“So many wedges.”
“Turn it down for what!”
“When my milk came in, I had like, porn star boobs.”
“Look at all that pasta.”
“This 50 Cent song is all for you.”
“There’s a little pregnant lady dancing. You go girl!”
“She shouldn’t have worn cream to your wedding.”
“Why isn’t this an all-woman band?”
“Why isn’t the DJ a woman?”
“Where the fuck do you smoke?”
“I know that I need to not smoke but I still need it, ya know?”
"Neither Jezebel or the Hairpin concerns itself with the harder to articulate, more insidious expectations about women’s behavior. Neither knows how to write for and about women without almost embarrassing itself in its eagerness to please. Jezebel is too painstakingly inoffensive to hurt anyone’s feelings. The Hairpin is too charmingly self-effacing to take itself seriously, too tirelessly entertaining to ever bore a visitor. They bake pies with low-hanging fruit: they are helpful, agreeable, relatable, and above all likable. … The internet, it turned out, was a place to make people like you: the world’s biggest slumber party, and the best place to trade tokens of slumber party intimacy — [...]
Look, it's a ladies basketball team from all the way back in — you guessed it — 1902! They look so charming and stylish. This whole collection of team photos makes me think we need to revisit our modern ideas about athletic gear. Wouldn't basketball be so much more romantic if we played in pantaloons?
Fashion writer Renata Espinosa ran into the only reason I ever watched The Hills, People's Revolution head, and author Kelly Cutrone at a fashion event last night and was delighted when the lady in black told her she'd be making a regular appearance on a "nationally syndicated talk show," further details of which aren't available yet. When Espinosa asked her what kinds of things she'll be talking about on the show, Cutrone was not — as most celebrity interview subjects usually are — short on ideas. At all!