And no, I don't mean horse riding. Tori Spelling is giving women all over the world a bad name? Just five short months after giving birth to her daughter Hattie, Spelling is up the duffers again.
For those of you whose math is a little fuzzy (I know mine was), I'll spell it out for you. She was having sex a mere four weeks after the labour.
Now, I don't know about you, but I had a wonderful, painkiller-free water birth, and yet had my husband dared come anywhere near me (or my leaky balloons) he'd have been a goner. And he knew when to keep well alone.
Back then, like most sane women, I would have chosen sleep over sex any day of the week, not least of which because you are a hormonal mess and your lady bits are, in a word, ravaged.
Tori Spelling may be better than your truly with numbers, but she seems to have fallen prey to that age-old myth: you can't get pregnant while breastfeeding. A giant whoopsie or perhaps she sagely planned to have her children 10 months apart.
Did you have your children less than a year apart? On purpose or a moment of insanity?
If the name Samantha Brick doesn't mean anything to you yet, it soon will. The British former TV exec lamented to the Daily Mail recently about the trials of being a beautiful blonde. As you can imagine, the backlash has been forceful.
In a nutshell, Brick claims that all her life men have fallen over themselves and women have been nothing but cutthroat shrews "for no other reason than my lovely looks."
Though she claims she's no Elle Macpherson, she does seem a tad full of herself. And yet she wonders why none of her so-called friends have invited her to be their bridesmaid. (Brick thinks they'd be too worried about her upstaging them. Frankly, I'm not sure any wedding party is big enough for an ego that size.)
Brick goes on to claim that she's been dropped by countless friends threatened by her mere presence in a room.
"If their partners dared to actually talk to me, a sudden chill would descend on the room. And it is not just jealous wives who have frozen me out of their lives. Insecure female bosses have also barred me from promotions at work."
She defends her case by citing Marisa Peer, author of self-help guide Ultimate Confidence, who claims that women are notorious for measuring "themselves against each other by their looks rather than achievements — and it can make the lives of the good-looking very difficult."
Be that as it may, it's hard to hate a really nice person. I know some attractive people with hearts of gold who don't obsess about their attractiveness. Unlike Brick, they aren't lacking for girlfriends.
While Brick admitted that her good looks have opened as many doors as they have slammed shut, she wasn't above using her sex appeal to get a leg up in her career.
It's hard to quite believe Brick when she says, at 41, that she is welcoming of" the wrinkles and the grey hair that will help me blend into the background." She hopes the sisterhood will be more accepting of her once her looks fade. I'm not so sure.
Is attractiveness a blessing or a curse, or a bit of both?
Ew ew and ew. It's National Gross-Out Week. First there was the grim tale of the Starbuck's Beetle, now this.
Imagine it's your time of the month. The despised Aunt Rose is in town (why can't she stay away?) and your crouched over, cramping, only to pull out a tampon and discover... that it's full of mold.
Sadly not the stuff of urban legend or April Fool's Day pranks gone amok.
A blogger named Danielle wrote about her black discovery in a brand-new box of Kotex. Like all good dutiful bloggers, she uploaded pictures on her site and sent off a prompt WTF letter to Kotex manufacturers, Kimberly Clark.
Scarier still, Kimberly's response was little more than a brush-off. To add insult to moldy injury, it offered her a coupon for -- you guessed it -- more Kotex tampons. They went on to explain the source of the "distressing" growth:
"[We] have found the mold to be a common environmental species that carries no health risk. The vegetative mold is similar in nature to mold on vegetables or in baked goods."
Needless to say, alarm bells (rightly) rang out to Danielle who, judging by the company's glib reply, figured her moldy tampons weren't the first in the history of Kotex. And judging by the haste with which Kimberly snuffed out any attempts to have the moldy tampons independently laboratory tested, it doesn't look like it will be the last, either.
Ever experienced this or other deeply disturbing issues with your (un)sanitary supplies? Spill it.