Taylor Swift’s most recent ex-fake-boyfriend, questionably effective underwear model Tom Hiddleston, is up for an Emmy this year for his work in that show I meant to watch but never did but might actually start tonight now that I think about it, The Night Manager.
In a moving and very lengthy Facebook post, Elizabeth Gilbert stood in her truth and admitted to the world that she is in love with a woman – her best friend, Rayya Elias.
In a post to her fans beginning with “Dear Ones,” the best-selling author of Eat Pray Love, Elizabeth Gilbert, announced that her 12 year marriage to José Nunes had come to an end. He was the Love section.
Elizabeth Gilbert, bestselling author of Eat, Pray, Love, Committed: A Love Story, The Signature of All Things, and the upcoming Big Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear, is hosting a “Writing, Truth and Community” retreat from 10 AM to 4 PM on Saturday, November 7. I absolutely have to be there. Would anyone mind…
Elizabeth Gilbert, author of Eat, Pray, Love and original self-actualizing Manic Pixie Dream Protagonist is selling her beautiful 19th century home in Frenchtown, New Jersey. Correction: she's embarking on a journey, which she has dubbed Eat, Pray, Crib: One woman's journey to sell her house. Really.
In today's Tweet Beat, Vinny Guadagnino sends out an in-depth analysis of race relations in America, Alyssa Milano is indeed living under a rock and Elizabeth Gilbert makes an interesting analogy.
If yoga is, as the New York Times claims, the new incarnation of the female midlife crisis, why do we love — in spite of ourselves — to read about them?
"A decade after Gilbert divorced him, Cooper is married to a Canadian diplomat. They have two young boys, Charlie and Sammy....he's currently a public interest law scholar, and he was previously a director for Mercy Corps and Human Rights Watch."
Saturday morning, my mom went to see Eat Pray Love. Her review? "I thought it was horrible." What follows is a total evisceration, in her own words.
Standing outside of the Ziegfeld theater, where security directed me away from the tent-covered, poster-lined impenetrable red carpet, I realized: This movie is a big deal. Bestseller! Huge stars! Julia Roberts.
OMFG it's here. Eat, Pray, Love premiered last night at NYC's Ziegfeld Theatre. And while I regret to inform you Franco was MIA, there was enough star-power and eye-candy — sartorial or otherwise — to please the most discerning seeker.
Fans of Eat, Pray, Love are copying Liz Gilbert's path to self-discovery, and they're not just flocking to Bali. There are other ways of buying themselves such enlightenment! Sure, but how's that working out for them?
Scores of women have invaded Ubud, Bali, looking to emulate Gilbert's enlightenment. Their expressions are serene; their caftans, expensive. But their beatific dollars aren't necessarily a good thing.
When a genuine cultural phenomenon emerges for the most part through word-of-mouth, the boom can be bewildering to those who aren't immediately swept up. My first adult experience of this, aside from the rush towards Brazilians, was Eat, Pray, Love.