Years ago, in a post on HuffPo Gay Voices, I lamented the championing of gay marriage fatigue as part and parcel of the mobilization of "same sex marriage." While we are all exhausted, there is still no rest for the weary. As the Eagles sang, "We are all just prisoners here of our own device."
He opened up about coming to terms with his sexual orientation and about the traits he looks for in the ideal man. He also spilled the tea on whether the Real Housewives is fake, and about the challenge of making sure the housewives aren't acting to maintain their job security.
My friend Al passed away from liver cancer a mere six weeks after diagnosis. He had hepatitis, but never knew about its link to liver cancer. No doctor told him. And, unfortunately, he was asymptomatic until it was too late.
If none of this is working for you, continue nodding and being polite, offering all the uptight, nervous pacing men (and other guests who come in late) your spot on the sofa. Do this until every seat in the house is taken and you have to sit on the toilet in the bathroom. Bring guacamole.
When you take a minute to simply look within yourself, you will more often than not make the right choice for your health. And you won't have to limit yourself to these stupid, harsh rules that don't really hold anyway. Lose the resolution and resolve to choose happiness.
While everyone else seems to be feeling vindicated and happy that Joe and Teresa Giudice are going to jail, I just feel super sad. I feel sad that the real people who are going to pay for those mistakes are those little girls. And it will change their lives forever.
Season 3 of Bravo's "Don't Be Tardy...." debuted on July 17 to an impressive 1.1 million viewers.
Comic-Con is a haven for has-been and chagrined performers looking to capitalize on their fleeting fame and notoriety. Nowhere is this more evident than the John Wilkes Booth Booth, where fans can have their picture taken with a hologram of the murderous thespian.
Aviva sees the light
Keeping up with the Joneses is supposedly as American as July 4 and apple pie. But it wasn't something I ever worried about, especially since: a) I'...
#14: Take the perfect group selfie for Instagram but never post it due to the inability to think of a clever hashtag. (The next morning, think of dozens of options.)
As crazy as this sounds, watching BRAVO shows like The Real Housewives of ... got me through many long and restless nights during my battle against stage III colon cancer. Too, too many times I couldn't eat or drink, but oh, how I did love watching my favorite shows on Bravo.
To celebrate the Housewives franchise launching on Hulu, we couldn't resist coming up with a few opening catchphrases of our own. Can you tell which one is real and which one is faker than a pair of Orange County boobs?
A porn star, Housewives, Mob Wives, and a pageant queen all in the same room, what more could you want from a Wednesday night?
1: Send out random photos of their a**hole. I'll admit it: I'm a butt guy. I can look at gorgeous rear ends all day, and anyone who wants to send me a photo of their perky bottom has my blessing. But a butthole?
I'm only advocating for a world in which -- no matter how many new social media portals open before I'm finished typing this sentence -- we recognize that the bottomless pit into which we throw our words does indeed have a bottom.