I'm an editor and writer who, despite living in Miami most of my life, doesn't enjoy long walks on the beach. After stints at sites like DailyCandy and NBC, my husband and I packed up all our stuff, including two cats, and moved to New York, where -- thanks to much smaller living quarters -- we promptly had to get rid of most said stuff (the cats got to stay). On a typical weekend, I'm watching bad reality TV, shopping for midcentury vintage furniture I can't fit into aforementioned small living quarters, and spreading Nutella on anything I can find (not including the cats).
Unless you live in Argentina. Or Greenland. Or the penguin exhibit at the zoo (a girl can dream, can’t she?), you’re schvitzing right now. This is the time of year when I start wishing my office had a rooftop pool, or at least one of those misters they have stationed around Disney World so tourists don’t pass out walking to the Country Bear Jamboree.
That’s not going to happen, though, nor is my proposed Bathing Suit Fridays, so I went ahead and did the next best thing -- chopped all my hair off. And I’m not the only one who’s in the mood for a short 'do -- Emma Watson took it all off, and, most recently, so did Evan Rachel Wood.
For celebs, going short isn’t that big of a risk -- shell out a few hundred bucks for some extensions and they’re back to flipping their long movie star locks around. For the rest of us, though, taking the short hair plunge is a big, scary deal. Here’s how to not fear the shears:
We take a break from our currently scheduled blog post to bring you this public health service announcement: Cigarettes are bad for you.
Been there, heard that. The Center for Disease Control thinks so, too, which is why they've decided our cigarette warnings – on packages and in commercials – are too wimpy. Warning labels? Pfft. I'll read that as soon as I get through my cellphone contract. So, today they released a brand-spanking new bunch of scare tactics that would make Joe Camel gag. Have you ever seen a camel gag? It’s not pretty. And neither are these new ads, let’s take a look ...
If you’re as celeb-obsessed as I am, any time one of them is “rushed to the hospital” (as if anyone ever “takes their sweet-ass time” going to the hospital), you suddenly turn into House. Hmm, so yesterday he was on that yacht all day with that actress drinking Champagne ... heat exhaustion! Alcohol poisoning! Mono!
So whenSelena Gomez found herself in one of those paper white gowns recently, the medical diagnoses started swirling in my head. Food poisoning? The flu? Bieber Fever? (Sorry, I had to.) Turns out, the culprit was ...
It’s not every day a woman gets married. Especially to a vampire.
So when Breaking Dawn finally graces us with its presence on the big screen, Kristen Stewart/Bella Swan deserves to get the royally immortal wedding treatment, and recently the designer of her dress was revealed. I must say, I was disappointed. Not that I was expecting black velvet and corsets to embrace her new family, or something along the lines of Lady Gaga’s meat dress (an outfit and reception dinner in one!), but I totally wasn’t expecting something so, well, boring.
The ‘Boyfriend Chair.’ You know, that plush seating reserved for menfolk just outside the ladies’ dressing room for men to take a load off, read War and Peace, balance the country’s budget, and take a nap while waiting for their lady to try on three pairs of jeans. It’s a stereotype because it’s true, people.
But of course, there are always exceptions to any rule, and so yes, there are (straight) men out there who actually enjoy shopping. They are rare, like lygers and Jimmy Choos on the Saks Off 5th Clearance Rack, but they do exist. I know this, because my husband is one of them.