MR. DOOL

Imaginary Celebrity Grooming Collaborations That Are Better Than Kiehl’s x The Sartorialist

mrdool — Fri, 17 Jun 2011 22:04:23 +0000

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

Mary J. Blige for Johnson & Johnson: No More Tears and/or Drama

Brut by Christina Aguilera

Ke$ha for Purell Hand $anitizer

Just for Men Celebrity Edition by Hugh Jackman

WontLastisse by Kim Kardashian for Latisse

Danny DeVito x PedEgg

People on the Cover of GQ Who Need Help Keeping Their Heads Up

mrdool — Fri, 20 May 2011 13:11:04 +0000

Emails from my mother, vol. 3

mrdool — Thu, 19 May 2011 01:58:23 +0000

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 wrote:

Stephen,

Do you know how to Dougie? Just kidding. I don’t want to know.

Rihanna / Rihanna

mrdool — Tue, 03 May 2011 17:12:07 +0000

I much prefer this Rihanna at the Met Gala:

to this Rihanna at Met Gala:

Possible Titles for the Memoirs of Dita Von Teese

mrdool — Mon, 18 Apr 2011 22:59:02 +0000

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

From the Email Archives: Reminiscing / Feeling Old

mrdool — Fri, 15 Apr 2011 21:35:54 +0000

Recently, my friends and I realized that come May, we will have been out of college for longer than we were in college. In addition to making me contemplate my very existence in this world and how I’m still feel like I’m 18 even though shit, I’m an adult, it also made me recall an email I sent out way back in 2008 to a group of friends who had studied abroad with me. These four Midwesterners were all a year younger than me in school, and in the infinite wisdom that a year spent working affords, I thought it necessary to impart upon them some gems about what to expect in the “real world,” despite the fact that in hindsight, I certainly had no fucking idea. I sent this email out to our group of friends in honor of the Marquette students’ graduation. Dated cultural references abound!

Hi Friends-

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.

LIFE.

Congrats and welcome to the real world!

Love to you all,
STEVE

*Spoiler alert: It involves three fingers!

The Jam, “Town Called Malice” – Live 1982

mrdool — Fri, 11 Mar 2011 01:16:47 +0000

Whatever, just click through and watch on YouTube.

The Secret Diary of Oprah Winfrey

mrdool — Thu, 10 Mar 2011 06:32:39 +0000

This week it was revealed that in the April issue of O Magazine, Oprah included five hand-written pages of her personal diary entries from pivotal moments throughout her life, including the first time she was asked out on a date and behind-the-scenes notes from her experience filming The Color Purple. And for the Oprah superfans out there (I’m looking at you, Travolta), 11 more diary pages (!!!!!!) will be made available with the purchase of the O Mag iPad app.

But now, thanks to a well-placed source within the Oprah camp — we’ll call him Kate Gerkus — we here at MrDool.com can exclusively offer you another batch of excerpts from Winfrey’s personal diaries. We aren’t proud of what we had to do to get Kate Gerkus to hand these over, but we did it for you. Enjoy.

March 13, 1996:

Today while Steadman was sleeping, I shaved off his mustache. But, by the time I woke up, it had grown back in full! I’ve never seen anything like it. Must remember to get better hair removal tips from Gayle.

December 9, 1999:

I’m skinny!

December 10, 1999:

Fat again.

February 23, 2004:

Today I adopted a strange, loudmouth white girl named Rachael Ray. I like to think of her as the Punky Brewster to my Henry. She seems to think that she’s a cook. Isn’t that cute? I’m considering giving her her own TV show, but honestly, that voice! I haven’t heard anything that grating since I hired Fran Drescher to live in my mansion and share witty banter with my butler Niles, while competing with my co-producer for my affection and injecting a dose of working class sensibility into my otherwise stuffy British household. Bitch, please.

May 9, 2005:

I got drunk on a champagne juice box a few weeks ago and gave Gayle her own satellite radio show, and now she won’t stop bothering me about doing an on-air interview. It’s like, seriously? I had lunch with the Dalai Lama and Jennifer Aniston at the Four Seasons yesterday, sweetheart. I think I’m a little above Sirius, if you know what I’m saying. Anyway, I convinced Assistant #14 to record me saying things like “That was my a-ha moment” and “Julia Roooooooberts!” and we’re going to set up an elaborate system of pulleys and levers on my bed, Ferris Bueller-style, so that Gayle will think I’m answering her questions the next time she comes over with her tape recorder. Really I’ll be at Tom Cruise’s house for a mani-pedi. Hee hee! Don’t tell anyone, Diary.

August 27, 2007:

Oh man, me and Tyler Perry just prank called Dr. Phil and pretended to be alcoholic, pregnant teenage shoplifters in need of tough love. Good times.

P.S. Tyler insisted on wearing his Madea wig the whole afternoon. Just sayin’.

September 20, 2008:

Fuck Barack, Marry Michelle, Kill Biden.

October 1, 2009:

My publisher wouldn’t let me change the name of O Magazine to O Magazine: Based on the Novel Push by Sapphire, so I called in a few favors. If you need to get in touch with my publisher now, Diary, you can find him on-staff at The View. LOL.

November 24, 2009:

“Oprah’s Favorite Things?” More like “Oprah’s Way to Appease the Poors So I Can Buy a Golden Twinkie Cutter and No One Will Accuse Me of Conspicuous Consumption in a Down Economy!” Amirite?

January 12, 2011:

God, this OWN shit better work. I can’t stand the thought of seeing Phil Donahue’s smug face smiling at me from whatever roadside diner he crawled out of. And don’t even get me started on that tramp Sally Jessy. It’s lonely at the top, Diary. Speaking of, where’s Steadman? I always forget he lives here.

xoxo, O

Smoking on the Cover

mrdool — Thu, 10 Mar 2011 02:50:00 +0000

Ask Adele, Josh Brolin, Javier Bardem or any high schooler: you can only be so cool without a cig in hand. Sorry, Surgeon General, but you’re kind of a square.

Style on Film: Blame it on Fidel

mrdool — Tue, 08 Mar 2011 04:55:18 +0000

Blame it on Fidel (2006)

Director: Julie Gavras

Starring: Nina Kervel-Bey, Stefano Accorsi

More style on film here.