Filed under: Miscellany | Tags: celebrities, christina aguilera, collaborations, dollar signs, grooming, kesha, kim kardashian's fiance has the same name as her mom weird, mary j blige, slash, smoking in the shower
Pharrell for Kiehl’s was one thing. But the recent collaboration between the grooming giant and everyone’s favorite Lilliputian photographer The Sartorialist really got me thinking: not only is there a lot of money to be had in the world of celebrity grooming collaborations, but the partnerships don’t even need to make any sort of sense! Never one to settle for anything less than perfect, I’ve gone ahead and brainstormed five possible celebrity grooming collaborations that are a much more natural fit. These guys and girls are just itching for some of that health and beauty money — some literally (see Ke$ha).
Slash Anti-Dandruff Shampoo: Shred & Shoulders
Ke$ha for Purell Hand $anitizer
Just for Men Celebrity Edition by Hugh Jackman
WontLastisse by Kim Kardashian for Latisse
Danny DeVito x PedEgg
Filed under: Emails from My Mother | Tags: emails from my mother, old people, why i am the way i am
A continuing feature on MrDool.com in which we take a sociological approach to discovering why I am the way I am by examining email correspondence from 1/2 of where I came from: my mother. Today, we discuss urban dance crazes, questions with no answers.
On Mon, May 16, 2011 at 4:56PM, Mom <XXXXXXX@aol.com> wrote:
Filed under: Miscellany, Women We Love | Tags: lady things, met gala, rihanna, Women We Love
I much prefer this Rihanna at the Met Gala:
to this Rihanna at Met Gala:
Filed under: Miscellany | Tags: dita von teese, memoirs, possible titles, selfless acts, this could happen
Celebrities have a lot on their minds, and perhaps none moreso than international famous person Dita Von Teese. So to take one item off of her sure-to-be-overflowing plate, I’ve gone ahead and brainstormed a list of possible titles for her memoirs, should she ever decide to spin a compelling yarn of girdles and nipple tassels (oh, that’s a title right there). Plus, without me, she’d probably chose something like War & Teese: A Life in Burlesque and we can’t let that happen. You know, I’m really selfless.
- Inexplicably Famous: The Dita Von Teese Story
- Of Girdles and Nipple Tassels: The Dita Von Teese Story
- 2007 Was Pretty Good: The Dita Von Teese Story
- Mostly I Just Go to Events: The Dita Von Teese Story
- Hot in Theory: The Dita Von Teese Story
- Burlesque, and Other Sustainable Careers: The Dita Von Teese Story
- Did I Mention I Love the 40′s: The Dita Von Teese Story
- And You Said Sleeping with Marilyn Manson Would Be a “Bad Idea”: The Dita Von Teese Story
- My Parents Definitely Don’t Understand: The Dita Von Teese Story
- Fuck Sunshine: The Dita Von Teese Story
- No, I Actually Haven’t Thought of a Plan B: The Dita Von Teese Story
- You’ve Seen Nothing Yet: The Dita Von Teese Story
- I Do Not Own Sweatpants: The Dita Von Teese Story
- WE GET IT: The Dita Von Teese Story
Filed under: Miscellany | Tags: 2008, college, extended quarterlife crisis and or early midlife crisis, nostalgia, the folly of youth, the hills, twentysomething
For those of you who have been busy camping out for Indiana Jones tickets, or have spent much of the last few weeks wondering where Whitney was for the latter half of the latest season of “The Hills,” or have been living in Idaho, you may have missed a recent glorious event that I think should be brought to our attention: the Marquette branch of our Roman family tree has graduated. Yes, now there are fully educated former Romans running amok somewhere in the Midwest. So I figured now is the perfect time to send out one of these emails that we haven’t had in awhile, to find out what the hell are you guys doing with your lives. Jobs? More school? Or, like me a year ago, summer months filled with interviews and reading the entire Harry Potter series in succession, interrupted only by stints overstaying your welcome in friends’ apartments and many aimless trips to the mall.
But then, just as I was teetering on the edge of a quarter-life crisis in October, I finally got myself a job. And then left it for another one two weeks later, but that’s neither here nor there. Point is, I got a job and started out on the road toward maturity and adulthood.
Which is, apparently, a really long road.
But, now, a year out of college, I’m here to pass on some of the knowledge that I have collected about life…just like The Giving Tree in human form. I’ve only learned three life lessons this year. Well, four, but one I’ve decided to keep to myself because in telling it I would have to admit participating in a certain act that I would rather not admit to partaking in…until I can tell you in person, because then I can also act it out.*
So, here we go:
1.) Beware of office happy hours and company holiday parties. It was easy enough to not do anything embarrassing at the Christmas party, because consuming all of the beer in Milwaukee could not have made that event any less awkward. Happy Hours, though, are another beast. You think because you’re surrounded by other people who are out drinking heavily on a weeknight that you’re surrounded by like-minded people, just as you were in college. You think that, until you receive this IM from a co-worker the following morning:
mbn1342: so….do you always speak to people in bars using a british accent or was that something special just for us?
2.) Craigslist is great for getting rid of your old shit; not so great for roommates. My current foreign roommate has effectively turned my living room couch into a French youth hostel for his friends (bathing optional! staying for 2 weeks and eating cheese mandatory!) and every viewing of a reality TV show into a forum on the decline of American culture. Can’t I just watch “Keeping Up with the Kardashians” in peace? USA! USA!
3.) You will miss college more than anything in the world, and you will have uncomfortable moments where you feel like a decent human being, followed by acts of responsibility and wise decision-making. Examples include staying in and watching a movie, not purchasing big ticket items a week before the rent is due, and the ability to cook something other than toast or pasta. And it will be weird. And so then you will go out on a Tuesday and wake up on Wednesday smelling like an ashtray dipped in Absolut and you won’t have time to shower before work so you will shove 9 pieces of Trident in your mouth and purchase a 32-oz coffee and that familiar feeling of shame and regret tinged with pleasure will come creeping back and all will be right with the world. Until you receive this IM from a co-worker:
mbn1342: so…. do you remember texting me at 3:14 last night asking if I could pick you up in Funkytown and drop you off on Electric Avenue? And btw, what is a “vigorous handy”?
So, there you have it.
Congrats and welcome to the real world!
Love to you all,
*Spoiler alert: It involves three fingers!
Whatever, just click through and watch on YouTube.