My doorman is silently judging me
I never thought I’d say this, but here it is: I have a doorman. Well, technically I have a part-time doorman. And he is silently judging me. [Read more →]
I never thought I’d say this, but here it is: I have a doorman. Well, technically I have a part-time doorman. And he is silently judging me. [Read more →]
I don’t usually read a lot of glossy magazines, and I never read InStyle… but the exception to this rule occurs when I find a big old pile of magazines in my building’s trash and recycling room. Then I will grab a pile, and happily look through a bunch of free magazines.
So while flipping through an old issue of InStyle (May 2008 - hey neighbors, you hang on to your magazines for a LONG time), I came across this sentence: “It’s 5:30 PM and Carrie Underwood [for those of you who don’t know who this is, she is an American Idol winner] hasn’t eaten all day. In 90 minutes she’s due at a Grammy Awards rehearsal, and there’s a platter nearby piled with sandwiches. But Underwood sips a diet soda and nibbles on a Weight Watchers bar instead. ‘Everything shows up immediately right here,’ she says, pointing to her flat tummy. ‘So I monitor what I eat.’ ” And what does the author of this illustrious article write in response to this? “The woman has willpower.”
Ugh. The feminist in me recoils at this. That’s not WILLPOWER, that’s called ANOREXIA. I mean, isn’t that about 200 calories for an entire day? On the other hand, at least Carrie Underwood is honest about why she looks as thin as she does, and doesn’t say things like “I don’t count calories! I just try to exercise when I can, I looove walking my dogs and doing yoga!” like half the celebrities (who have clearly had plastic surgery) say in the puff pieces that appear in many publications - even those purportedly dedicated to women’s health and fitness (SELF magazine, I am looking at you).
Well, folks, apparently Sting and co. have gone ahead and retired the money making machine known as the Police. According to Stereogum, the Police reunion tour earned the aging rockers $358,825,665. Hey, Sting, have you considered donating some of that money to colony collapse disorder research? After all, without the bees, you wouldn’t have your famous nickname.