
The Bec, the Baby and the Brother. Umm... Is he even that hot?
The Bec, the Baby and the Brother. Umm... Is he even that hot?
I know I have only recently posted about the very cute Joshua Jackson but I read an interview with him today and it was so sweet and adorable that I had to share...
It's refreshing to hear someone (and particularly a celebrity) be so open and honest about their relationship and their feelings for another person especially when it's something generally confined to the "no comment" realm for a lot of celebrities and also a lot of everyday people at that.
For one who does not often speak about my own relationship and at the risk of sounding lovey dovey I am really happy that I have found someone who makes me feel the same way that Josh feels about his loved one (obviously change the male descriptors to female ones! :o)) and who also looks at me the way he looks at her...aww...
White boys can't really rap either. Except Eminem. And Flight of the Conchords.
One of my favourite Michelle outfits
SJP concurs
Jay-Z doesn't get fashion either (apparently). Beyonce apparently guest blogged for The Cut the other day (I still can't tell if it's real or a parody) to show her fans what she bought at the Patricia Field store (one of my New York friends bumped into her walking out of the store! so jealous - I didn't see any celebrities in New York!) beause, as she says: "Let me show you what I bought. I'd show my husband, Jay-Z, but he doesn't care."
Ok... so it wasn't quite like that, but I did find this film fairly offensive. Gorgeous Gigi is obsessed with getting a guy. We all know a Gigi: she's the girlfriend who drafts the message she plans to leave on voicemail whereupon she freaks out when the guy actually picks up the phone, requires assistance writing text messages, and dissects every word uttered by her date looking for clues to the potential longevity of their relationship. Honestly. She gives single women a bad name. Isn't her perfect skin enough for her?
Then there's Jennifer Aniston's character (perfect hair again) who dumps her perfect boyfriend because he has no interest in getting married. Then there's the lady who dumps her husband not because he cheated on her - there's a painful scene where she begs him to stay with her after he confesses to cheating - but because he lied to her about still smoking. Then there's the object of his lust, Scarlett Johansson (always adept at the seductress role), the hot chick that he picked up at the supermarket. While she was one of the characters with the most strength in the film, you also have to remember that she's knowingly become involved with a married man, who stoops to a new low of humiliation when she sits in a cupboard and listens to Mr (Hot) Lame-O have sex with wifey. eeeugh! Of course, the film ends happily ever after - which, apparently, is that everyone gets on with their life - with a boyfriend/fiancee. Except the divorced woman - who looks lonely in that apartment all by herself.
Don't get me wrong, there are certain elements of the film I found amusing and that I could totally identify with - who doesn't have a Kevin Connolly who they ring up for some physical attention every now and again? - and the whole "no answer is your answer" thing is painfully true, and can be laughed at - years after the experience. But I felt seriously offended by the rest of the film, and that central message of being coupled up. Sure, this is meant to be a "rom com", but that doesn't have to be at the expense of a woman's dignity and brains does it? I despair that this is love - when you relentlessly hunt it down, and in some cases with minimal regard for other women.
That said... I may be a tad biased, having some unresolved issues with the book upon which the film is based. A "friend" gave me a copy of He's Just Not That Into You while I was in the throes of being - I admit - a total pain over some guy who had dumped me. The title of the book is harsh enough, however the contents of the book is like an arrow in the heart with every chapter - throw some vinegar into the open wound every time they say "he's just not that into you" and you can imagine the self-flagellating, hard-core depressing experience reading the book was. Like all self-help books, I figure you're not going to learn the lesson from some patronising "guru" - you're only going to figure it out the hard way. I made it to chapter 2.
Anyway - there was a rather hilarious article the other day discussing the prevalence of singletons in our society, and how annoyed single people get by married people looking at them with pity when it becomes evident that you are, in fact, single. The article suggested turning the usual "we feel so sorry for you" comments back on said married couple as follows:Bridget Jones, eat your heart out.
In other Google news, Google is being sued by Louis Vuitton because "Google's advertisement activities have given companies which sell fake products unprecedented visibility beyond their wildest dreams." Google, on the other hand, claims that "Google makes money not by reason of the nature of the keyword, but by someone clicking on the keyword.... The decision to click or not to click belongs to whom? Clearly to the Internet user." Hmm... What do you lawyer-y types out there think? My highly authoritative copyright-y IP-y lawyer friend says he tends to agree with Louis Vuitton. And who wouldn't? I mean - The Very Hungry Caterpillar thing is cute, but Louis Vuitton... So much better! What?! A lawsuit isn't a popularity contest? Oh...
I can't help but agree with one of my favourite characters of all time, Lord Darlington in Oscar Wilde's hilarious Lady Windermere's Fan when he says "I can resist everything except temptation". I say - naughty Google! You shouldn't let us be tempted! We are weak little Darlingtons!
Google made me do it!
So you think you don't have time to go to the gym because you've just got to get home in time for (ironically) The Biggest Loser?
Don't expect to sit at the bus stop thinking about the latest physical challenge - instead expect public ridicule, smug I-picked-her-at-that looks and general remorse for eating that last little bite-sized Cherry Ripe. An advertising company in the Netherlands has taken guilt-sells to a whole new level with their terrifying advertising campaign for Fitness First (it really is all over the world). Sit on a wired seat at the bus stop and all and sundry will know exactly how much you weigh - it won't be long before folk are removing shoes, belts, fake fingernails as they try to drop to their goal weight before the bus pulls up. Hey! That sounds fun.
It's an interesting tactic - blending human nature's most basic traits - the need for acceptance, guilt, competitiveness, sanctimonious smugness and fear - into one neat, effective package. Of course, it's not all bad. Competitions for the most people on one bench at the least weight and vice versa are sure to crop up, and that daily transit to work can be transformed from bland monotony to your very own Biggest Loser -whether the suckers at the bus stop* realise it or not.
*That being suckers at the Rotterdam bus stop, where the advertising campaign was launched. So far...
Where the Wild Things Are is a film adaptation of the children's book of the same name by Maurice Sendak.
The children's classic first published in 1963 is about the imaginery adventures of our star, Max, who is punished for "making mischief" by being sent to his room without his supper (does anyone even use that word anymore?) Whilst in his room, a wild forest grows out of his imagination and Max journeys to the land of the Wild Things. He wears a cute little wolf suit throughout his adventures and eventually becomes King of the Wild Things. However, he soon finds himself lonely and homesick and returns home where his supper is waiting for him.
A mere 10 sentences long it will be interesting to see where the film will take the story...
Note to self: die wearing hot shoes