At the gym this morning I caught a segment on some talk show about cheating. Basically, the show was about agencies that helped people find out if their mate was cheating on them, and if such spy agencies were even ethical.
I’ve caught Santagati’s TV appearances before, and each time I see his smug face on camera I can’t help but throw up a little and shake my head at all the women who actually buy anything written by such an obvious egoist.
My distaste aside, Santagati never actually said anything revolting during those appearances, so I had nothing to confirm my gut reaction—until this morning. Read More »
Although old enough to be my grandfather, Rolling Stone Magazine continues to maintain it’s finger on the pulse of everything hip and now. From the hottest bands to the sickest trends, RS has known what’s up for 40 years… and 2007 is no different. Check out Rolling Stone’s 2007 Hot List after the jump. Read More »
Which is fine, I guess. If you like big paychecks and corporate sponsors.
Wentz, who’s certainly skinny enough to fit his entire body inside one leghole of my jeans, doesn’t exactly have what I’d call “a model face”.
He’s not fugly, but his Emo/Hipster vibe is so overpowering, it’s hard to look at him for long (unless, of course, you’re a blond girl who, once upon a time, lip synced on national television).
But then again, I could be wrong.
Maybe Wentz really will make a career out of flouncing his tattoos and bee-stung lips. He certainly has a lot of little fans—and everyone knows how persuasive those kids can be.
Have you ever sat around in your sweats with some ice cream, happened to switch on America’s Next Top Model, and thought, you know, this show is the biggest fest of shit I’ve come across in a long time?
No? Maybe it’s just me.
It’s not that I want to hate on Tyra, my body just has this weird reaction whenever she stands up in front of the girls and acts like she’s Mother Teresa’s direct descendent.
And the show certainly doesn’t do anything to disperse the stereotype that models are bitchy, pretentious, and have a whole lotta issues with food. Season after season I’m amazed at how willing these girls are to throw each other under the train while stealing granola bars and lying about it.
Anyway, if you’ve ever wanted to know what the casting process is like for this skinny girl freak fest, just click here. Whoever she is, she’s tiny enough to get inside the inner sanctum and funny enough to report back on what they actually make you do at Camp Tyra (which sound seriously, seriously frightening).
…As for me, I’ll keep my ice cream and my size 6 jeans and skip over the umpteenth season in favor of a little televised wonder I like to call Wife Swap. I’ll take crazy, controlling families over fake drama any day.