As we prepare to eat, drink, and watch fireworks in honor of our great nation’s independence, there are plenty of noble fictional presidents we can enlist to help us celebrate the occasion—from Independence Day, to 24, to The West Wing, to Deep Impact. In real life, of course, the president does not lead alone: there’s a whole cabal of supporting roles in the U.S. government—starting with, you know, the vice president. But in fiction, vice presidents don’t exactly tend to be trustworthy.
Unfortunately for the veeps of yesteryear and today, their portrayal on T.V. and in film is usually far from flattering. Vice presidents are often non-entities—but when they do have a significant role to play, it’s usually sinister.
Need proof? Feast your eyes on this cabinet of mediocrity and evil.
Your Best Year Ever continues into 2016! This month, in honor of our Women in Comedy issue, none other than Whitney Cummings, comedian, actress, producer, and writer will be telling you what to do with your love life, your career, your friendships, and everything else comedians don’t usually give sincere advice on.
First, Whitney answered your questions on Facebook Live. Then, she tackled friendship and the growing problem of multiple bachelorette parties and the legitimacy of so called-work wives. This week she’s back and she’s focusing on first date sex etiquette:
I like to have sex on the first date if I’m feeling it. I find that sex is the best chemistry test! But then the guys never call… So recently I’ve tried not having sex on the first date—and the guys still never call. WHAT GIVES?
Alright, girl, get ready for some cold hard truth. I’m not happy about it either, but you need to take a hiatus from dating. Like, a big one. I took ten months “off guys” (no dating, no sex, no flirting, no texting!) and it was the best thing I ever did for myself. And probably for the guys I would have dated during that time.
“You need to take a hiatus from dating. Like, a big one.”
I sounded a lot like you, actually; always analyzing guys’ moves, doing too much, thinking too much. Frankly, you’re giving men too much power over your mind because you need too much of them. A good move would be to learn how to get some of these emotional and even physical needs met through other things. Unlike what a lot of television commercials tell us, men and sex aren’t the only two rewarding things life has to offer! When I took my hiatus from dating I used my time to nurture my friendships, develop new hobbies, and take on more charity work.
I started equine therapy, dog fostering, and working with a charity that helps kids with facial deformities. And ta-da, I actually read some damn books! I know, weird, right? What are books? These are all healthy ways to get dopamine and serotonin, the same chemicals released during sex and on dates with cute boys. Once you’ve established a system where you’re getting your internal needs met on your own, you’ll give off a way less desperate vibe when you hang out with guys. And don’t blame me, blame human nature for the fact that desperation is frankly just not attractive. Guys, or at least healthy guys, like a girl with a full life, so hopefully this new game plan will help!
Puede que conozcamos a alguien o puede que nosotros mismos formemos parte de ese grupo de personas que están permanentemente obsesionadas con quedar bien. Y, en algunos casos, el adjetivo es precisamente ese: obsesionadas. A (casi) todos nos preocupa quedar bien y queremos ayudar a los demás; es normal y forma parte de nuestra presencia en la sociedad, pero hay una barrera bastante fina entre estar preocupados por los demás y que nos preocupe la imagen que tengan de nosotros y que nuestra vida se vea trastornada por ello. Hemos tomado un caso extremo, hablando con una persona que ha sufrido este problema y con la terapeuta que la ayudó a sobrellevarlo, para que arrojen un poco de luz sobre un asunto que afecta a más personas de las que pensamos.
Last night, Michelle Obama sent chills through the spines of every listener who caught her 2016 Democratic National Convention speech. I chose my words carefully there.
Our hands have been up, palms open like catchers’ mitts for some time. We have been raising our right arms for so long that we’ve had to support tired shoulders with our left hands to manage the dull ache, because we all need to know: What the hell is going on? And: Is everything actually going to be okay?
We’ve had so many hands up in physical defense. In emotional plea. Asking for the shit to stop. For help of all kinds — financial, educational, security, safety. Asking for respect. Asking to be treated humanely, like humans.
Our hands have been up because — especially during this particular election year — we’ve felt like giving up, but the rub is that when you give up, you go home. What about all of those Americans so frustrated with the state of things that they’ve started to question their homes? They say there’s some truth to every joke; for many, the “moving to Canada” bit is no longer a punchline.
But thank god we kept our hands in the air to catch Michelle Obama’s speech. We wrapped our hands around her words, pressed them to our ears and clutched them hard to our hearts.
Michelle Obama spoke to the truths of an enormous audience of democrats but she knew that beyond that room, the whole world was listening. Her message of unity and solidarity; of respect despite skin color or sexual orientation or passport or language or religion; of taking action because we can no longer sit around and “hope”; of aiming high despite low, brutal, painful blows; of thinking about the generations that follow and not just of ourselves — that message is what defines America. That’s what it has always meant: freedom and equality for all. It’s so simple and obvious and we’ve known it since we got here, but sometimes we need a reminder and a wakeup call.
Beyond politics and fancy verbiage and formal reporting, we were touched. Our catcher gloves are on. Now raise your arms, just one more time, for the conversation that we hope to ignite below and speak to how she spoke to you.
Feature photograph by Tom Williams/CQ Roll Call via Getty Images.
Tres de los ángeles de VS revelaron sus polaroid del primer casting al que asistieron para desfilar en el codiciado Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show. Las fotos, son de hace 10 años aproximadamente. ¿Te imaginas cómo se veían? Sin filtros, sin maquillaje, casi casi de cara lavada.
Behati Prinsloo, Doutzen Kroes y Sigrid Agren mostraron la imagen que usaron en el casting. Además, mencionaron que definitivamente es un reto y ser o no aprobadas por Edward Razik (director de marketing de la marca) puede ser devastador o un éxito rotundo en sus carreras. También admitieron que ese día sintieron más nervios que nunca.
Behati Prinsloo: ángel desde 2007
Sigrid Agren: ángel desde 2012
Doutzen Kroes: ángel desde 2004
Y ahora, después de unos cuantos años, lucen así:
Behati Prinsloo está en espera de su primer hijo junto a su esposo Adam Levine.
Sigrid Agren al natural.
Doutzen Kroes, también al natural y felizmente casada.
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Of all the kick-ass cosplay we saw this year at Comic-Con International, there was one that stood out for both its prevalence and awesomeness: Rey. Over the course of the con it felt like you couldn’t swing a lit lightsaber and not hit someone dressed like the Force-sensitive young scavenger from Jakku. And considering how important Rey’s character in Star Wars: The Force Awakens was to an entire generation of young female Star Wars fans, it was a wonderful thing to behold. WIRED tried to capture as many of them as we could while walking around San Diego. Check out the gallery above if you want to have a renewed hope for the next generation of cosplayers.
GoTopless.org, for example, believes that women have the same constitutional right as men to go bare-chested in public. “FREE YOUR BREASTS! FREE YOUR MIND!” its website exclaims. Elsewhere on the site, the org tracks topless laws around the country as they pertain to women and also publishes news of the Go Topless Day events that occur every August (check out the BoobMap to see if there’s an event near you).
The Topfree Equal Rights Association (TERA), meanwhile, also claims to help women who “encounter difficulty going without tops in public places in Canada and the U.S.A.” According to its constitution, the association’s primary purpose is to “collect and distribute funds to be used to assist women who encounter legal difficulty being topfree in public places where men are so allowed.”
There is even a Free the Nipple film-turned-gender-equality-campaign. Director Lina Esco released her Free the Nipple film in 2014. When she faced difficulty in getting a wide release for it, she went ahead and started the movement of the same name.
I, meanwhile, have no interest in baring my bosom to the world (though if I do feel such an inclination, all I have to do is change into my pajamas in front of my bedroom window, where my husband and I have yet to install blinds). Instead, I dream of a world in which my breasts can be cradled in the warm embrace of my soft, cotton tank tops, and nothing else. I dream of a world in which I can wear halter dresses and racer-backs and off-the-shoulder tops and not worry about bra straps or wing bands. I dream of a world in which I don’t have to feel self-conscious about the fact that gravity and time have done their work on my body. I dream of a world in which my nipples are not free, but are invisible.
Alas, I feel this is impossible. Because, as Germaine Greer intimated, bralessness only opens you up to the heavy, humiliating weight of the male gaze. And even when women don’t go braless, they are still subject to sexualization by others.
Several years ago, I was power-walking through New York City, on my way to speak on a panel about career diversification. I was wearing jeans, boots, blouse, blazer. And a bra. Definitely a bra.
As I made my way down Eighth Avenue, I caught the eye of a man approaching from the opposite direction. He grinned at me and, reflexively, I responded with a smile of my own. As the corners of my mouth inched up, as my cheeks stretched into that smile, his lips moved.
“Nice tits,” he said.
I was startled.
My smile faltered.
By then, he had already passed me by.
Instead of feeling angry (the anger came later), I felt ashamed.
For smiling back at him. For encouraging him. For being a woman with breasts.
They were not pushed up. They were not exposed. There was no heaving bosom. There were no erect nipples. My breasts were, for all intents and purposes, invisible. But I was a woman. And women have breasts. And so that man knew they were there, my “tits,” lurking beneath my polyester/rayon/spandex-blend blazer. And so he called them “nice.”
Because all tits — even invisible ones — are pleasing to the male gaze.
Congratulations are in order for Lindsay Lohan—the star is set to wed her boyfriend Egor Tarabasov. The 30-year-old actress took to Instagram today to confirm that she is engaged to the 23-year-old Russian business heir in an Instagram caption following a series of dramatic posts on social media over the weekend that suggested the pair were on the outs.
In the note, the star requested privacy as the duo try to work things out. “I would appreciate if these speculations regarding my personal life would respectfully come to a halt,” Lohan wrote. “Unfortunately, a private matter has become more public than I can control and I would be extremely grateful if my fiancé and myself could discuss our personal matters on our own. There are more important things going on in the world than our relationship. Please leave us be to solve our personal matters.”
I would appreciate if these speculations regarding my personal life would respectfully come to a halt. Unfortunately, a private matter has become more public than I can control and I would be extremely grateful if my fiancé and myself could discuss our personal matters on our own. There are more important things going on in the world than our relationship. Please leave us be to solve our personal matters.
A photo posted by Lindsay Lohan (@lindsaylohan) on Jul 25, 2016 at 10:05am PDT
The couple has been dating since last summer, and it appears as if Lohan knew he was something special from beginning—she even moved to London to be closer to him. “I haven’t known Egor for that long,” the Mean Girls star told The Sun in an interview back in March. “We’ve been together for about seven months. He is a great guy. I met him in the summer. I’m really happy.” Rumors arose several months ago that the pair were headed to the altar, but this is the first time that Lohan has affirmed the news.
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