles' yoga book, Slim, Calm, Sexy. When not writing or trying to touch my toes, you can find me losing at trivia nights in pubs or visiting friends and family in the South. I live in the East Village with my roommate and an excellently behaved DVR.
Haters gon' hate, you know? Some know-it-all "scientists" are claiming that the Loch Ness monster isn't some enormous, mystical, unimaginably elusive creature living in the Scottish lake of the same name and are insisting that the ripples, bubbles, and water bumps people are seeing are in fact caused by an "active fault" line running under the body of water.
Oh yeah. Ok. Sure. Whatever you say, "research experts".
Some bosses make you work late, some make you participate in so-called "fun" runs, and some shove hallucinogenic mushrooms in your mouth as part of a thrilling game called "here, taste this and tell me what you think." It reportedly happened to Sofie Rasmussen at the N.Y.C. eatery Sticky's Finger Joint. She says her manager called her into the kitchen and tricked her into eating 'shrooms.
Did we reach that portion in our pop culture cycle where we start to feel bad for reality stars? Is that happening? Because Kim Kardashian is allegedly going stir crazy at home with baby North, and I almost feel bad for her. While being stranded at home is pretty standard stuff for any mother of a newborn, Kim's life is, like, soooo much worse because she can't leave the house, even if she wanted to.
When Thick Neck Gaston was sent home on Monday night's Bachelorette, everyone was relieved. Put frankly: James Case was kind of the worst. Not only did his boob sweat freak everyone out, but the dude is a giant pile of contradictions. He defended his goals to meet other women after the show as "living in reality" and as "simple thoughts about the future", yet didn't give that same story to Desiree Hartsock. He told Des he would never think about dating other women. Then she cried and sent him home.
Here's the thing. James isn't wrong. He should totally be thinking about his chances about becoming the Bachelor and about how being on TV raises his stock with the ladies.
Attending a couture fashion show is one way to lick your wounds. Kristen Stewart was in Paris over the weekend for the Chanel show and sat front row dressed in head to toe Chanel. In a long white, buttoned-up blazer and ridiculously short shorts, the Twilight actress was business on top, party on the bottom.