Because I'm off to Raleigh, North Carolina to cover the NHL All-Star Weekend ... And I get to be a star, since all of the puck-bunnies will indubitably treat me like a star ... in hopes that I can connect them to an actual star - an NHL All-Star. Yup, interviewing some of the biggest names in the game. (Of course, you'll get to see the videos.) So, there won't be any new posts for about a week. But, don't fret, there's - give or take - a bazillion articles (and even super-duperlicious recipes) for you to check out while I'm away. Now read up! There may be a quiz when I get back.
P.S. Don't forget to join the Fodder-Free February Movement!
Update: We interviewed all the big-name NHLers at All-Star Weekend.Here are the exclusive videos, with more added daily.
My name is Dahlia Kurtz and I have a Snooki-Paris-Kardashian problem.
What does this mean? Well, in layman terms, it means I have a crappy problem. I just can’t stop talking and writing about these human phosphates: fillers full of fillers, void of substance, whose final outcome serves mainly to increase bacterial growth.
You see, last week, when Snooki became a New York Times bestseller, I realized something – I actually aspire to be like her. It scared the Snook right out of me.
But it is Washington Post columnist Dana Milbank whom I have to thank for inspiring me to finally acknowledge and deal with this issue, in perhaps the best way possible.
I found the 2011 Golden Globe Awards highly offensive, and I'm not just talking about Natalie Portman's dress.
Honestly, I have only myself to blame for this. Why did I have to watch? At least I came to my senses about an hour in, when I turned the channel. (Thank you, Weather Network.)
Still, even though I didn’t watch the full four-hour telecast, I watched a couple hours of the pre-show – practically a week in Hollywood years.
I should have learned my lesson last year, after taking in sub-idiotic red carpet exchanges, including:
It is surprising that Cosmo never runs out of ideas for non-stories. So, it isn’t surprising that I’m about to follow the magazine’s lead, since I have no idea what to write about today.
“Your 2011 Get Gorgeous Guide.”
“Is Side Boob The New Sexy Cleavage?”
“What’s He Really Thinking The First Time You Have Sex.” (Wait. Thinking? Men can do more than one thing at once?)
If all these headlines were substantiated, don’t you think the world would have far more gorgeousified (well, now it’s a word), well-adjusted women who understand men and makeup? And maybe even a little less quadruple-boobed-wrong-bra-wearing women?
Perhaps even more elusive than the cure for the common cold, I have discovered the cure for homelessness. Not only that, but it will make a lot of people rich, and I’m not just talking about the homeless.
Face it, society does not like homeless people. They are sore-filled eyesores who waste space and sleep in waste. They’re dirty, stinky, and sometimes scary.
Walking portraits of our worst fears.
Toronto’s new mayor, Rob Ford, says, “We can’t leave people on the sidewalks freezing to death.”
No kidding. Have you ever tried to scrape frozen trash off your garbage bin in winter? Imagine how difficult it would be to get a frozen, dead homeless person off the sidewalk.
I thought the popularity contest ended years ago with high school. It hasn’t. Worse, it is back with a vengeance, in a worldwide forum.
That said, I also thought breakouts would end as I exited my teen years. But, clearly (or not) they still enter my life from time to time.
This new-age popularity contest however, is getting bigger and will widen the gap between the social media freaks and geeks. In this case, it’s the geeks who are the cool ones.
And as is the case, social media is dictating a new world order. For if Facebook is the world’s third largest country, then the Internet is its first.
Thus, the geeks shall inherit the Earth.