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Eva Mendes has regular therapy sessions. The stunning actress visits a therapist once a week and believes it is key to finding happiness because she talks about her problems with someone who’s not directly involved in her life.

Grace Kelly by Mika, Music Video and Lyrics “Grace Kelly” is a song by Mika released for download on 9 January 2007. Produced and mixed by Greg Wells, the song entered the UK Singles Chart at number three (#3) and the UK Official Download Chart at number one (#1). One week later, it jumped to the top position, despite still being available on downloads only. The music video for the song “Grace Kelly” was directed by Sophie Muller and starred Mika and Holly Muller. The video was filmed in early November 2006. Grace Kelly lyrics by Mika. i want to talk to you (the last time we talked mr smith you reduced me to tears i promise you it wont happen again) do i attract you? do i repulse you with my queasy smile? am i too dirty? am i too flirty? do i like what you like? i could be wholesome i could be loathsome i guess im a little bit shy why dont you like me? why dont you like me? without making me try? I tried to be like grace kelly(mmm) but all her looks were to sad(uhhh) so i tried a little freddy(MMMM) ive gone identity mad!! i could be brown i could be blue i could be violet sky i could be hurtful i could be purple i could be anything you like gotta be green gotta be mean gotta be everything more why dont you like me? why dont you like me? why dont you walk out the door? (getting angry doesn’t solve anything) how can i help it? how can i help it? how can i help what you think? hello my baby hello my baby putting my life on the brink why dont you like me? why dont you like me? why dont you like yourself? should i bend over? should i look older? just to be put on the shelf? i tried to be like grace kelly(mmm) but all her looks were to sad(uhh) so i tried a little freddie(MMMM) iv gone identity mad!! i could be brown i could be blue i could be violet sky i could hurtful i could be purple i could be anything you like gotta be green gotta be mean gotta be everything more why don’t you like me why don’t you like me walk out the door! say what you want to satisfy yourself hey! but you only want,what everybody else says you should want, you want. i could be brown i could be blue i could be violet sky i could hurtful i could be purple i could be anything you like gotta be green gotta be mean gotta be everything more why don’t you like me why don’t you like me walk out the door i could be brown i could be blue i could be violet sky i could hurtful i could be purple i could be anything you like gotta be green gotta be mean gotta be everything more why don’t you like me why don’t you like me walk out the door ooo000o0o0o0ooooahh humphrey we’re leaving! kachinga! Tags: Mika

Grace Kelly by Mika, Music Video and Lyrics “Grace Kelly” is a song by Mika released for download on 9 January 2007. Produced and mixed by Greg Wells, the song entered the UK Singles Chart at number three (#3) and the UK Official Download Chart at number one (#1). One week later, it jumped to the top position, despite still being available on downloads only. The music video for the song “Grace Kelly” was directed by Sophie Muller and starred Mika and Holly Muller. The video was filmed in early November 2006. Grace Kelly lyrics by Mika. i want to talk to you (the last time we talked mr smith you reduced me to tears i promise you it wont happen again) do i attract you? do i repulse you with my queasy smile? am i too dirty? am i too flirty? do i like what you like? i could be wholesome i could be loathsome i guess im a little bit shy why dont you like me? why dont you like me? without making me try? I tried to be like grace kelly(mmm) but all her looks were to sad(uhhh) so i tried a little freddy(MMMM) ive gone identity mad!! i could be brown i could be blue i could be violet sky i could be hurtful i could be purple i could be anything you like gotta be green gotta be mean gotta be everything more why dont you like me? why dont you like me? why dont you walk out the door? (getting angry doesn’t solve anything) how can i help it? how can i help it? how can i help what you think? hello my baby hello my baby putting my life on the brink why dont you like me? why dont you like me? why dont you like yourself? should i bend over? should i look older? just to be put on the shelf? i tried to be like grace kelly(mmm) but all her looks were to sad(uhh) so i tried a little freddie(MMMM) iv gone identity mad!! i could be brown i could be blue i could be violet sky i could hurtful i could be purple i could be anything you like gotta be green gotta be mean gotta be everything more why don’t you like me why don’t you like me walk out the door! say what you want to satisfy yourself hey! but you only want,what everybody else says you should want, you want. i could be brown i could be blue i could be violet sky i could hurtful i could be purple i could be anything you like gotta be green gotta be mean gotta be everything more why don’t you like me why don’t you like me walk out the door i could be brown i could be blue i could be violet sky i could hurtful i could be purple i could be anything you like gotta be green gotta be mean gotta be everything more why don’t you like me why don’t you like me walk out the door ooo000o0o0o0ooooahh humphrey we’re leaving! kachinga! Tags: Mika

Nicole Richie’s priorities changed after having children. The 28-year-old socialite – who has been in rehab to be treated for drug addiction – admits everything in her life changed after she had two-year-old daughter Harlow and son Sparrow, five months with fiance Joel Madden.

In today’s bursting-at-the-seams Remainders: laziness. We’ve got a new Adesso keyboard for the couch-potato web surfer; a Taiwanese truck driver sleeping behind the wheel; a lazily conceived concept car; a demo that takes Farmville procrastination anywhere; and more! WiMaxed Out Every month or so we hear about a new fistful of medium-sized American cities that have been blanketed in the warmth of Clearwire’s snappy WiMax network. Although things are growing slowly but surely here, WiMax is apparently rolling out at a much more frenzied pace pretty much everywhere else. Here are some illustrative numbers, from our friend the Boy Genius: * Asia Pacific: 237 million people covered by 100 network deployments * Europe: 115 million people covered by 153 network deployments * Central/Latin America: 113 million people covered 109 network deployments * Africa/Middle East: 108 million people covered by 142 network deployments * North America: 47 million people covered by 51 network deployments But wait, these numbers don’t see 100% trustworthy. While 47 million North Americans might technically be in a WiMax coverage area, I don’t believe for a second that nearly that many are using the network. So sure, smaller nations with more densely packed populations would reasonably have more “covered” users, but that doesn’t necessarily indicate a worldwide WiMax phenomenon. That’s not to say I wouldn’t like to bask in the WiMax glow myself some day soon… [ Boy Genius Reports ] Crash I’m not sure when exactly this accident transpired, but for some reason this runaway bus in Taiwan was strapped with no less than three cameras—one on the front and one on each side. The first angle, shot with the camera on the front of the bus, doesn’t look too bad, especially to someone who has seen cumulative hours of YouTube wrecks and spent hours creating them in games like Grand Theft Auto. But when you switch to the side views and watch the runaway bus flip cars like flapjacks, then things get pretty gruesome. [ YouTube ] Keyboard Potato Adesso’s WKB-4200UB is their newest wireless keyboard, designed for maximum from-the-couch-computing laziness. It’s even got a built-in track pad for your greasy little fingers. But a real couch potato would know that wireless keyboards with built-in track pads have been around for ages and, besides its ability to work simultaneously with other keyboards, there’s nothing new to really get excited about here. Still, if you’re in the market for a new input device for computing across the room, the $120 WKB-4200UB is worth a look. [ Engadget ] Typo$ You know how sometimes you type a URL incorrectly and end up on some fake portal that’s covered in ads? Well, according to two Harvard professors, Google could be making as much as $500 million a year from those typos. The practice of “typosquatting” is nothing new, and is something that most internet users probably just ignore altogether, as I’ve always done. But $500 million should make anyone’s ears perk up. But some ears perk differently than others—it turns out that one of those Harvard professors, Benjamin Edelman, is a lawyer who happens to be representing a lawfirm whose barely-misspelled URL is contributing to Google’s typo windfall. Edelman and Google are engaged in an ongoing case on the legality of typosquatting and selling ads to those who do so. Oh well, the typo money was good while it lasted. [ NewScientist ] SkinnyTV LG’s new Skinny Frame TVs are indeed skinny: something to the tune of 25mm. But while these television sets may in fact have a sharp enough edge to cut a block of cheese, they are not the skinniest we have ever seen, with some upcoming sets boasting a so-thin-it’s-almost-not-even-there single-millimeter thickness. These particular slabs support 1080p resolution and manage to pack 3 HDMI ports and a USB one for good measure. If you’re impressed, a 50″ Skinny Frame will run you $1500, if you can manage to import one from Korea. [ SlashGear ] Little Giant AeroGel. Carbon/Kevlar composite. Liquid metal. These are all things that comprise the “structural skin” of Chu Hyung Kwon’s concept automobile, a Transformer-chic ride with the ability to flip itself over if it ends up on its backside. Sure, sounds good—now to figure out how to actually implement any of those technologies anywhere other than Adobe Illustrator. [ Yanko ] FARM. VILLE. TABLET. We got to check out the Nvidia Tegra Tablet back during CES, but can you say you’ve really checked something out until you’ve determined its ability to play Farmville, the life-consuming Facebook game that’s taken the digital world by storm? No, no you can’t. Thankfully SlashGear checked out the Tegra Tablet in this capacity and can report that an adapted Farmville runs with satisfactory snap. Exhale. [ SlashGear ]

Glamorous by Fergie, Music Video and Lyrics “ Glamorous ” is the third single taken from pop/R&B singer Fergie’s solo debut album, The Dutchess ; the song features Ludacris. In March 2007, the song became Fergie’s second number-one single in the United States. The single was released on March 19, 2007 in the UK and was the second single taken from the album. The single was not as successful in Latin America (where it wasn’t officially released) as London Bridge and Fergalicious. “Glamorous” is the fourth single from the album in Brazil, where “Big Girls Don’t Cry” was released as the third single. Fergie sang this song along with “Big Girls Don’t Cry” at the Concert for Diana. As of January 1, 2008, the single has sold 2,168,978 copies. FERGIE – Glamorous LYRICS (feat. Ludacris) (Are You Ready) If you ain’t got no money take yo’broke ass home You say: If you ain’t got no money take yo’broke ass home G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeah G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S [B-Section:] We flyin’ first class Up in the sky Poppin’ champagne Livin’ my life In the fast lane And I wont change By the Glamorous, oh the flossy flossy [chorus:] The glamorous, The glamorous, glamorous By the Glamorous, oh the flossy flossy [chorus:] The glamorous, The glamorous, glamorous By the Glamorous, oh the flossy flossy [Verse:] Wear them gold and diamonds rings All them things don’t mean a thing Chaperons and limousines Shopping for expensive things I be on the movie screens Magazines and boogie scenes I’m not clean, I’m not pristine I’m no queen, I’m no machine I still go to Taco Bell Drive through, raw as hell I don’t care, I’m still real No matter how many records I sell After the show or after the Grammies I like to go cool out with the family Sippin’, reminiscing on days when I had a Mustang And now I’m in… [B-Section:] first class Up in the sky Poppin’ champagne Livin’ my life In the fast lane And I won’t change By the Glamorous, oh the flossy flossy [chorus:] The glamorous, The glamorous, glamorous By the Glamorous, oh the flossy flossy [chorus:] The glamorous, The glamorous, glamorous By the Glamorous, oh the flossy flossy [Ludacris:] I’m talking Champagne wishes, caviar dreams You deserve nothing but all the finer things Now this whole world has no clue what to do with us I’ve got enough money in the bank for the two of us Brother gotta keep enough lettuce To support your shoe fetish Lifestyles so rich and famous Robin Leach will get jealous Half a million for the stones Taking trips from here to Rome So If you ain’t got no money take yo’broke ass home G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeah G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S [B-Section:] We flyin’ first class Up in the sky Poppin’ champagne Livin’ the life In the fast lane And I wont change By the Glamorous, oh the flossy flossy [chorus:] The glamorous, The glamorous, glamorous By the Glamorous, oh the flossy flossy [chorus:] The glamorous, The glamorous, glamorous By the Glamorous, oh the flossy flossy [Verse:] I got problems up to here I’ve got people in my ear Telling me these crazy things That I don’t want to know I’ve got money in the bank And I’d really like to thank All the fans, I’d like to thank Thank you really though Cause I remember yesterday When I dreamt about the days When I’d rock on MTV, that be really dope Damn, It’s been a long road And the industry is cold I’m glad my daddy tell me so he let his daughter know. (If you ain’t got no money, take your broke ass home) My daddy told me so (I said, If you ain’t got no money, take your broke ass home) He let his daughter know (If you ain’t got no money, take your broke ass home) My daddy told me so (If you ain’t got no money, take your broke ass home) He let his daughter know Tags: Fergie

Text messaging might be the easiest and most convenient way to send a note to your friends, but when it comes to communicating with a guy, it can be anything but simple. Whether his messages are short and sweet or lengthy and in-depth, you’re usually left wondering: what is he really trying to say? And even worse, how do I respond? Here at Crushable we want to help you sift through all the subtext and emerge, textually healed. Here’s today’s dilemma: that phantom text from an ex you got out of your system months ago. Like so many texts, this one has a back story. I was sitting home alone on a Sunday night (okay, it was Valentine’s Day) when I heard the familiar buzz of a text message coming in to my Blackberry. But any anticipation of a cute message from a friend or crush quickly vanished when I saw who it was from — a guy who had broken my heart almost two years ago. We’ve had zero contact since, and he chose this night to send me the very generic “What’s up?” text. My stomach dropped right into the couch cushions. I’ll admit, I was curious as to why — why? — this guy would be trying to get back in touch with me this way, and at this moment. But despite my urge to press reply, I hit delete instead. I had my reasons. Here are a few: The Medium When you’re in a relationship with someone for a long time, they know how to find you. My ex could have called, or written an email if he was feeling less brave. He could have Googled me and found out where I work, checked me out on Twitter or Facebook or even LinkedIn. Any of those forms of communication would have been preferable, if he really wanted to get back in touch with me. Instead, he chose to text me. Sure, it’s easy to text, but it’s almost too easy. No thought or effort required and, hey, if you get a bad response, or none at all, you can just pretend your note was meant for someone else. But if we haven’t spoken for months and months, I deserve more than that. The Message Only the text message would allow someone who you haven’t heard from in forever to send you the totally frustrating “What’s up?” How do I even begin to respond to that loaded question? The Timing If you’re trying to get back in touch with me after ages of radio silence, don’t do it at 10 p.m. on Valentine’s Day. The message made me think of all the Valentine’s Days we had spent together (three to be exact) and it made me sad and nostalgic. And the feelings of rejection, betrayal and heartbreak I had pushed out my mind months ago came rushing back. I started to feel bad for myself for sitting home alone on the most romantic of fake holidays. Who wants to reward that behavior with a response, or worse, a conversation? The moral of the story is, if an ex wants to get back in touch with you, it needs to happen on your terms. No one should ever make you feel uncomfortable or sad, and if they once made you sad they have to try that much harder to get back in your life. A much better message would have been, “I’m sorry for everything. Hope you’ve found love on this Valentine’s Day.” Have you ever received an ill-timed text message from an ex? Have a confusing text message that you need advice on? Tell us in the comments, and you might see your story in the next edition of Textual Healing. (Photo via flickr ) Post from: Crushable

When people ask what I do for a living, there’s no easy way to explain it. I missed my best friend from high school’s bachelorette party because a certain daughter of a certain music icon was rushed to the hospital in an apparent drug overdose. When 911 is called for a celebrity, my boss calls me. That’s usually how it works. My friend understood. Weeks later at the wedding, when I wasn’t on the dance floor shaking my hips to the Black Eyed Peas with the bride, I was text messaging back and forth with a certain well-known father of eight. My date – a guy friend – understood. Later that night when our filets arrived, I looked around the table at my other friends with their husbands and pregnant bellies, and I realized something. I was the only one who was still single, with the only ring on my finger being the one I got at the Lia Sophia event during Fall Fashion Week, right after I interviewed Paris Hilton . I didn’t understand. Before I explain my story, I want to go on the record and say this is not a “woe is me” pity party. In no way am I labeling myself the poor, pathetic single girl – because I’m not. I’m just the single girl who’s a little behind in the department labeled “marriage, kids, house with a white picket fence.” And I think I know why. For the past six years, the main men in my life have been Brad Pitt , Tom Cruise and most recently, Tiger Woods . No, I’m not the sixteenth mistress, but it is my job to find out if others are out there. I’m an entertainment journalist, which means I have a journalism degree with real writing, reporting and editing skills, honed at “real journalism jobs” like newspapers. Until one day, during one internship at a celebrity magazine, I fell as quickly into the wild world of Hollywood news as Alice did down the rabbit hole. Suddenly I went from covering local knitting clubs to star-studded record release parties and movie premieres in New York City. I went from wearing Coach loafers at work to four-inch stilettos. My new world was exciting, fast-paced and earned me more than a few bragging rights with my friends. There was one night where I was pressed up against one of the hottest, coolest young male pop stars in an overcrowded club on Halloween. I had nowhere to move, especially with the fairy wings on my back poking everybody around me. He had nowhere to move either, and if I had just leaned in a few inches, I could have easily kissed him. Instead, I playfully tapped him on the head with my silver glittery wand, which evoked a smile so large I was the one who was under a spell. But then his angry blonde then-girlfriend pushed him along, glared angrily at me and cursed loudly at him within earshot, quickly interrupting my fantasy – but giving me a juicy story to write the next morning about the couple’s public spat. There was another night I ended up elbow to elbow at a bar with the male half of one of Hollywood’s biggest power couples. After a source of mine had sent me a text message detailing the star’s whereabouts, I set out to see if his other half was with him. To my advantage, she stayed home, and I quickly learned why. He and I bonded over how difficult it was to get a drink and how difficult women could be at times. Yes, believe it or not, even one of Hollywood’s biggest A-listers sometimes has relationship problems and trouble getting a bartender’s attention. I let him vent and had another great story on my hands, wondering how a celebrity that well-known didn’t know better than to tell his life story to a bunch of drunk people in a bar. His publicist should have taught him better. And there was the time I drank beers, slurped oyster shooters and watched football with a recently divorced former boy-bander poolside in a tropical destination while his girlfriend sulked in her room because he wasn’t paying enough attention to her. That time I was the one getting relationship advice from the celebrity; not a bad gig, I have to admit. There’s nothing not to like about my job, but trust me, just like with everything in life, there are downsides and things that get compromised along the way. While each of these men’s leading ladies were conveniently M.I.A., so was my boyfriend of five years. Oh, did I forget to mention I had a boyfriend while I was bopping from red carpet events to all-expense paid vacations to late-night V.I.P. after-hours parties? A boyfriend that I dreamed of marriage and kids with someday. A boyfriend that looked like Bradley Cooper , no less. So why did I leave him home all the time? And why, more importantly, am I not still with him? I lie in bed each night that brings me closer and closer to my 30th birthday wondering the same thing. The easiest explanation I’ve come up with is this: My job and the lifestyle that goes along with it isn’t conducive to many romantic nights at home on the couch with a boyfriend and Tasti D Lite. Plus, my ex-boyfriend was the beer-drinking, football-watching type; not a star-struck, clubbing wannabe, except for the time I introduced the lifelong Dallas Cowboys fan to his idol, Tony Romo . He was thankful for my career choices that night. But maybe if I worked less and if I partied less, my reality would be different now. My job has its minuses like anyone else’s job, but it sure beats writing about the United Nations or Iraq – not that I’m disinterested in those topics, but covering stories like that on a daily basis would depress me so much I’d have to negotiate a career-long supply of Paxil into my contract. Plus I’ve worked my way up the celebrity gossip ladder to a handsome salary and more-than-generous expense account, and someone has to pay my bills. Last time I checked there was no line of Sugar Daddies at my door. So I’ve vowed to keep doing what I’m doing but to tone it down more than a few notches. I’ve decided to do more of my work in the office during normal hours and to choose yoga or catching up on DVR’d episodes of Millionaire Matchmaker instead of cocktail parties and movie premieres. The reality is I have enough sources that I can still do my job without constantly being around celebrities, and more importantly, without being obsessed with them. And the only way I can be in a healthy, balanced relationship is if I stop revolving my life around them. The truth about Hollywood’s rich and famous is they wake up in the morning and brush their teeth, just like you and I – well, some may not, judging from the odor when you get close enough. But that’s my point: they have bad breath sometimes, they make mistakes and they have moments of vulnerability. A while back during an interview with a female television star, who had recently divorced her husband after she discovered he cheated, the beautiful, strong, seemingly put-together girl began crying. But she didn’t get up and go to the ladies’ room or run to her publicist or type away on her Blackberry. She gracefully took the tissue I had fished out of my bag, thanked me for taking the initiative to turn my tape recorder off, and she simply talked. She talked about how hurt she felt, how betrayed she felt and how alone she felt. She talked about what she could have done differently in her marriage and her fear that she’ll never find love again or she’ll never find the strength and courage to move past the experience. I listened, I shared and I empathized, having just lost the love of my life. This woman was ten times wealthier than I was, five times prettier than me, and yet she felt a hundred times lonelier. It goes to show that even though we idolize, adore and even worship celebrities, they are people, too. Still to this day, when I see that particular starlet at an event – events that end before 8 p.m., that is — she greets me with a big smile and a hug and genuinely wants to know if I’m OK and if I’m dating anyone new. Next time we cross paths, I’ll tell her, yes, I actually am OK, but no I’m not dating anyone. Then I’ll tell her I’m not worried. I’m just a little behind — but I’ll definitely catch up.  By Bella Violet Post from: Crushable

I often get asked during interviews what I wish I’d been taught about my body when I was growing up. I usually reply that I wish I’d been told it was OK to say no if someone wanted sex, and that answer is definitely high on the list, but I have yet to drop the #1 thing I’d wished someone told me: Always wipe from front to back. Take a second to be all, “Ewww, gross,” and then really think about it. Unless someone teaches a child how to clean their body, they’ll just do whatever they get used to doing. That’s why parents have to use those little sucker balls to pull the snot out of us until they use some creative magic to make us pretend we’re elephants. So naturally, moving around a lot without a strong female presence led to not being taught what to do with my vag. We ladies can be pretty weird about our naturally given sex parts. I’m glad our ovaries aren’t dangling outside of us in a skin sack because then we’d have one more body part to feel embarrassed about and buy creams to make look, feel and smell just right. While the penis is often celebrated and shaped in a way that makes it easy to structure buildings in likeness of, the vagina just seems to be a pocket; a cave; something akin to Mary Poppins’ purse in the way it can accommodate large objects. (I’m talking babies, not umbrellas.) I lived with discomfort over my vagina’s existence for most of my life. As a woman who can make a joke of anything, vagina jokes still made my cheeks hot. In the last few years I have gradually found myself becoming more settled with my entire body and I am making peace with that one special part of me that seems the hardest to talk about. In this peace I have discovered that the vagina is a very wise organ! Here’s what my vagina has taught me: Everyone Is Beautiful Somewhere we got this idea that all vulvas should be pink, small, smooth, and paired with symmetrical labia. This has contributed to a lot of lights-out sex and fear of letting ourselves enjoy oral sex. Well to that I say, “No more!” Our vaginas are pretty and each variation should be celebrated. If Something Seems Fishy, You Should Check It Out I have never been a fan of tuna jokes as applied to feminine odor, and that is probably why I have hesitated to admit that from time to time my vagina has smelled just plain gross! Ordinarily there are changes in discharge and scent depending on the time of the month or even what you’ve been eating. But sometimes, there is just nothing normal about the stink lines coming from your front butt. I have learned that our bodies are trying to tell us through basic communication that there is something that needs to be fixed. Either we’re responding to something simple like the fabric of our underwear, those skinny jeans that are a little too skinny, or there is some sort of bacterial upset happening. In every case, when things aren’t so fresh it means that something needs to change. Go Natural! As many times as I have heard that the vagina is a self-cleaning organ, making the transition from scrubbing it out with a Brillo pad to just gently giving it a rub down in the shower has taken far too long. Now that we finally know better than to douche, we also need to stop using soaps, powders, and sprays on a part of our bodies that has such a delicate balance to maintain. Some women are more sensitive than others and even using perfumed bubble baths will cause itching and upset. Even scented tampons and toilet paper are a huge no-no. Women, keep it gentle and chemical free. It’s your vagina’s way of helping the environment. What’s Inside Matters It took me 27 years to discover that I had a G-spot. Admittedly I had some help. Before that I hadn’t really had too much interest in the inside of my vagina. But finding that spot was like discovering a nugget of gold in a riverbed. Soon I wanted to hire a team of entrepreneurial-minded workers to get in there and pan for more sensitivity. It’s great to know where your clit is, but ladies, the inside of your vag cav has plenty to offer as well. It Is Important To Take A Me-Day! Periods happen for a reason, and even though they suck they sure as hell force us to pay attention to our vaginas. Once upon a time women were treated like delicate invalids when they bled. With feminism came the “just plug up the hole and get back to the bra burning rally.” We really need to find a balance, though, so we can accept that it is OK to give ourselves a little bit of rest once a month and not feel guilty over it. See? Pretty smart stuff can be learned from the land down under! So, girls, let’s take a few seconds right now, wherever you may happen to be, to give your vagina a little low-five and say, “Thank you. I love you. You’re so cool.” By Nikol Hasler Nikol  is the  co-creator, writer and host of Midwest Teen Sex Show , a provocative and frank mix of comedy and sexual information for teens. She lives in Los Angeles and is a freelance writer whose work has been in publications such as The A.V. Club, RH Reality Check and Alternative Press Magazine. (Photo via flickr ) Post from: Crushable

Ben Stiller will only use twitter for “sensible” issues. The ‘Zoolander’ star has his own page on the networking site but unlike other celebrities, he doesn’t want to give away every detail about his life but does accept it can be used for good causes.

There’ve been many books documenting the life of Steve Jobs , attempts to worm inside of Steve’s brain. The NYT reports that Walter Isaacson , Time magazine’s former managing editor, will write the first authorized biography, however. Steve’s supposedly invited Isaacson to tour his childhood home, even. I wonder what kind of conditions Isaacson had to agreed to in order for this to happen. Isaacson’s previous two bestselling biographes were about Ben Franklin and Albert Einstein , if that tells you anything. [ NYT ]