Topic: mother’s day

Cutegreggator: Animal Moms And Babies Will Make You Poop Your Pants From Cuteness

Cutegreggator: Animal Moms And Babies Will Make You Poop Your Pants From Cuteness

In honor of Mothers’ Day, we have compiled probably the most adorable collection of baby animals and their mommy animals that I have ever seen. My office-mates can attest to the fact that as soon as I did the preliminary search for “animal moms”, my first response was, “Oh my god, I’m gonna poop my pants.” Luckily for you, I didn’t. But there’s still time, as I plan on looking through this gallery approximately forty-eight more times. More »

Video: Mother’s Day Supercut

Video: Mother's Day Supercut

We’re a day late on this, but it’s too good not to post. Part tribute, part quote archive, it’s a collection of the sweetest, looniest, most soulless mothers in film and TV. I’ve probably seen two-thirds of the works mentioned here, but I can pick out Mean Girls, Mommie Dearest, Requiem for a Dream, Mamma Mia!, Stepmom, Back to the Future, Black Swan, Jerry Maguire, Knocked Up, Carrie, Freaky Friday, The Kids Are All Right, Grey Gardens, and that classic love letter to moms everywhere, Psycho. More »

Crushable Mother’s Day: First Ladies

Crushable Mother's Day: First Ladies

For Mother’s Day, we asked our moms to tell their favorite stories of celebrity encounters. My mom, Carol Tanzman, was a theater director in New York City in the 80s and 90s, where she had many a celeb sighting. Here’s her coolest one:

I went to see an off-off Broadway play being performed in a tiny theatre in Manhattan. There was a slight stir just before the lights went down. Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis slipped into the empty seat in front of me. She flung her coat over the back of her seat and it landed half in my lap. More »

Crushable Mother’s Day: Before They Were Famous

Crushable Mother's Day: Before They Were Famous

For Mother’s Day, we asked our moms to tell their favorite stories of celebrity encounters. First up is my lovely mom, Renée Zutter, who lived and worked in New York City in the 1980s and knew all the fun hotspots.

After college my group of girl friends were really missing the bar/restaurant we used to hang out at on campus [at Syracuse University]… our own personal Cheers if you will, where you could go any time of day or night and know someone (or at least recognize the regulars) and feel comfortable.

Soon after we moved to Manhattan our friend Jeff opened what would later become the first hip exercise studio, but at the time he was hurting for clients and hit us up to come once a week to take one of his classes. After sweating it up that first Thursday night we went across the street to a neighborhood bar/restaurant to eat and drink back all the calories we had just lost. This soon became a ritual, every Thursday night, same time, same place. Same people. More »

Am I Right, Ladies? Crap Only a Mother Could Love

Am I Right, Ladies? Crap Only a Mother Could Love

Who let the moms out? Who? Who? Boo. Hoo. Boohoo. Ah, if only it were called future mother’s day then I’d actually be excited about this Sunday, amirightladies? But since my womb remains in the army reserves (and not in the good way) and the IRS doesn’t recognize cats as children, let’s celebrate the women who got us in this mess in the first place.

Stumped about what to get the lady who made you, broke you and made you clean up the pieces? Fear not, plenty of advertisers found ways to magically transform every piece of retail into a mother’s day gift. With presents like these, maybe this year she won’t let her phone go straight to voicemail! More »