Joan Rivers sat at life's table. She demanded the finest linens, china, and utensils. She always had fresh flowers. She was always served food that was seasoned perfectly. But when the food called for it, she ate with her hands. When she dropped her napkin, she wiped her face with the corner of the tablecloth. If she belched, she didn't apologize.
Much to my surprise, she was the opposite of the joking loud-mouth I knew from television. She seemed demure and polite, and she let Bernard do most of the talking and the quipping.
Already, we've seen plenty of celebs out and about in the city, and most are shacking up in their usual haunts -- i.e. the city's hippest, most luxurious hotels.
It's our Internet, and if we don't take care of it, it won't take care of us.
I didn't get to meet Robin. Yet, like so many of you, I felt like I knew him. I'd had the privilege of peering into those sensitive blue eyes on TV or in the movies, and I believed that I'd plumbed the depths of his soul.
I bet it was much more difficult to leak nudes back in the "oughts" and early twentieth century. You couldn't sit all day and night in a dark room with Slayer playing in the background. Leaking photographs of Theda Bara or Anna Pavlova took time and patience.
To get the number of signatures on it to build to the point that we can begin truly changing the face of cancer, I want to start a volleying-video challenge here in this post while the U.S. Open is still in full swing.
Why do we normalize forced and involuntary pornography of women? Why do we consistently participate in the exploitation of women, and why do we turn the ownership of the female body into a spectator sport?
What would you do with a stage three-cancer diagnosis? Mope? Grieve? Surrender? It's devastating and paralyzing. It quickly snuffs out hope and threatens your joy. It murders you figuratively and sometimes takes you literally.
Oscar Wilde once said "Education is an admirable thing, but it is well to remember from time to time that nothing worth knowing can be taught." As an educator, I don't entirely agree with this quote, but there are many truths to it.
The City of Angels, a megacity and metropolis you kinda have to visit once in your life. Yes, yes, it tends to get a bad rep - the traffic, the dirt, the people - but only, because most visitors don't know what to do and where the cool kids hang.
Whose business is it, anyway? Just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I want to experience child birth. Just because I am the youngest of eleven doesn't mean I want a bunch of kids. I love inspiring and teaching children. I don't want any of my own. And, I'm not alone.
"Where are the best places to see celebrities tonight?" That's the question nobody wants to be caught asking the hotel concierge, because that question is predicated on another question that nobody wants to be asking themselves: Why do I want to see celebrities tonight?
His impressive debut album, "In the Lonely Hour" delivers solid power pop ballads while also getting soulfully smooth as heard in the latest single "I'm Not the Only One."
Once upon a time, TLC stood for "The Learning Channel," and while that's no longer the case, that hasn't kept the network from sneaking a little boo...
So why don't more celebrities share their infertility experiences? Given that as many as one in six couples have trouble conceiving, there must be more stars out there struggling like we are, right?