If actor Zachary Quinto of American Horror Story, Star Trek, and Margin Call wanted the world to know he was gay, he'd probably tell us. But in fact, it appears that, until now, Quinto actually preferred to keep his sexual orientation private. He's never talked about it openly.
More proof that birth control pills can be evil: Women who are on the drug tend to choose partners who are less attractive and worse in bed.
Sure, he's just a "Baby" to a lot of us, but Justin Bieber is wise beyond his years when it comes to relationships. From the looks of things, his romance with 19-year-old Selena Gomez may not just be the stuff of teen puppy love. Every day, it seems they're proving they're so NOT the Justin Timberlake and Britney Spears of today!
If October is Breast Cancer Awareness month, do you think November should be dedicated to Penis Fracture Awareness? Because apparently it's happening and no one is really talking about it.
Rachel Uchitel, 36, also known as the "most famous mistress on the planet" after her well-publicized affairs with golfer Tiger Woods and Bones star David Boreanaz, is not going to win the Ms. Relationship of the Year Award anytime soon. Perhaps not even now that she's officially a Mrs.
Every October, or Breast Cancer Awareness Month as it's known, the little pink ribbons come out in droves. We get inundated with info about BSEs (breast self-exams), annual mammos, and all the latest technology out there for breast cancer prevention. And it's amazing, but sometimes the little-known but surprising facts about breast cancer aren't the ones most publicized. Yet, they might be extremely helpful.
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, starring Jim Carrey and Kate Winslet, is one of the most brilliant love stories ever. The '04 flick tells the story of Joel and Clementine, a couple who go through a painful break-up and end up having a procedure done that "erases" memories of their time together. Definitely something anyone who has ever been through a rough split may have fantasized about! And in the next 10 years, it may be something people can actually do.
Psychiatrist Carole Lieberman thinks she's got men all figured out, and since I'm too daft to know otherwise, let's assume that she does. Let's assume that she's the Dr. Love we've been looking for, that she's the Mr. Miyagi to our Daniel LaRusso, the George Washington to our Revolutionists, the answer to our prayers. In her new book, "Bad Girls," Lieberman extols the virtues of being, predictably, a bad girl. Intrigued?
A few months before Lily was born, I jolted up from a rare, deep sleep. I'd been dreaming about a dinner of lobster and clam chowder and it was fantastic. The next weekend, I ate it. As I savored every bite, I wondered when on earth I'd be able to have another meal like that. It certainly wasn't the most child-friendly restaurant—would I ever eat there again? In six months? In a year? Five years?
It warms my heart that after having their engagement unceremoniously broken off by Bears quarterback Jay Cutler, and suffering the humiliation of an ill-timed wedding photo shoot, Kristin Cavallari is doing so well.
Last night's premiere of Pan Am confirmed at least one thing: The newest drama to idealize the early 1960s isn't sharp enough to be Mad Men, but it's certainly not vapid enough to be The Playboy Club. And thank goodness for the latter, because I know I'm not alone in looking forward to another time machine-style escape back into the era of pastel pillbox hats and glossy LIFE magazines.
