Think the internet is only for geeks and pedophiles? Think again! Now it's also the procrastination tool of choice for working women everywhere.
Reports Guardian:
For years cyberspace has been tailored to an audience of mainly young men but now women Web users have taken the lead in key age groups in the U.K. "For the first time this year women are spending more time on the Internet than men," says Peter Phillips of Ofcom. "It's a big shift and has implications for the kind of content that content providers want to have on the Internet."
Which makes total sense! Especially if by 'shifting the content,' Phillips means, "Less ads for porn, more ads for online shopping, Match.com and The Gilmore Girls on DVD.*
*Otherwise known as the box set for the box set.
• What is it about New York that makes rappers break the law? Could it be the overabundance of money-cash-hoes?
• Two new water cruises to be offered in New York and they are sure to delight the whole family (by which we mean anyone over the age of 65).
• Finally, a way to make Harry Potter enjoyable for everyone!
• For those of you who haven't been outside, or looked out the window—or are unemployed, 27 and living in your parents' basement—it's raining. All day! Which means your flight (undoubtedly to somewhere sunny and pleasant) is most likely canceled.
• Have you heard? The South Bronx is so the new Williamsburg. Which is to say, it's currently affordable and trendy, soon to be ridiculously overpriced and totally over.
It seems like every week there's another new trend in Hollywood, doesn't it? From Lindsay Lohan's side-boob to Nicole Richie's oversized sunglasses to Pete Wentz's still-to-catch-on "guyliner," you never know which styles are going to catch on and become "the next big thing." Fortunately, we're here to offer you our inexpert opinion on what's hot…and what's not.
And what's hot right now? Celebrity baby pictures. And not just any pictures, mind you. We're talking "frolicking in the water with my child while the overworked, underpaid nanny takes a two minute bathroom break" pictures.
After recently publishing a book about the potential benefits of napping daily (i.e. increased productivity, improved health, etc) Peter Workman has decided to institute naptime at his own place of business.
As a result, his employees have come up with a variety of inventive ways to grab a 10 minute catnap on the job, including—but not limited to—curling up in the closet, passing out flat on the floor and lying face-first against a book poster.
Naturally, however, our favorite testimonial was that of Mike Vago, "who works in the art department."
Do you have to be sexy to be a hit female pop star these days? 'Yes!' says CNN, citing Beyonce, Gwen Stefani and the untalented (but svelte!) Pussycat Dolls as evidence. However, they note that certain singers may have somehow infiltrated the Top 40 list despite having, say, less than perfect looks.
Congratulations, Amy Winehouse! You truly have succeeded against all odds.
The same way your refuse to call the guy who pours decaf drop at Starbucks a "barista" and the guy who read an Esquire wine column a "sommelier," we ask that you refuse to call the guy who crushes the mint in your mojito a "bar chef." He's the new career flavor of the week, according to UrbanDaddy, which latches on to last night's Tribeca opening of B-Flat's with some new terminology for mixologists bartenders."
"A mixologist is just a bartender," smack-talks B Flat's Winston Leung, one of four veteran bartenders—sorry, bar chefs—making the jump from the East Village hideaway Angel's Share. "Anybody can be a bartender. Not anybody can be a bar chef. You have to care what you give people."
You hear that? You have to care. About things like what shape ice you serve, and the curl of your lemon twist. And whether you're okay making a living off serving assholes who would ever nod their head at you, flash a $50, and utter, "Hey, bar chef."
In today's newest Times exposée, we learn that Ivy League rejects from coast to coast are being forced to focus their sights on (gasp!) second-tier colleges. And, once they get over their initial horror/humiliation of being waitlisted at Brown, the underachieving pre-frosh are actually kinda psyched about settling for their safeties!
Turns out their name-dropping parents aren't quite as good at coping, though.
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Ever wondered how actresses and supermodels achieve that light, come-hither stare? Well now, here's your big chance!
Thanks to the "Eye-Popping Celebrity Beauty!" feature from the creative minds at Us Weekly, we finally learn how Avril Levigne cultivates that subtle, au naturale look.
Levigne starts by applying a creamy, foundation base over the eyelids paired with a light, shimmery shadow, then adds enough eyeliner to make even Pete Wentz happy and then completes the look by framing her lids with luscious, fake fire engine red colored eyelashes.
It's perfect for a romantic night in with your boyfriend (or brand new, inappropriately young spouse) and so versatile that it even works for a night out with the cast of Cirque de Soleil!
Once again, those indefatigable trendspotters at the New York Times have been burning the midnight oil to bring us (and you!) the latest Rich Person Trend You Can't Relate To. And today's installment ("Pink Shirts Welcome") offers the dish on recreational drinking preferences of white yuppie twenty-somethings who graduated—without honors—from Princeton.
Yep, the Sunday Stylers have unearthed a startling new trend amongst the former debate team captains. According to inside NYT sources, (wait for it!) elitist preppies still prefer to drink their sherries in the company of other elitist preppies. Better still, this nugget of information is delivered with uncharacteristic sarcasm, and a facetious homage to the pink shirt!
Take, for example, this cheeky introduction to Theodore Cleary, the "smooth-talking ladies man in a blue pinstripe suit and pink shirt [who] works the upstairs."
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Remember that scene at the end of Footloose where all the small town teens are so excited they get to have a Senior Prom that they put on their Sunday best (or in "Ariel's" case, the bedroom curtains) show up to some dinky old barn covered with balloons, and—suddenly—turn out to be an entire class of professionally trained dancers?
Well for NYC private schools, proms are held at swanky downtown hotspots, with extravagant decorations, elaborate themes and everything but Kevin Bacon in an ugly maroon suit.
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You may not look like Angelina Jolie, but now—thanks to USA Today—you too can have an annoying 'celebrity' couples' moniker! Simply clink on the link above and enter in the name of yourself and your equally nonfamous paramour. (Sorry, no singletons allowed!)
Anyway, it's lots of fun, until you realize:
(a) A monkey—or, in this case, a very simple computer program—could come up with these names
(b) You've actually always hated the nicknames "TomKat" and "Brangelina."
(c) If you were going to copy anything about these people (which, obvi, you're not) it would probably be their six country estates, eighteen cars and that "awesome plasma tv in the bathroom" you saw on their MTV Cribs.
Either that or you'll adopt enough third-world kids to start a soccer team.
Ever thought about ditching those pink, scented print resumes and submitting an unintentionally hilarious video of your qualifications instead? In today's Slate, William Saletan debates the merits and potential pitfalls of these "new media" resumes to help unemployed readers come to an informed decision.
First, the pros. Slate points out a video application "turns your resume into an interview" and "shows off your distinctive personality, creativity and initiative." Among the cons, however, Slate argues that "soon everyone will have one, so it won't show any distinctive creativity or initiative," and "it'll show what a bore or jerk you are."
In other words, at best you're Elle Woods and, at worst, you're Aleksei Vaynor.
And, while we wholeheartedly believe that "impossible is nothing," somehow video resumes just don't quite seem worth the risk yet.
Ladies—Don't you just hate it when you're slaving away in the kitchen all day, presumably barefoot and pregnant, putting the finishing touches on that painstakingly home-cooked meal, only to have your loved one come ambling into the kitchen, clean his plate with nary a word, and stick you with all the dishes?
No, we haven't magically transported ourselves back to the 1950's. We're merely referring to the increasing number of pet-owners who have opted to prepare full, gourmet meals for their cats and dogs in the wake of the Menu Foods poisoning scare. And, naturally, the Times trendspotters are first on the scene!
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Today's "Rich Person Trend You Can't Relate To" is markedly different than the typical Williamburg loft-buying and dual master bedroom building Manhattanites of trends past. But that's probably because this latest installment comes not from the usual offender (the New York Times' real estate section) but rather from the deep, dark underbelly of Radar.com.
And you won't believe what these Gen Y prepsters are doing when they're not updating their MySpace and/or Facebook profiles! The newest rage amongst private school elite?
Coughing up $50 for the privilege of regressing back to their spoiled, six year olds selves aboard a big, yellow school bus.
'But wait,' you say, 'isn't this just another example of self-indulgent rich kids flaunting their overinflated sense of self-worth and masking their latent immaturity with a highly contrived veneer of naivete?'
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Not being the types to keep our New Year's resolutions past the first week, we're always in awe of those pious individuals who are capable of successfully observing Lent. And this year's crop of young Catholics are giving up what's nearest and dearest to them: internet networking sites.
We sure hope Kerry Graham makes it through this difficult time! But next time, Kerri, maybe pick something a little easier to live without? (Like, for instance, bed-wetting. Or how about frenemies? They're the worst!) Then again, maybe try upping the ante. We hear you can't go until Easter without Jossip!
Haha, we're only kidding. Seriously. Please don't leave…
The District of Columbia has always been known for its high intelligence quotient and hopelessly unattractive populace. But has that time come and gone?
"Possibly!" says a thought-provoking article in yesterday's D.C. based Politico, that dares to wonder "maybe we're not so ugly anymore?"
The piece, while inconclusive, nevertheless features a persuasive picture of resident hottie (and Senate staffer) Kate Michael, and provides several interesting theories for the purported increase in overall attractiveness. One hypothesis credits the Democratic takeover of Congress, arguing that Dems are "traditionally more of the allies and pals of the Hollywood set and therefore…pushing the style quotient."
But not everyone's convinced.
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Have you seen yesterday's Times? Then perhaps you enjoyed the whimsical piece about the trials and tribulations of the Agrawal family? Our heart certainly goes out to 25 year-old trustafarian Natasha, who is dealing with the unforeseen trauma of inheriting a two-bedroom Penthouse apartment in Williamsburg, courtesy of her parents. But wait! They won't let her move in her thrift-store sofas or her unnamed boyfriend!
Cue the maudlin violin music!
And according to the NYT, Natashas Agrawal is far from alone. More and more buyers are turning to their parents for financial help with down payments and mortgages, says the Grey Lady, and many of these less than financially independent buyers eventually end up on a therapist's couch.
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Already over celebrity adoption? So are we. Seriously, when did carrying to term become so passe? Most of these actresses have two perfectly good ovaries, and yet it seems as though everyone's following Brangelina's lead and ordering in Vietnamese whenever they get the baby bug.
Anyhow thanks to Angie and her third-world brood, we're feeling overwhelmed by stories of celebs venturing to the farthest regions of the world only to return with children who may or may still belong to someone else. (We're talking about you, Madge!) And apparently we're not alone. George Clooney weighs in with his thoughts on this latest Hollwood craze:
[George Clooney] joked that he was going to adopt — but not quite like some of his Hollywood colleagues. He quipped, “I’m going to adopt a good-looking 24-year-old girl with some cash.”
We're right with you, Georgie! And in that spirit, we're currently taking offers from all ridiculously attractive twenty-somethings in need of a little TLC.
Here it is. Yet another scary-sounding reason to steer clear of sleep boosters Ambien and Lunesta…
And what's the only thing scarier than 'sleep-driving?' "Sleep-eating!" responds the former president of the now disbanded Delta Zeta sorority of DePauw University.
Apparently, Slate didn't think too highly of the New York Times' latest "trend" story about married couples who sleep in separate bedrooms. Check out the picture on the bottom left!
Sheer genius! Say, maybe Slate could start a new feature wherein they make fun of lame Times' articles by doing photo mock-ups of the original topic? We can't wait to see what they do for Thursday Styles!
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