I Was A Women’s Studies Minor Until My Professor Called Me Anti-Feminist
Makeup Inspired By: The Hangover, And All Hangovers I Have Had
Topless Painting Of Angelina Jolie Post-Masectomy Expected To Fetch $20,000
Red Carpet Rundown: Hardcore Glitter & Glamour At Cannes
Abercrombie & Fitch Is, Like, So Sorry For Being Exclusionary Jerks
Wed Bed Dead Rum Tum Tugger Is Sexy But We Feel Weird About It
DO NOT GO HOME WITH THE GUY WHO HAS BLOOD ON HIS LAPEL. EVER. EVEN IF HE LOOKS LIKE CHRISTIAN BALE. More
Last week, our intern Kate was trapped in an elevator with a bunch of models (visiting our building for some pre-NYFW castings) and came to the disturbing realization that she’d be eaten first because she had the most body fat. Of course, Kate forgets the first rule of cannibalism: eat them before they eat you. This week, editors Jennifer Wright and Ashley Cardiff are discussing something of a favorite topic: people eating and, specifically, what would drive them to it. More
Infamous “beauty and health critic” Cat Marnell quit her post at xoJane this week to pursue “[being] on the rooftop of Le Bain looking for shooting stars and smoking angel dust with my friends” (also a book deal). Editors Jennifer Wright and Ashley Cardiff acknowledge the romantic sentiment but question the whole quitting/PCP aspect. So, is this a particularly bad reason to quit your job? Or… are all of them bad? Also, when did PCP become a party drug? These, and other serious questions ahead. More
Last time around, editors Jennifer Wright and Ashley Cardiff ruffled some feathers with a game of Fuck, Marry, Kill involving Jesus, Gandhi and MLK. Today being Halloween and all, they’re playing with a trio of film’s greatest psychopaths. More
Years ago, I wandered into a flea market and saw a life sized oil painting of Hannibal Lecter wearing his cannibal mask. At the time it was just within the range of things I could afford if I were to empty my bank account. It was Hannibal “The Cannibal” Lecter. Wearing his cannibal mask. They had added rainbow glitter to his eyeballs as if in some twisted allusion to Yeats via Thomas Harris. I stood starting at it for a good five minutes. “It’s so beautiful,” I thought to myself. But then I realized that if I had it hanging in my apartment, people would think I was weird or something. So I walked away. More
