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Crushable Confessional: I Got Pixied

Crushable Confessional: I Got Pixied

It started with Breathless – the camera lingering lustily on the slender curve of Jean Seberg‘s neck below her close-cropped hair. Then Rosemary’s Baby, where all the devil infants and demonic sex in the world couldn’t take away from how freakin’ awesome Mia Farrow looked as she announced, “I’ve been to Vidal Sassoon!”

And then there was Emma Watson, who made headlines here and elsewhere this summer when she left behind her ten-year commitment to Harry-Pottering and her trademark long locks in one fell swoop.

Everywhere I looked, there it was.

The pixie cut.
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Crushable Confessional: I Can Has No More Cat Videos, Plz?

Crushable Confessional: I Can Has No More Cat Videos, Plz?

I have long resisted writing about cats. I fear the backlash, I fear the misinterpretation, I fear being viewed as a soulless animal-hater. But whatever, because, ew, cats.

I don’t know exactly what it is about cats that repels me: the concept of a kitty litter, or that screeching sound (I have never heard a cat make anything near a “meow” sound – so please, spare me), or the way they sneak up on you when you least expect it. All of it, really, just gives me the heebie jeebies.
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Crushable Confessional: I Keep A Pretty Full Bush

Crushable Confessional: I Keep A Pretty Full Bush

I remember the first time I tried to shave off all my pubic hair. It had just started growing, and I didn’t understand that it was supposed to be there yet, and I got razor burn. I think there was a part of me that wanted to prevent it from growing because that meant, you know, a lot of things in my body were going to change, and I wasn’t ready for that … Except for tits. I really wanted big tits. More »

Crushable Confessional: ‘You Have The Body Of A 12-Year-Old Boy.’ Seriously? FAIL.

Crushable Confessional: 'You Have The Body Of A 12-Year-Old Boy.' Seriously? FAIL.

You know the feeling. You’re sitting there, talking to a guy, and all of a sudden he inflicts a dig so harsh it takes you by complete surprise.

Happened to me, just last week: Some Billy Zane lookalike interrupted an otherwise pleasant conversation to ask, point blank, “Have you had any work done?” Shocked, I replied: “Do I LOOK like I’ve had any work done?” I point out the bump in my nose and A-minus cup, not that singling out such non-plastic evidence was necessary. Still, I was curious — such a random question. His response: “I love your body. You have the body of a 12-year-old boy.” More »

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