Formerly engaged couple Sean Penn and Charlize Theron shared appropriate levels of affection on the red carpet while leaving the premiere of The Last Face on Friday.
Meghan Trainor is a Grammy-winning singer whose claim to fame is dancing sassily in music videos for fatally empowering pop songs like “All About That Bass” and, most recently, “No.” Sam Smith is a Grammy-winning, incessantly-shrinking artist who won this year’s Best Song Oscar for the Bond ballad “Writings on the…
Nothing sucks quite like a performance review. Even when you know you’re doing well, hearing about your weaknesses is never any fun, so it’s no surprise that I’ve never met a person who has said, “You know what I’d like? For people to judge me in my personal life like they do at work!” That’s why it’s so strange that…
This week, a source told Us Weekly that Taylor Swift calls Calvin Harris by his real name, Adam, in private. This shocked some, but should have come as no surprise to anyone. Celebrities are, as we’re so often told, just like us. And us, or we, like giving people—especially ones we’re in love with—nicknames.
Men and women, we all know, are just horny star-crossed lovers, hailing from sex planets that are far, far away. And a new study says men are from Planet Six In The Morning and women are from Planet I Guess I’ll Let You Stick It In Me Late at Night. Did you know this? Did they get your planet right?
Like sex, the history of cosleeping is fraught with suspicion and fear and irrationality. And a heaping spoonful of Satan.
Ever been at a restaurant and witnessed a breakup from one table over? How about a breakup that occurs using a script made entirely of movie titles?
Do you know the couple in the above photo? Because this picture of their proposal on the Rockefeller ice skating rink two nights ago is pretty freaking magical and they should have it. JEZEBEL ACTIVATE!
Women are doing all the "man things" they can these days. Wars. Heavy lifting. Dangerous jobs. Cigars. Heart attacks. And men are doing more "lady things" than ever before, like expressing identifiable emotion and caring about children. They are really picking up the slack and the slacks. Get it? From off the floor?…
In early August, Harold and Ruth Knapke died on the same day, just before what would have been their 66th anniversary. If a movie along those lines hadn't already been made starring some of the most aesthetically desirable humans on the planet, some scribe in Hollywood would be furiously writing it now.
This couple will keep on rocking in the free world, whether or not you want them to. And you do want them to because they're kinda the best.
Meet Verna and Jerry Kinersly, a lovely couple who have been happily married for 60 years.
Thank goodness for gender stereotypes. Without them, what would shitty stand up comics use as premises for bits? What would evolutionary psychologists study? They'd have to go back to college and get art history degrees, and the comics would be stuck with taking shots about Nickelback, which is the new airline food…
One of the hardest and most obnoxious things about getting married is moving all of your shit in with someone else's shit. Sure, you love that person, and sure, you've made some sort of vow of commitment, but JEEZ, do you have to crowd the bathroom with five bars of deodorant?
Have you ever had a really hard time opening a bottle of Coke and some guy helped you out and then you two got married?! Ha, such a classic meet-cute. (It happened to me last week, but we're divorced now that I'm no longer thirsty for a Coke.)
Can you handle the love? Looking at them being adorable and oh so happy as they arrived in Australia earlier today makes me want to make out with the entire world. I'll start with all of you. Let's go. THIS IS NOT OPTIONAL.
The New York Times Modern Love column can be tedious, pretentious, and downright ridiculous. But sometimes it's compelling, heartbreaking, and beautiful. Today's piece just set my tear ducts into overdrive, and although I'm incredibly exhausted today (STFU, hormones!), I'm positive I'd still sniffle if I wasn't.
At first, Facebook was irrelevant. I didn't get it. Why did I need Facebook when I could post all the Blingees I wanted on my friends' MySpace walls? This shit is obviously dumb. But then, somehow, seemingly overnight, Facebook became ubiquitous. Lively. MySpace was static, stagnant garbage. Facebook was fun and…
If you think finding a good, affordable wedding photographer these days is next to impossible, imagine nine decades ago when that shit was legit impossible. Plus, all your friends didn't have camera phones and basically, I'm never complaining about my life again.