Me: Woo! Just cleaned out the fridge. It’s basically empty now.
J: Ah, so you were playing find that smell.
Me: Baby, it’s kind of hard to play find that smell, when the entire refrigerator is that smell.
I went to Target at lunch, and as I was perusing the video game section, I saw this:
For the record, there is nothing hiding behind the shelf. The game is called My Boyfriend. And that’s the entire goal. It’s a game based on finding a boyfriend. No really. That’s the point of the game.
Five amazing guys!! ZOMG! How will I choose?!?
Wait, forgive me. I spoke too soon. The goal is indeed to find a boyfriend, but finding a boyfriend isn’t as easy as it looks. (amirite girls?) Because the best way to find a boyfriend is to make sure that you are boyfriend ready. And what does that mean, you ask? Oh the game knows what it takes:
Look good! Exercise! Be hot! Sexy times! Exercise more! Make up!! Come on, ladies!
The desire to find a boyfriend is not a bad thing. Many people, male and female, want to find a significant other. This game has nothing to do with the desire to be paired. It’s a pandering, condescending, ridiculous mash up of stereotypes that serves no purpose other than to reinforce gender norms. And all for 20 bucks. Lovely.
Taken from the file labeled Least Self-aware Spammer Ever:
The name of the car in front of me was Stalker. I looked it up, and it is a Mustang. A Ford Mustang Stalker. I can’t imagine wanting to own a car with that name. “Hey, Mom. I just bought a Toyota Tax Evader! So excited.” “Did you see Bob’s new wheels? He got himself a Pontiac Homicide Suspect. That thing is sweet.”
I look up actors whose work I enjoy. I like knowing what to look forward to…and what to dread.
I’m a fan of Leonardo DiCaprio. The Aviator caught me; I thought his performance was stunning. So I went on imdb to check out what he’s up to next. Below is a list of the movies he has in development.
Dude. Leave some work for the rest of them.
A dress on display at the Enchanted Kingdom in Kensington Palace in London. The designer, Echo Morgan, stands behind it. Literally and figuratively.
Betty White’s hosting SNL in May and showing up on talk shows right and left. She is everywhere and that is awesome. But I’d like to throw out an idea. Sure, Betty kills it on Craig Ferguson. And yes, the idea of her in a digital short with Andy Samberg is a fantastic hulu clip waiting to happen. But I think Ms. White is suited for a different kind of role. One that taps her effortless cool and timeless sex appeal.
Betty
meet James
Betty White. Best. Bond Girl. Ever. Let’s get this done Hollywood.
Why are all my spammers Russian?
How long before chipped nail polish morphs from carefree to sad?
The tabloids both reputable and not are reporting that Sandra Bullock’s husband Jesse James cheated on her with a tattoo model named Michelle Bombshell McGee. Sidenote: best name ever. Just sayin’.
Now, whether or not he cheated is none of my damn business. And I’m sorry he felt the need to apologize publicly, because again. None my bidness.
However, my darlin’ told me this evening that McGee was raised Amish. What is it with former Amish peeps? Something about the quiet, some might say repressed childhoods lead to rebellions of massive proportions. Meth labs in barns? Puppy mills in backyards? Peanuts. Bombshell McGee is just another in a long line of defectors who when they rebel, rebel hard.
Whatever the truth may be about the situation, it got a little more interesting.
