I am a hot woman. I don’t have a name because I never needed one because I’m so hot. (Like a lot of hot women, I don’t even have a social security number. Just a card that says “HOT” followed by a series of 10s.) Earlier today, I read (or had someone read to me, because remember, I am hot) the New York Post article…
Last year, Alanis Morissette filed a lawsuit against her former manger Jonathan Schwartz, claiming he’d stolen at least $4.7 million from her over a four-year period. Though they eventually settled out of court, Schwartz was convicted in January after pleading guilty to charges of wire fraud and filing a false tax…
Love her or side-eye her, Chelsea Handler stands united with you in your disdain for Ann Coulter.
Last week, New York Magazine featured a cover image that's drawing the whole world into yet another discussion about what women should do with their bodies. The image featured a silver haired woman (who looked oddly like IMF director Christine Lagarde) nude and photographed from the side, abdomen distended with child.…
As every woman knows, there are some things you can't just come out and say to your significant other.
Oh, god, is he getting his gym bag? Is he making a protein shake?
You want to get married. You don't care to whom. You just want a big sparkly ring and an R nestled between the MS. that comes before your name on those late payment notices from The Student Loan Corporation. But you're not married, which is the only thing that you need out of life. You need a man like a fish needs…
You probably heard, but the NY Times' 'Sunday Styles' section was chock-full of goodies this weekend. There was that surprisingly-unannoying 'Modern Love' column (gem of a passage: "As we ate, we theorized about the effects of pornography on romantic relationships. Dinner ended; he had to go pack for his trip. I asked…
