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Who the hell thinks its okay for a tabloid rag to speculate on the chromosomal condition of toddlers–in any case, but especially based on a few grainy photos?
For the record, Star, Down Sydrome isn’t “drama.”
Seriously. This magazine marks a new cultural low. AND THAT’S SAYING SOMETHING.
In an interview with Matt Lauer set to air next week, George Bush–who’s also hocking a memoir, as if living in this jobless, debt-ridden country isn’t reminder enough of the havoc he’s wreaked upon us–claims the lowest point of his presidency came when Kanye West said on live TV post-Katrina that Bush didn’t “care about black people.”
“I resent it, it’s not true, and it was one of the most disgusting moments of my presidency,” he tells Lauer, according to Yahoo! News.
So, after squandering a ten year budget surplus of $5.6 trillion and incurring a ten year deficit of $6 trillion instead, and leading this country into an unnecessary war that’s cost us over $700 billion and claimed the lives of over 12,000 U.S. soldiers, you really still believe the lowest point in your presidency was having a rapper call you racist?
Congratulations, George W. Bush! That means you officially have the emotional maturity Continue reading Congratulations, George W. Bush
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Why She’s a Babe: Jane Chen is a good-looking do-gooder. Not only is she a babe, but she’s helping to save the life of babes in the traditional sense of the word with the Embrace Infant Warmer, which looks like a mini-sleeping bag and can perform the role of an incubator for babies born prematurely at less than 1% of the cost of a traditional incubator–$25 versus upwards of $20,000. Chen and her team of Amazians plan on piloting the Infant Warmer in India before introducing it to other developing countries. And anyone saving babies–a bit of an obsession of ours, we’ll admit–is beautiful in our book.
Watch Jane’s TEDTalk in which she explains how the infant warmer works:
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It looks like Padma is going to have a baby girl!
And dayum. If that little baby grows up to look anything like mama, all of your kids are gonna need to lock up their husbands.
We’re having trouble deciding who’s cuter in this photo: John Cho or his Amazian Jr. son?
If you haven’t heard, Focus Features will soon bring us Babies, a Thomas Balmès documentary that follows “four babies, in Mongolia, Namibia, San Francisco, and Tokyo, respectively, from birth to first steps.”
Quick question: Can you possibly watch this trailer without blurting out, “I want one in every color?”
More questions, actually: Is it, like, wrong to get totally baked and watch Babies, like watching Planet Earth while going munchy in couchlock? It’s not like the babies in the movie can see you. Or that you have to keep ‘em out of drawers or support their neck or anything.
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Not gonna lie–my womb does a little dance every time I lay eyes on a cuter-than-a-panda toddler, especially one with almond eyes, jet-black hair, chubby little hands and feet. This occurs especially when I gaze at a munchkin with a sweet name like “Savita Lola Yan-Song Ng,” whose giggly, tiny face is the product of genetics from two crushworthy, Babe-a-licious parents (we’ve had our eye on hot Mom and Dad for a long while, to be sure). And even more especially when that little ‘un is being tossed in their air by our cool-ass President:
Unfazed? Try to resist this (you can’t):
Congratulations to Julie Chen and Les Moonves, who welcomed the birth of their son, Charlie, Thursday morning in Los Angeles. The baby was due October 4th but arrived a little early. This is the first child for Chen, 39. Moonves, 60, has three children from a previous marriage.
Although Charlie was born just a few hours ago, the media-savvy couple have already released his first baby picture:
Maybe they’re both friends of yours, who have plenty of time to rally with you while they’re single. But then they meet. They fall madly in love/lust, proceeding to dry-hump whenever they’re not wet-humping at home or in the car, even if that means octopussing each other in front of you and other assorted patrons at perfectly respectable dining establishments while “Baby you’re my baby, baby”-ing their way through meal conversations. After enough late arrivals to movie and concert group dates, guiltily marked with mussed-up hair and a thick layer of fuck-sweat, they eventually just stop
coming arriving at events at all–and before you know it, they’ve just evaporated from your life, like whispers in the wind.
Trust: if you were to check in, they’d be all cuddled up together at home, just the two of them on a Crate&Barrel sectional, eating take-out while watching network television. But they won’t check in on you. They’ve forgotten about you. Wait–actually, there is an offchance that they’ll actually drop you an email at some point: “Ben moved in! Housewarming party soon…” about a housewarming party that will happen never.
These are M.I.A. couple-types. I hate these people. Always down to hang when they’re not getting action, totally worthless when they’re getting blown or blowing. These are truly the kind of friends that should be dismissed entirely. Buh-BYE.
This thought crossed my mind when I discovered recently that newly-engaged Mariqueen Maandig is suddenly parting ways with the band she fronts, West Indian Girl. This–not surprisingly but perhaps more importantly–coincides with the impending end of touring days for her fiancée’s band, Nine Inch Nails.
Sure, it’s circumstantial (after all, I don’t know these people) but the puzzle pieces seem to fit–Trent and Q might actually be… an M.I.A. couple. Which might mean I hate ‘em.
Let’s see what West Indian Girl has to say about it:
from the very very sad and unfortunate department we announce that west indian girl and mariqueen have parted ways. due to her recent life and priority changes she will no longer be part of our group. we wish her nothing but the best as she embarks on a new chapter of her new life outside of this band. she sacrificed a lot over the years and her loyalty and professionalism to this family will sorely be missed. she will, however, always remain in our hearts, thoughts and prayers. thank you q, we love and miss you.
Uh huh… there’s a lot of fluff and sweet talk in there (and quite honestly, maybe T and Q are already talking babies…EW!), but I think it’s evident the band pretty much hates M.I.A. couples, too.
I’m no dog whisperer, but I’m pretty sure the dog in this video is saying to the baby,”Bitch, please, you think you got problems? Try having a motherfucking cone around your head. FML.”
[via Japan Probe]
Hooray! So Thomas “I Loves to Pop Out Them Babies” Beatie finally gave birth to baby number two. And baby number one, just so’s ya know, actually turned out to be pretty durned cute. Congratulasians go out to the happy family!
Errr… can somebody please explain to us exactly what, in this case, “natural childbirth” means?
Who was neither a fauna, nor flora
She modeled a tad,
Did a Benetton ad,
And wed a guy she did adore-a. Her hubby was mega-ton rich
And he didn’t mind she was a bitch
He said, “You mogul too!”
“I’m just older than you!”
And she built her own brand, stitch-by-stitch.
Now this is where things move off course
Because one day,the two would divorce
But before these guys did
they had two hapa kids!
And lived fabulously with no remorse.
But years as a fabulous wife
Had K used to spectacular life
Evian for her hair
And a penchant for causing much strife.
But without the old man at her side
She started to feel empty, and cried
Found hot Mr. Honsou
(More delish than ponzu)
And said, “I’ll take green diamonds in stride!”
Djimon liked this big, spicy lady
And helped her to make a new baby
It popped out of her womb,
Just before it was June,
And it didn’t cry once! Or, well, maybe.
Finally, it was time for a name
And it couldn’t be like all the same
They donned it lil’ Kenzo
With a car seat in the Benzo
Fit for life filled with fashion and fame!