The girls over at Jezebel have a well documented hatred of Lucky Magazine.

Among the accusations are that the magazine’s editors could really use a thesaurus (the words ‘elegant‘, ‘gorgeous‘ and ‘sophisticated‘ appear 8, 9 and 12 times respectively in January’s issue), that they insist on adding -y to the end of pretty much any word (retro-y really just means the same thing as retro, ladies…), and my own personal favorite, the abuse of the ‘_____ just screams _______ construction, i.e. “This little sun dress just screams French Riviera in June!”

Does it? Does it actually scream? I don’t want a screaming sun dress.

I think Jezebel is totally on-target here. The magazine is poorly written and shamelessly devoted to convincing women with average incomes to spend their hard-earned cash on overpriced items they don’t actually need. I t’s the embodiment of our consumer-driven culture–no love advice or human interest stories here, just pages and pages of things. Shiny pretty things with big big price tags.

So why do I love it so much? Read More »

It’s usually pretty easy to tell if a guy is single from his apartment. You’ve got the typical underwear out in the open, ring around the bathtub, week old stubble discard in the sink, that odd “shoe and old clothes smell”…I could go on, but it only gets grosser from here.

Most of us are well versed in the signs of The Bachelor Pad, but did you know you can tell if a girl is single and unlaid by her Bachelorette Pad? Read More »

You know how when you’re working your waitress shift, some single, sexy millionaire famous guy picks you up and makes you his girlfriend?

Then he takes you on the red carpets and introduces you to all his hot, famous friends and takes you on vacations around the world and stuff?

Yea, me neither.

Apparently, for this chick, it’s not an unimaginable thing, cause George Clooney, world’s most eligible bachelor and #1 “DILF without the dad”, is now her boyfriend.

Sarah Lawson, who got into a motorcycle accident with Clooney a few days ago and got injured with a broken foot, was his cocktail waitress at the Moon nightclub in Vegas.

Gee, I wonder why he hit on her? Maybe it was the metallic bikini. Or the go-go boots. Read More »