“A grand piano, two flat-screen TVs, a steel snow plow, a suit of armor, an oversized wall mirror, a stainless steel oven range, a jet boat, an antique-style pool table, a decorative urn, framed paintings, a foosball table…”—Items up for bid in NY Housewife Teresa Guidice’s bankruptcy auction.
…Juliana Hatfield did NOT lose her V to Evan Dando, but rather another 90s heartthrob, Spike Jonze. You can read about it here and then feel bad about actually caring (the other person who cares, aside from Elizabeth and Marisa).
Thanks to Melissa Denice for this bit of hot, pressing, 90s gossip.
A lovely, impartial, unbiased piece of journalism from Kate Spencer, here; including misquotes, insertion of unnecessary jabs at other band member’s private lives (and very seedily put, too), and not to mention a bucketload of insinuation.
I would suggest to Ms Spencer that she learns more about her subject’s background before launching into this sort of guff, and perhaps takes time off from lipsynching to Twilight movies to take a couple of journalism and writing courses.
”—I wrote a blog post about the bassist from Muse comparing being on the Twilight soundtracks to selling his soul, and a bunch of Muse fans ripped me 50 new assholes… which would hurt, if it wasn’t coming from people who like the dumbest band ever.
A Sappy Post About Girlfriends, And My Future Daughter's Girlfriends
I have been hesitant to blab too much online about my pregnancy, but I’m too hyper today not to. This morning we found out that we are having a girl. I was pretty convinced it was a boy and so the news came as a total shock. I had no real reason for the boy vibe, just suspicions and old wives tales and early ultrasound pics where I swore I saw baby peen. Anyway, I was totally wrong and I am totally okay with that. I couldn’t be more thrilled either way. Honestly, it’s mostly a relief to see that its heart is intact and it has 10 fingers and 10 toes. But the gender news still has me totally worked up.
The first thing I thought was, jokingly, that this was my mom’s way of cursing me from the afterlife. She always loved to tease me for all the shit I put her through by saying, “I can’t wait for when you have a daughter. I’ll just sit back and laugh.” I hope she’s laughing. She got me. I know what I’m in for - I was a hellion. Yes, I once left a note for my mom at the top of our stairs that read, ‘I hope you fall down the stairs.’ Yes, I got black out drunk at an Indigo Girls concert in high school and my mom had to hold my hair while I puked. Yes, I had a sobbing meltdown when she got me a bathrobe and not a phone for my 11th birthday.
Well played, Mom.
But the second thing that struck me was that seconds after texting our families the news, I sent out texts to tons of girlfriends - high school girlfriends, college girlfriends, comedy girlfriends, yoga girlfriends…and I got so excited that future daughter is going to have her own network of women friends that she’ll carry with her through out her life. To me that’s one of the most unique aspects of being a woman, and sure it can be hell at times (oh, 9th grade, how you ruined me) but for the most part, your female friends are your second family. And I can’t wait for her to meet the important women in my life and eventually discover her own.
On a side note: I was talking to my best friend - who knew I was having boy vibes - after telling her the gender news, and mentioned to her that I had listened to a lot of Ani DiFranco yesterday (another thing I can’t wait for my daughter to experience). She concluded that all that Ani probably sucked the penis right off of my fetus and turned it into a girl. That made me laugh. I love my friends.
Wait, why don’t men just freeze up a bunch of their sperm and then get vasectomies so women don’t have to take crazymaking hormonal birth control anymore? Do people already do this? Has nobody ever thought of this?? This!
“We were just talking about those American Apparel ads. They’re fucking gross, man. Look, I love beautiful girls too. I think everyone should be free to have their knee socks and their sweaty shorts, but I’m over it. I’m over this weird, exhausted girl. I’m over the girl that’s tired and freezing and hungry. I like bossy girls, I always have. I like people filled with life. I’m over this weird media thing with all this, like, hollow-eyed, empty, party crap.”—Amy Poehler (via hometownwaltz) (via vainbuthonest) (via healywu)
In case anyone is curious as to how far I’ve fallen in life, I’m currently listening to a playlist on the web that a Twilight fan fiction character gives to another Twilight fan fiction character in the Twilight fan fiction story I am currently reading…for the second time.
They’re ignited by writers who are pushing readers to feel what the writers claim is righteously indignant rage but which is actually just petty jealousy, cleverly marketed as feminism. These firestorms are great for page-view-pimping bloggy business. But they promote the exact opposite of progressive thought and rational discourse, and the comment wars they elicit almost inevitably devolve into didactic one-upsmanship and faux-feminist cliché. The vibe is less sisterhood-is-powerful than middle-school clique in-fight, with anyone who dares to step outside of chalk-drawn lines delimiting what’s “empowering” and “anti-feminist” inevitably getting flamed and shamed to bits.
This is a good read. Thank fucking god for Emily Gould…
A great read. Emily Gould nails exactly what it is about this whole Olivia Munn debate that grosses me out.
I pity those ignorant souls who rushed out and bought the new iPhone and are now tied to the hell that is AT&T’s service. Time Warner could fuck Continental Airlines and you still wouldn’t get as terrible a company as AT&T.
Froochbone just told me Verizon’s going to suck once it gets the iPhone too. Oh well. Maybe we should just drop this cellphone thing all together? They’re all giving us cancer, right? Seems like a good reason.
To everyone who has liked and reblogged my post about today’s National Call-In in support of pancreatic cancer research, and big ups (did I just write that?) to all of you who have called. It’s a sad fact that one thing most of us have in common is a disease. I really appreciate your help in supporting further research for pancreatic cancer, so that maybe some time down the road people with the disease will get diagnosed before it’s reached stage 4, and maybe they’ll live a little bit longer than 8 months, and maybe their doctors will even be able to treat it and cure it.
Pancreatic Cancer Killed My Mom, And I Need Your Help To Stop It
This is an email I just sent to friends and family. Please read, and please call. And please, please reblog (PLEASE) and help me spread the word. It would mean a lot to me.
This past June 14th marks 4 years since my mother Martha was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. June 17th would have been my parents’ 38th year wedding anniversary. Though life has continued to move forward since her passing there is not a day that goes by where I don’t miss her lovely presence - her laughter, wise advice and warmth - and wish that she would be here to meet her first grandchild this winter (in case you don’t know, I am pregnant and due December 1st). Tomorrow, Tuesday June 22, is the fourth annual Pancreatic Cancer Action Network (pancan.org) National Call-In, in which participants take just a few minutes out of their day to call their senators and representative in Congress. It is not only a movement to raise general awareness about a deadly cancer that gets little funding support (less than 2% of the National Cancer Institute’s budget goes to pancreatic cancer research), but a time to urge politicians to support the Pancreatic Cancer Research and Education Act.
The link below has all the information you need on your congressmen/women’s phone numbers, as well as a script detailing what to say. I have made these calls every year and they are easy and quick. Last year less than 3000 people nationwide participated - with your help it could be so much more…especially when over 30,000 people a year are diagnosed with this disease (and around the same amount die from it each year). http://www.pancan.org/section_get_involved/advocate/advocacy_day_2010/email_call-in_tomorrow.html My mom would probably want me to add that there’s no pressure to make a phone call or two, but I would certainly appreciate it if you did - not just in her honor, but for all the people who have to face this disease every year. Finally, I ask that you forward this email to anyone and everyone you know - whether they knew my mom or not. The more people who pick up the phone, the less who have to suffer at the hands of this miserable disease. Thank you for taking the time to read this.
“THAT’S A LOT OF PLAID!!!”— Becky, as Reuben Williams took the stage for their show Saturday night. Five out of seven of them were wearing plaid button down shirts. Kate and Eric must have missed the memo. Becky was going to yell this out as a suggestion, but luckily Anthony called it out first and apologized to the audience for the assault on our eyes. (via alisonoconnor)
“The hot girls check their watches and turn over. These girls create a Hollywood frission by the pool, but they are quite different from actresses. Hot girls are perfect—actresses are not. Actresses are too short; their faces are lopsided, their noses askew. Actresses are charming. They are not tanned to a brown crisp; they do not wear sarongs with Gucci symbols on them. Their breasts are real, or else the work they have done is of a tremendous subtlety. There is a depressing disconnect between these girls who wish to be actresses and what a successful Hollywood actress actually is. It is the strangest thing to sit by a fabulous L.A. pool in a fabulous hotel and understand that as far as Hollywood is concerned, these are the have-nots.”—
Changing My Mind | Zadie Smith ”Garrett sent this to me. It is true, it is depressing, it is inspiring. And I’m ok with it.” (via Sarah) Yeah, I sent it to her with the subject line “I read this and thought of you. Put it on Tumblr.” Originally this also included: “I’ll reblog it.” (via deliberatepace) (via shiningstar)
Yesterday was the four year anniversary of my mom’s cancer diagnosis…and I forgot. Completely forgot. I remembered on June 12 and thought to myself, ‘you’re two days early,’ and had a big ol’ missing mom meltdown listening to old voicemails on the 13th. Then yesterday came and went and I had a lovely day that ended with dinner with friends and it never once entered my mind. I’m confident that that’s exactly how my mom would have wanted it.
Time is a healer and absence makes the heart grow fonder. When it comes to my mom, I think I’ll forever be stuck in between these two Hallmarkian truths.