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Brad Pitt, Angelina Jolie

Brangelina's "Exhaled Breath" Auctioned Off

Ooh-la-la, Angelina and Brad's "air" actually sold for $523 on eBay (seriously)!

A jar containing air breathed by Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt sold for a total of $523 on eBay. And no, unfortunately we're not pulling your leg here! According to the Daily Mail's website, Joe Wilson, a celebrity spotter, who's apparently trying to get into the celebrity memorabilia business, put Brangelina's "air" up for auction, and someone, who chose to remain anonymous (gee, we wonder why), actually bought it.

Glee's Chris Colfer "Held Hostage" By Lady Fans

Glee's Chris Colfer "Held Hostage" By Lady Fans

The Glee star learns the perils of fame after he's attacked by group of drunk women.

Move over Matthew Morrison—looks like there's a new resident hottie on the Glee set! Turns out Chris Colfer, aka Kurt from Glee, is a ladies man—or at least he's pretty popular with drunk female fans. The 20-year-old who admits he's still getting used to his newfound popularity, revealed that he was "terrified" during a recent run-in with a group of Chris-crazy women.

Groupies

Who Knew Pro Golfers Had Groupies?

Tiger Woods' affairs bring the culture of golf groupies into the spotlight.

The Tiger Woods saga has not only revealed another admired, seemingly squeaky clean celebrity to be a prolific philanderer, but has turned the spotlight on that notorious subculture of female fans: the groupie. From Edward Cullen to The Beatles to the favors-wielding damsels of medieval times, it appears groupies have existed as long as big, powerful men have.

new kids on the block

How Loving A Boy Band Shaped My Life

A childhood crush on a New Kid turned me into a journalist and led me to New York.

I just celebrated my first birthday as a married woman. But instead of enjoying a romantic dinner with my husband, I was at sea with a long-lost crush who re-entered my life last year. My husband knows about him, and gave me his blessing to go with him on the three-day cruise to the Bahamas. He actually met the guy once, at a club on Canal Street six years ago. He's been supportive of this reunion, even when I came home giddy from a night out with him, or when I flew to Portland, Maine, in March for a spring rendezvous. My husband says he understands that this man was in my life long before the two of us met. He knows we have history. But more than anything, he didn't mind me sailing off into the sunset with the guy because we weren't alone. Far from it. Joe brought four of his buddies along on the cruise. And a bunch of other women. Two thousand of them, all just like me. The other man is Joe McIntyre, one of the New Kids on the Block. Yes, that pop group from the '80s. The boy band that begat Backstreet, 'N Sync, and the Jonas Brothers. But this is not a story about being a groupie. I am not a slut, a sad sack, or a stalker. And yet, the most obvious word for what I am—"fan"—doesn't seem to cut it. Fan doesn't encompass the way these five men have influenced my career, my ideas of love, and even my move to the United States.