It wasn’t until around a year ago that I really started to pay attention to the things I ate. And I took on my new knowledge of what’s nutritious, how to lose weight, and how to really exercise…well…kicking and screaming.

I was always that bitch with the really fast metabolism who didn’t gain weight. I’d come home and go from eating a can of Pringles to an entire pint of Ben & Jerry’s–easily. I never was bigger than a size 7, however, I did slowly become more concerned with being healthy. So what if I could eat a bucket of lard for dinner? That didn’t mean it was doing my health any wonders or that I felt GOOD after one of my binges.

Plus, I didn’t think it’d kill me to be a little smaller if losing weight did end up being the outcome of the diet change. Now that I’ve been a size 3 for about nine months, I’ve learned that a lot of girls who ask me how I stay small believe a lot of bullsh%t diet myths. Read More »

Sometimes trends are so ridiculous (and downright hideous) that while I put the title of “Trend Watch” on this article…I sincerely hope that this new item will never bear the title of “trendy”.

On that note, say hello to Spats!

These absurdly overpriced leather covers are made to cover your already expensive high heels to give you more variety; more options.

Awesome, just what we all need…something to make us even later in the morning!

Not only that, but if you ask me, these gladiator-esque shoe coverings look really f*cking dated. Weren’t these on the fringe of being cool, like, 3 years ago?

Also, who the hell do we think we are? Mr. Peanut? Victorian era, old-timey, wealthy gentlemen?

Possothespat.com is offering these ugly little things for bundles of cash. And in what looks to be an atempt to be edgy, they have taken pictures of girls with only okay looking feet to pose on toilet seats with these things on. Scandalous! Read More »

This is just too great for words, but I’ll try to come up with some anyway.

I guess it’s all coming back to the surface that a couple years ago, Enrique Iglesias said something about having a “small package.” In one of the magazines – either OK! he apparently was quoted saying,

“I can never find extra-small condoms, and I know it’s really embarrassing for people – you know, from experience.”

Then, after the media got hold of this fantastic quote, he went back on what he said, saying,

“I meant I needed a penis reduction, not an enlargement! The people who wrote I had a small willy misunderstood.”

Okay, let’s not forget that Enrique Iglesias was popular for like, one hot minute back in 2000 when he was the Poor Man’s version of Ricky Martin….or maybe the less gay version….whatever, it doesn’t matter.

Neither of them are popular anymore. So this could all be some really strange plea for media attention. Not the kind of attention one would really want though…

Anyway, now condom companies are trying to get Mr. “Small Willy” (seriously, who uses the word “willy”?) to be the spokesperson for their smaller condoms! Like Lifestyle!

If that’s not embarrassing enough, “Lifestyles Wants to Dress Enrique’s Tiny Weiner” is about the only headline this guy has been makring since he removed his mole and broke up with the blond tennis player. Ouch. Read More »

I now have one more reason to think Condé totally sucks. As of today, Jane Magazine is no more. And I, for one, am pissed.

Jane was my favorite. Smart, empowering, funny and fashionable. Of all the women’s magazines on the stands, it was the least pretentious and the least likely to make me feel stupid and whorish. And as someone who has worked within the inner sororities of the magazine world, it was refreshing to see a magazine so unlike the others. The staff and the writers actually understood our generation of women and wrote for our demographic.

I never read Jane when under the helms of Jane Pratt, so I couldn’t ever judge Jane as it was under the reign of Brandon Holley. All I knew was that despite the fact that it wasn’t perfect (hell, what women’s mag is…) it was true and it was funny. And more than anything it was refreshing.

Which is why I am still harboring resentment against the pricks at Condé Nast Publishing. I mean if you couldn’t give me a job, or pay me at my internship, couldn’t you at least keep one of your better publications going despite its flailing ad revenue. Couldn’t you at least give me SOMETHING from your grandiose spot at 4 Times Square where, within its pages, I can find a piece of clothing I can afford, a sex tip worth trying or an easy way to make 1,000 bucks? Read More »