I mean, PROLLY, RITE. Who didn't love She's the Man. This whole Amanda Bynes arrest thingy is extremely upsetting. I don't doubt that she's going through some serious shit these days, but on the other hand, that dude who called the cops on her seems like an opportunistic garbage-bozo. And what twentysomething rich kid …
Well, CSA is what I could fit in the headline. (If you look, I was careful to just call mine a "veggie box" in the body of the post. :) ) And if people google CSA they'll find a bunch of options, from produce delivery services to more hardcore local-farm-to-local-table stuff.
Much unlike many a magazine editor who recommends you buy all sorts of crap that they most likely got for free, your Jezebel staff doesn't get jack shit (other than books, unsolicited). And that's how it should be. But on our own time, in our personal lives, we still buy stuff. So this is Worth It, our recommendation of random things that we've actually spent our own money on. These are the things we buy regularly or really like, things we'd actually tell our friends about. And now we're telling you.
For $1.5 Million You Can Sit Next to Leonardo DiCaprio on a Spaceship
Dooooooooood, Leonardo. I get that charity is awesome and everything, but are you aware of what you just signed up for? You know when you're stuck on a two-hour plane flight next to, like, an evangelical baby who sells P90-X subscriptions (child prodigy) and it is literally the worst thing ever? NOW IMAGINE YOU'RE…
For $1.5 Million You Can Sit Next to Leonardo DiCaprio on a Spaceship
Dooooooooood, Leonardo. I get that charity is awesome and everything, but are you aware of what you just signed up for? You know when you're stuck on a two-hour plane flight next to, like, an evangelical baby with diarrhea who sells P90X subscriptions (child prodigy) and it is literally the worst thing ever? NOW…
It says 10-15% of women in both the original article and this article. And anxiety about becoming part of that group can affect anyone.
Oh, for sure. That's what I was trying to get at in my last paragraph, but it's buried at the very very end.
Yeah, I don't know if "solves" is the right word. But I think it's an interesting treatment, conceptually!
Despite the fact that all I want in life is a daemon familiar and a wand and a sarcastic dappled mare who really gets me and violet eyes and a tower, in actuality I'm forever harping on the fact that magic isn't real. There are no magic Spanx that will turn you into Cindy Crawford. There is no magic begoggled top hat that will transport you out of the "friend zone," and there is no magic vision board that will manifest a sarcastic talking Lamborghini (that really gets you!) in your driveway while you sleep. It's just not real. Nothing is easy and nothing is free. But...what if it was? Not magic, precisely, but a workaround—a shortcut from one side of one of life's seemingly insurmountable challenges to the other. What if you could take a pill and fix your broken relationship?
