Last night, Republican presidential hopefuls got the band back together again for another debate reunion tour, and like most bands whose best albums are behind them, the old familiar songs just didn't sound the same. Chords were off. Rick Perry forgot the words. Mitt Romney experienced a hair gel malfunction…
Say what one will about 2010, did it accomplish one momentous thing: a backlash against the most disgusting phrase in the American lexicon?
How will we talk about weight in 2011? First, let's recap what we learned last year: Many people are too thin, while others are simply too fat! And no one's ever "just right" (according to the media, at least).
Fuck 2010. This year fucking sucked.Fuck the February Snomageddon and fuck the December Snopocalypse. Fuck people being shocked about a fucking killer whale fucking killing someone at Sea World. Fuck the earthquake in Chile, fuck the mine exploding in West Virginia, fuck the fucking TSA getting all up in…
A lot happened in 2010: earthquakes, oil spills, DADT. Yet, to some, this was "the year of the mistress."
The November Anthropologie catalog has gone to the dogs. And pigs. And bunnies!
Stefano Pilati's latest, Spring 2010 outing for the iconic house of Yves brought out a lot of bold faces, a lot of bold lines, and, oh yeah, some really bold breasts. Talk about city of