MTV and the crew are bringing this shizz to Cancun. Do Brittany, Bo and Kristy have to share a big velvet purple bed here too? I’m sorry – I’m obsessed with this bed.

As soon as they arrive, they have pool and lunch/talk time. Bo and his well-waxed eyebrows have nothing to say until he finds out that he can’t ride on the jet skis with the girls because of his jaw. He gets upset and takes it personally. Bo, need I remind you – spitting out tons of blood, split jaw, emergency room – surgery?!?

Then we have the condom blow up race – the person who wins gets to choose when they have their date. The catch: the game isn’t about speed; it’s about how they work the pump. Yes, working the pump. I’m shaking my head as I type this. Brittany wins and decides to spend the second night with Tila; she then chooses Bo go to on the first date and Kristy to go on the last one.

So the rest of the episode is basically going to be Tila making out with everyone and possibly spending the night with each of them.

Bo date: Bo’s apologies for acting like a baby earlier in the date and Tila cries about hurting Bo’s feelings and then she initiates a kiss, which totally surprises me because it seems like she doesn’t want to even be on the show. Did you guys even eat anything? Read More »

“Prince Charming” continues to say stupid sh*t

Plus size summer fashion, baby!

Um, don’t eat the tomatoes

Wicked famous sports stars going broke? They’re not stupid, they’re just too trusting

Jessica Simpson gets inpsired by her own boobs

Is your summer fling already dead in the water?

I’ve figured it out. Puff Daddy wants to be Sybile. You know, the woman who had 13 personalities?

Know your in season fruit, mamas!

You might be dating a criminal if: you’re Anne Hathaway

[photo of R. Everett from abc.net]

Long relationships. While wonderful, they can often fall into habitual, routine types of lifestyles that – while comforting – can be dull and lackluster of any excitement or romance. Having been in long relationships myself, topping out at four years as my longest, I have a few suggestions (from my own personal experiences and the experiences of others) on how to keep that flame burning bright even in oldest, most exhausted – but still loving – relationship.

Set aside one day or evening for a special date night, just the two of you. With the hustle and bustle of work, school, friends, going out, parties and the rest of what life entails, it is easy to get swept up with all your other life obligations that cause you to forget that you need to spend quality time together. A movie, a nice dinner, a good conversation, a playful bedtime activity – just something that reconnects the two of you privately.

Put yourself before him. In an article I read in Women’s Day, it was suggested (and I can second that, as most of you can, I’m sure) that women tend to place other people before them. Dr. Fulbright says, “the more a woman looks after her health and welfare, the better she will feel and the more she’ll be in the mood for sex.” Who knew that caring for you more, and him less, would create a stronger sexual bond behind closed doors? Knowing that, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind you taking a little “me” time. Read More »

Six people are left and we haven’t seen a shot of the group bed in a while. I wonder where everyone is sleeping.

Bo got his stitches out and these reality dating shows need to give me a counter at the bottom of the screen so that I know how many days have passed.

The group goes on a field trip to a tattoo parlor. Tila wants to know how far they’ll go for her because based on who “proves their love”, that’s whose family she’ll meet. Everyone has to get a tattoo, piercing, walk on broken glass or sit in the electric chair.

Lame. Brittany wants to get a tattoo and I forbid you to get Tila’s name tattooed on your body. Of course Tila is disappointed when Brittany takes time to think about it. Screw you; YOU get a tattoo, Tila. Kristy gets a star tattoo on her neck. I’m sure that the cameramen are disappointed that it’s not on her ass. Is she really a model?

George is going to walk on glass. Please drink a 40 before you do that. OH MY GOD. Tila is only interested in these people when they eat animals genitals or bleed for her. I cannot believe that he’s not cut.

GET OUT – Tila is going to walk on glass -0 and that’s because the glass is fake. Seriously? That’s stupid. George is going home for being a baby. Read More »

I guess Boston commuters have never seen a female football player before.

Okay. I know my bag’s big, and I know it smells, and I know when the T pulls into Park Street, the jersey-clad, half-crunked Red Sox fans are not going to part like the Red Sea. But every practice night, every game day, it’s the same ritual once they notice the insignia: Boston Militia Women’s Football. Stares. Whispers. Fingers pointing. Feet shuffling. General anxiety and confusion. And when there are two of us, well, that’s just too much to handle. Even small children cry.

Before the corpse-sized bag, I carried my helmet and shoulder pads in one hand, my cleats in the other. Somehow, that warranted less stares, whispers, pointing and shuffling. Mostly because those jersey-clad, half-crunked Red Sox fans seemed to think I played lacrosse. Without a stick. But a female lacrosse player, that’s believable. Female football players? They’re myths, like unicorns, and Bigfoot. Read More »

Cory Matthews is, and forever will be, my dream man.

Mom, can I please go to Camp Rock this summer?!

Help make “Another Stakeout” become another cult hit

Of course Mariah Carey has a 3,000 sq. ft. lingerie closet

Would you hook up with the Office Casanova?

…Because Hayden Pannetierre says it’s wrong…

This is why I’m afraid to try pranks

Want to catch some friends this weekend?

This video makes me really homesick

Learn to play Ysketball

“Glenn,” my husband declared, “this routine has got to change. I accept that you’re in mourning, but you can’t be self-destructive like this.” He was right. We both agreed that I either “suck it up” and get through this first semester as a junior professor or that I resign immediately and look for a job outside of academia. We had this conversation over dinner one night, and just few days before classes resumed.

As I had become accustomed to my new routine of binge-drinking, it was on this rare occasion that I found myself actually sober and even hungry. My husband, Jason, had surprised me with a home-cooked meal of hand made gnocchi – one of his many specialties. Along with his gift for making fantastic Italian food, he also had a special way of giving me advice in the simplest terms. As he poured me a nice glass of Sangiovese, he gave me these two options. Recalling my days as a pianist and listening to the meticulous clicks of a metronome, my ears followed each syllable that rolled off his tongue and onto his lips. And, as I listened my eyes were fixated on that empty wine glass. I watched it change into a brilliant kaleidoscope, bursting with swirls of various deep red hues. Once he had finished speaking, I watched the wine settle, and suddenly I felt a rush of confidence.

“Jason, you’re right,” I said. “I’ll quit this new job and find something different.” That declaration and the agreement we made that late August evening filled me with a type of hope that I had previously thought died with my mother. That renewed hope, however, was soon dashed when I met Jack and his volatile middle-aged ego. Read More »

Until sorta recently, I was never one for matching my bra to my undies, let alone buy super sexy lingerie. I felt like it was all a waste of money; if someone was interested in taking me home and ripping my clothes off, they wouldn’t lose interest just because my bra was nude and my underwear was pink with black polka-dots, right?

After spotting a set of pretty lacy lingerie on sale, I decided to take it for a test run. That is when I realized what I had been missing all along; lingerie made me feel sexier and more confident. It wasn’t about showing it off, but rather about me knowing it was there. Letting someone else enjoy it was just a little bonus.

I started going a little lingerie-crazy. I bought all sorts of sets: lacy, silky, cami’s, bras, thongs, bikinis. I built myself quite a collection. Never mind the fact that I have had no one to share it with lately, I just kept buying. And, truth be told, I have grown a bit bored with all of it. I may have a lot – and it all may be pretty – but there is only so much variety out there right now and it all seems rather cliché, overdone and commercialized.

Not anymore. In an era where you can personalize everything from your latte to your footwear, it was only natural that someone brought that along to our most intimate of apparel. The dream-team over at evloveintimates.com has made your lingerie as personal as the occasion you are wearing it for.

You pick the color, the fabric and the cut (even the piping and a little extra appliqué!). They do all the work, and in three weeks your sexy new under-thingies arrive, just in time for you to work ‘em. Rar. Go get em, Tiger.

Ever since Madonna donned her infamous cone-shaped bra, women’s underthings came out from, well, under. Usually if you see a girl with her underwear showing, the first thing you think is: TRASHY. Thongs peeking out from jeans, bra straps falling down, shirts that you can see right through–none of this brings to mind a classy gal.But your underwear can really be your outerwear if you know what to look for and how to do it right.

Vintage slips are a great way to get started. If the idea of buying someone else’s old slip sounds gross, try romantic stores like Anthropolgie or even just your local department storeand pick up one that has nice details, like lace trim.

The key is to not just wear the slip by itself, but to play around with layering. I have a cream colored slip that I like to wear under a sheer wrap dress, while my favorite lacy black slip looks great tucked into a pencil skirt and worn with a girly cardigan. This is a great winter look, especially, because you can wear your slip with tights for extra coverage.

If you’re feeling a little more bold, try a corset, or let the top of a lacy bra peek out from under a scoop-neck top. Play around with what you have, and check out stores like Only Hearts, which specializes in what they call “inner outerwear” (they have boutiques in New York and Santa Monica, plus an online shop).

Letting a bit of lingerie show is a great way to feel sexy and spice up your wardrobe a bit, no thong-showing required.

Button up ladies, tuck in those bras, put away the lipgloss…apparently, sexy is on the out.

During a recent call with investors of Victorias Secret, Chief Executive Sharen Turney announced her belief that the brand has gotten….”too sexy”.

GASP. TOO SEXY?! Is there such a thing? I mean, you’re a lingerie store! Read More »