Today I spent six hours and 20 dollars worth of milk to make this tiny portion of cheese curds. Labor of love/gluttony.
If you’re a dirty-diaper fetishist, why would you have to steal them? It seems like it’d be an easy DIY paraphilia.
“ Madison plays soccer. Tootie would never play soccer. If Madison and Tootie were in a race, Madison would definitely win because Tootie would probably be in high heels.
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Madison from “Toddlers & Tiaras,” whose pageant alter-ego she calls “Tootie.” Can we just start calling this show what it really is, “Nine-year-old Drag Queens”?
One year ago today, I met my wonderful, hilarious, sexy-as-hell boyfriend. And then I made out with a different guy that night. That’s a tradition we will not be continuing.
Thanks to the Renegade Accordion for making all my Star Wars-on-squeezebox-in-the-subway dreams come true.
My Boyfriend, The Grim Reaper of Greats
On Sunday afternoon, Adam took me and his sister to the gospel brunch at Cotton Club in Harlem, where the emcee gave us a bit of history on the club and its performers, including Lena Horne. “Lena Horne, who’s going to be 93 soon, got her start here,” he said. A few hours later, she was dead.
I thought it was just a weird coincidence, until I remembered that back in January, when Adam helped organize a friend’s bachelor party at Taco Bell (I know), and Glen W. Bell Jr., Taco Bell’s founder, died the very next day!
Could my boyfriend be the kiss of death for all our country’s great trailblazers? First a taco icon, then a jazz one? All I know is that if he ever plans an outing to Margaritaville, Jimmy Buffett better have his will and testament finalized.
The only thing that could possibly make this pool more awesome is if it had a Pegasus diving board.
I found the crappiest motels with the most amazing pools on the planet. Click for more. http://melaniehamlett.com
I am happy to report I finally found a use for my Princess Leia costume. Happy Star Wars Day, nerds.
Photo credit: Bonnie Biess, Asylum.com
Yesterday I interviewed Laura Leu, who runs the Tumblr blog The Navigeaters, with her b/f Adam Winer. They’re like the most low key media peeps ever - she writes for TONY, Maxim and others, and he writes for NY Mag and used to be on Best Week Ever. As far as I know, they haven’t been in the Times yet, but I’m sure it’s coming.
They blog about their culinary adventures and Laura pickles her own veggies. It’s kind of a dream situation.
It’s so nice to be recognized for something other than my handjob articles for once.
I’m jealous of my nine-year-old nephew’s bedroom. And it doesn’t even have a race car bed! But shit, you guys, there’s an antique snakeskin used as window dressing! My sister did the whole thing for probably, like, 50 bucks or something, because she’s thrifty like that. To see the whole shebang, click here.
