Imágenes con pequeños comentarios sobre lo que estuvieron haciendo los artistas en la semana:

Alessandra Ambrosio extravagante en el Victorias Secrets Fashion Show

El gapísimo Alexander Skaarsgard en la gala para los hombres del año de la revista GQ

Mi novio el "Zorro plateado" saliendo del gimnasio

Anderson Cooper más arregladito, en laga de los premios "Heroes CNN"

La flacucha, y algo aguadita, Ashley Tisdale tomando el sol

Brads Pitt, cada vez más feo, en el aeropuerto de LA

Los aburridos Chad Michael Murray su prometida Kenzie Dalton, de compras en California

Que guapo Cory Monteith! El actor de "Glee" iba por un cafesito

Muy elegante Dowie Houser en la gala de los premios "Héroes de CNN"

Jared Followill y su hermano Calebde los Kings of Leon fueron al Victorias Secrets porque, como rockstar que son, salen con modelos

Eva Mendes se ve bien cuando se arregla. Aqui en los premios CNN

Familia feliz: Megan fox, Brian Austin Green y hijo del actor en LA

Fergie en el Victorias Secrets. Concéntrense en el cuerpo, traten de no verle la cara

No es un Victorias Secrets sin Heidi Klum

Jlo practicando para los "AMAS", que por cierto no le salió bien ese pasito

Jude Law y su bolsa caminando a su depa, por cierto el loco no soporta que sus vecinos lo espíen y les avienta naranjas

Julia Roberts, miserable como siempre, ni porque puede presumirno su ipod nano

Marisa Miller en el Victorias Scretes, con un bra de 3 millones de dlls

Matthew ha de hacer ejercicio hasta cuando va al baño

Megan Fox en el NY Times, mostrándonos como ejercita su chocha

Minka kelly y su novio, el candente beisbolista Derek Jeeter, disfrutando de la playita

Vemos desnuda a Miranda Kerr, más veces que su novio Orlando

No imprta Eva, vean que candente el hombre de atrás

Posh y sus hijos fueron por yogurt, claro que ella no comío

Sam Worthington nombrado "hombre del año" por GQ Australia

Hermosa y con estilo Suri Cruise

Suri se acordó que sus calzones no combinan con sus tacones

Hello, hello, hello!  Or in the words of Ann Curry, “Good morning, good morning, everybody, in the news this morning, good morning.”  Oh what the heck, I’ll just let her say it.

Gets me every time.

So as some of you guessed, my prolonged absence was actually due to a misguided and ill-conceived attempt to grow a mullet like Tom Brady.  Now David Beckham is getting in on the weird mullet act.  Should such a beautiful man get a roadkill haircut?  And again, like Tom Brady and his lady, isn’t David Beckham like, married to Victoria Beckham, aka Posh Spice, aka Skinny McPencil?

It may seem like I’m digressing.  I’m not.  Posh, who likes to be called Victoria, (it’s a compliment, she says… How is your name a compliment, unless your name is Damnyouresexy Jones?) recently said in an interview that she won’t lie–she eats lots of salads.  ”Salad.  I’m not going to lie.  I’m not one of those people that says “Oh, I eat hamburgers.”

And the sick thing is, I’m so glad she said that.  I never thought that she ate anything other than salad, except for maybe the occasional kilo of cocaine (jk, no one can pry the cocaine shipments from Kate Moss’s kung-fu grip), but I’m just glad that she finally publicly said something honest.  This helps take away the stigma from women in this country who DO eat hamburgers (guilty!) that we’re somehow inherently flawed because we can’t seem to look like Victoria Beckham.  I do like Victoria Beckham, because she let her son wear his astronaut suit out in public, because she seems to love her children and her husband, and because she’s not shoveling loads of bull at the average American.  For that, Victoria, (can I call you Vicky?) I am grateful.

Now enough about boring, skinny famous people.  Let’s talk about me!  I have been noticeably absent for the past five or so days.  Honestly I was working like a crazy person trying to get something ready for tomorrow.  Of course, I’ve wanted to blog so badly the whole time that I’m staying up way too late tonight as a trade off, but no matter.  Back in college I’d never go to sleep before 3am.  I was so nocturnal I thought I’d begun to grow a marsupial pouch.  (In reality I was just getting another fat roll on my stomach.  I blame Taco Bell for being open til 2am or later.)

During my absence, I did not let you down, dear readers.  I stayed within my calories and tracked them compulsively.

One thing that I really must work on is eating regularly.  I eat breakfast every day, because as reader Christine mentioned on her blog the other day, eating breakfast kickstarts the metabolism.  Now I’ll be honest.  There’s lots of dietary information out there that I think is total crap, but I’m a big believer in the metabolism.

Thyroid issues aside, I don’t think that some people are born with a fast one or a slow one.  I think we train ourselves into one end of the spectrum.  For instance, in high school I “ran track.”  (Translation: I did shot-put and discus on the condition that I never, ever had to run in practice–a condition to which the coach agreed because I held the county records and he needed the meet points.  Despite the common assumptions, shot-putters are not all Helga and Thor.  It’s all about technique, really.)  My friends were some of the distance runners.  Not surprisingly, they were very, very thin.  In the off season they ran cross-country.  In their spare time, they ran around their neighborhoods.  Meanwhile I was sunning myself in the backyard and biting individual grapes from a bunch I dangled from my hand.

It is my opinion that, (and I am by no means a doctor–I don’t even play one on the internet–so feel free to ignore this non-medical advice), a slow metabolism lives in a body that moves less, and a fast metabolism lives in a body that moves more.

The metabolism is what allows a bear to hibernate for months and wake up thinner but healthy.  His metabolism slows to a crawl and he stores all his fat.  His body works very efficiently on little energy.

That’s the same thing we do when we skip breakfast!  We send the bear into hibernation and our bodies start conserving fuel (FAT) because there’s no new supply.

Think about the first people on this planet.  I’m of the they-were-put-here persuasion, but you might be of the they-evolved-from-sea-monkies persuasion.  Either way, they didn’t have it easy.  They basically walked around (which is why walking is so important to a healthy lifestyle) looking for food, ate when they found it, went hungry when the didn’t.  That’s why our bodies can work much like a bear’s.  We were built for such occasional periods of hunger.  It’s not a flaw that we gain weight, it’s part of the intricate design of the human body.  This was all worked out long before Glen Bell ever dreamed of opening the first Taco Bell.  And even longer before someone realized that a drive thru meant never even having to stand up to get your food.

So the moral of the story is eat your breakfast.  Otherwise you’re just making weight loss harder.

In other news, I have a puncture wound on my right pinkie where the dog bit me when I was trying to take away a pecan tree branch that she wanted to bring inside and chew into sawdust.  I was very concerned about this at first, but then I realized that I’d be really ticked off if someone tried to take away my 7 Layer Burrito, and then I kinda see where she’s coming from.  However, that’s no excuse.  So I’m going to work on enforcing the rules with her more.  It’s been hard because I’ve been so busy, but she’ll be happier if she’s not biting me and getting a subsequent spanking.  The Ranch is a mess too, and the Mothership is coming to visit tomorrow, so I’ve got to get cleaning as soon as asap.  (My best friend used to say that.)

I promise I’ll try to keep updating regularly.  I’m also thinking progress photos once a week.  I know I said that earlier, so now I’m going to make good on it.

Today I ate:

-Breakfast-

Grits –130

1 T. butter –100

-Supper- (chicken soup)

chicken breast –220

1 small russet potato –59

rotini –239

rice–180

water

garlic

Calories remaining: 790 (TOO MANY!)

Should I buy some Nutella for situations like this, when I have almost 800 calories left?  I think I just might…

Oh and by the way, I had my “I feel skinnier” moment this morning!  I’ll tell more tomorrow afternoon or night.

Goodnight!

Mindy Knows passed along some scripture that informs my Facebook “Religion: What Would Posh Spice Do?”

Pajamas or…?

I tend to wear nothing, but David bought me these little sets from Agent Provocateur, his favorite store.

Agent Provocateur is Becks’ favorite store? I die!

Heels or flats?

I beyond hate ballerina flats – I can’t even walk in them. Unless they’re on a ballet dancer doing ballet, I just don’t get it.

COULD NOT AGREE MORE. I have a number of friends who love ballet flats,* but seriously, I own ballet flats for ballet dancing. I don’t want to damage my arches. Nor do I want to soak my feet should it be cloudy with a chance of meatballs. Sneakers or stilettos, real shoes, people. REAL. SHOES.

Sex or sleep?

Sex. I’m getting into bed with David Beckham every night, so, you know, there’d be something wrong if I said “sleep.”

Well look at that, Posh just made me die again.

Via Perez Hilton: Posh Isn’t Into Hamburgers.

* Hi Miss Robot! Miss you!

There used to be a smell I identified with Madrid- a vaguely unpleasant, smothering smell that made me happy. There were many years, after my intial sojourn in the late eighties, when I returned only sporadically to the city, to touch base, and to watch it shape-shifting, coping with change after change. But the smell stayed the same. It was the smell of the underground. As you descended the steps into the mouth of the metro the odour would waft up into your face: a kind of hot drainy smell reminiscent of bad plumbing, heat, and mysterious urban filth. I loved it. As soon as my nostrils filled with this hot, noxious metro-breath, I knew I was back in Madrid.

Now the smell of the metro is gone, there is ventillation and good plumbing, and there are armies of cleaners keeping the place hygeinic. Like the city, the underground has cleaned up its act. Madrid has de-toxed from the inside, undergone a kind of colonic irrigation. But things on the surface are not quite so clean and orderly. There is a new odour in the air, one which you can find on street corners, down little alleyways, next to Municipal flower pots, lamp-posts, in doorways and the stairwells leading down to the metro. I am not talking about the ubiquitous smell of cigarette smoke, I am talking about the smell of pee.

Free-style pissing seems to have become a city sport, so I can absolutely see why it appears in the Lavapies Olympics shortlist. People here- oh all right, men here (you don’t see many women dropping their knickers and squatting) have no problem whipping it out and marking the neighbourhood as their territory. Madrileños are known as ‘gatos’ (cats) so I suppose they are only behaving true to form, like stinky, strutting tomcats. Next time some pisshead who has come down to Lavapies from his clean, crime-free, safe, tidy middle-class barrio (neighbourhood) and decides to piss outside my front door, I will be very tempted to ask ‘Excuse me young man, would you do that at home?’ I would be tempted to believe that all this street weeing is a symbolic symptom of the locals not having a pot to piss in, but generally it isn’t the locals, whatever nationality. We live here, we don’t piss on our own doorstep.

So free-style pissing got my vote as one of the top sports in the Lavapies Olympics. The Incredible Ponce agrees with me in part, as he has been known to say things like ‘Ah, the smell of Spain- garlic… and sometimes piss. And deep fried food. No hang on, deep fried air, that’s the smell of Spain for me. Deep fried air.’ Like Posh Spice he has no qualms about expressing his distate, but he has a valid excuse, he’s Italian. Incidentally, I was told that after Mrs Beckham’s infamous ‘it smells of garlic here’ gaffe, she found it very difficult to order food in many of the city’s top restaurants. According to rumour, each dish she requested, waiters and waitresses would advise her very politely ‘I’m terribly sorry, Madam, but I don’t think you would like that dish. It is prepared with garlic.’ The charade continued often right through the menu, racked up to ridiculous proportions, so that she couldn’t even order a simple salad or dessert without being warned that it contained garlic.

So there you have it, the smell of new Madrid- for some it’s pee, for others it’s garlic, or fatty fried food. Lavapies, like a Third World enclave, is an oasis of gritty, unadulterated smells. Of course, statistically you are bound to come up with some good pongs as well as bad. Between my house and the plaza, for example, in just half a block, I regularly smell Turkish kebabs from the Kurdish cafe with its service window onto the street, incense from the Egyptian bazaar, Lebanese food and shisha smoke, the heavy sweet cologne of pomaded arabs and Indians, Patchouli oil trailing from some urban hippy, the fresh sharp sting of the desert air with a hint of mountains, traffic fumes, the rich stink of rubbish bins not cleaned out properly, flowers from window-boxes, the occasional overpowering stench of good weed, and of course, fresh and not so fresh pee.

Das Cover der neuen Harper ’s Bazaar Ausgabe ist wirklich toll. Die Szenerie, die Ausleuchtung, das Kleid und natürlich das Model. Viktoria Beckham ist ein Kamera-Profi und doch war dieses Mal alles anders; denn es wurde nicht retuschiert. “In 20 Jahren möchte ich diese Bilder anschauen und sagen können, wie toll ich nach drei Kindern aussah”, so Mrs. Beckham. Aber bevor alle anderen Mütter sich jetzt aus Verzweiflung noch einen Cappuccino mit extra Schaum und ein Lebküchlein gönnen, seien wir doch mal ehrlich. Jemand, der aussieht wie ein Magermodel mit Plastikmelonen(Push-Posh wäre doch der passende Name?) und auch sonst den Schönheitschirurgen sicherlich das eine oder andere Dollarchen hat zukommen lassen, kann sich dann natürlich auch Botox-, äh Faltenfrei präsentieren.

And I’m jeals she’s got my Louis Vuitton s/s 2010 messenger. So JEALS.

It may be fall with trees shedding leaves and flowers drooping but it looks like Vics has had some serious growth.  Gone is her tragic pixie look and in its place, we have a loose, edgy new bob.  Perfect for the mom who has a 30k Birkin tucked under her floor seats.

Ana Maria Braga é uma mulher moderna. Chique, inteligente, bem informada sobre a fauna brasileira [vide arquivo do blog] e para completar as características que complementam esse EXEMPLO de mulher contemporânea só faltava ter cabelo estiloso. Ou não:

Agora, deixa a água oxigenada mais uns 10 minutinhos no cabelo dela, capricha no pó e repuxa no bisturi:

“Mais Você” adquirindo as tendências. #FAIL

Agora sim ela parece um ser humano de verdade pra mim,

Devia manter esse cabelo forever. Eu não aguentava aquele cabelo sem nenhum fio fora do lugar, gente!

E ela tá até menos laranja, né?

Una familia que sabe de la importancia de un buen corte de pelo

Los Beckahm salieron todos juntos,  incluyendo hijos,  a ver un partido de basket, y “Posh spice” aprovechó que estarían todos en un lugar público para estrenar su nuevo look. Años tenía Victoria con un corte lizo y asimétrico, y ahora cambió por un cabello con más curvas y que realmente se le ve espectacular. Por su parte David Beckham se ve super candente con esa barba, como pilón les dejamos una foto donde se está estirando antes de un partido de soccer.

Poche-Posh a une nouvelle moppe. C’est cute. Pour quelqu’un qui vient d’une autre galaxie, je veux dire, c’est assez sexay.

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Halloween was tons of fun, if a little subdued. Yours truly and the Zoologists recruited a couple of girls and went out on the town as the Spice Girls. While researching our costumes, we ran across this gem. This was made a little before Ginger Spice (never trust a ginger kid) left the band, which forms the running theory why this video is made sans actual Spice Girls. I think this wins the “Most Fucked Up and Written-While-On-Acid Music Video Concept” award. Whatever, the Spice Girls were awesome and the 90s is probably the greatest decade in the history of mankind. Enjoy!

Rock [out to 90s girl band pop] on.

-L

Posh is “Freshly” posing on the cover of UK’s Harper’s Bazaar.

The United Kingdom got down on its knees to her. Walking down the street, going into the shops, listening to the radio, reading newspapers and magazines, watching TV, looking on the internet, you can’t miss her  : Cheryl Cole is everywhere and definitely became the new National Treasure. So when the most beautiful Girls Aloud’s member announced her plan to take a brief break to embark on a solo outing, we had great expectations towards her first album “3 words”.  Now is the moment of truth! Is Cheryl’s album as good as expected or is it a repeat of Posh Spice’s r’n’b horror?

Before we even begin, we have to contextualize the release of this album, especially as things have changed a lot for Cheryl Cole. In January 2008, the pop star was humiliated in the Sun due to her husband’s alleged adultery. But, a few tears later, Cheryl Cole kept her head up, reconciled with her husband,  became a judge on Britain’s biggest show on TV – the X Factor –  ; and eventually gets the Media’s adoration  to such a point that she is now probably the most cherished celebrity in Great Britain since Princess Diana’s death. And we have all the reasons to think that these difficult times Cheryl has gone through are the key to understand the theme of her album: “When you want something, if you fight then you’ll get it.”

          As the songs go by, Cheryl explores the different sides of Love which indefinitely fluctuates between Happiness and Heartaches; however she eventually gives us an optimist message with her hit “Fight for This Love”. Love is pain…Love is the key; to sum up Cheryl’s final idea , we would say that “Although Love can be painful, it’s required to be happy so you have to do anything possible to keep it running when it’s worthwhile. Positive aspects always prevail over bad effects” .This album actually sounds like Cheryl’s confidence about her self-experience and the recent love troubles she managed to overcome. That’s why it’s so girly and romantic.

          For the release of this “3 Words”, Cheryl Cole worked with Black Eyed Peas’ international star Will.i.am who produced and featured half of the tracks. Thus, we can hear the new trendy Black Eyed Peas’s musical orientation which sounds really contemporary by mixing R’n’Bish and dance influences. This can be catchy as it can be really cheap, and we have to admit that most of the time, it sounds like old demos. This is really THE disappointment of the album. To say the truth Wayne Wilkins, Steve Kipner and Syience‘s produced tracks are much better.

          The album starts off with “3 Words” which introduces us to a Love celebration anthem. As everyone can guess, the 3 words Cheryl is talking about are “I Love you”, but to say the truth, this song doesn’t sound like a love tune at all or it may be about a withering love since it is really dull and annoying. It’s a decent electro-pop tune you can listen in autumn, when you re depressed but it really lacks of substance to show you how exciting Love is actually. The guitars, the bass, voices never really build up and eventually sound monotonous. Thank God, Cheryl makes up for her first mistake and shows everyone she is able to talk about love without wearying her listeners. Indeed “Parachute” is a memorable r’n’b love song with its military percussions and its sweet choruses. Cheryl is evoking a secret love so brilliantly that we actually wish we could fall in love again. “Baby if I got you, I don’t need a parachute” What a loving metaphor to attest that love is what keeps human being so happy! It’s so nicely narrated that we really want to believe in.

          “Heaven” bears out this conception of love as it’s another enjoyable electro tune. This time, Will.i.am doesn’t make it sound bad nor annoying. But the strongest point is undeniably Cheryl’s sugar voice which attests that happiness can be reached on Earth thanks to Love. “I get a glimpse of heaven for every time I feel your lovin” We can really feel how this sentence is true when we are in love. It may sound quite immature, but I think that when you fall in love, it’s like your second childhood so we mustn’t blame Cheryl for such a thing. It just proves its genuineness. Unfortunately, Cheryl Cole sometimes goes too far when she’s talking about love, so that she falls in stereotypes – lyrically and musically speaking – as “Happy Hour” shows…Despite a pleasant message, this track is really a shame. The melody sounds cheap – like a bad 90’s r’n’b tune- and the ridiculous love analogies don’t help at all. Cheryl Cole vocals are easily getting irritating as they are so simpleton. Someone should have told her that the metaphor of love & alcohol is really outdated! Anyway, we are not surprised to learn that Will.i.am produced this track.

          “A Boy like you” isn’t much better than the previous song and it even emphasizes how weak Cheryl’s vocals are. Of course, the instrumental still sounds really outmoded, a bit like an old demo. Our favourite X Factor judge continues to tell that love is required to be happy, but it’s getting annoying, even when you are truly in love so what will happen then?

          Then, Cheryl managed once more to outshine our disappointment thanks to a beautiful ballad “Don’t Talk About This Love”. In that song, Cheryl stops deceiving us about Love and refers to its double-edged side. “Love is brutal, My Heart is fragile”. Although True Love shows that Heaven exists on Earth, it can hurt you and make you really upset. And we can feel this dimension thanks to Cheryl’s delicate and sweet voice. However, as we can notice, her vocals are sweeter than really fragile, so that it shows that happiness Love brings to us actually prevails over punctual sad moments.

This first part of opus we’ve been through is a way for Cheryl Cole to praise Love which is the most beautiful feeling a human being is able to feel. Nevertheless, as “don’t talk about This Love” conveys, Love also brings its misfortunes to each of us.

          In “3 words”, Cheryl Cole also mentions her heartaches and shows us the other side of Love: Pain. “Rain on me” is obviously the most significant song about this theme, about the way Love can turn out and make suffer a person.  It’s a stunning ballad which suits Cheryl Voice more than anyone else, as the chorus proves it to us. Cheryl can actually sing and that’s not her irresistible “Rain on meee” that will refute my thoughts. I have to admit that the first time I listened to it, I found it really bad due to its mediocre synthesized melody, but it grew on me and got stuck on my head due to Cheryl’s singing which is full of emotions.

           As far as “Make me Cry” is concerned, it’s really a bad outdated R’n’B song. Guess who produced it? Will.i.am! This tune unsurprisingly lacks of substance and catchiness. But we can find it an asset: it hurts our ears so badly that we can realize how pain love can be. We don’t have to be so upset: Nobody is perfect and Cheryl Cole can make mistakes – especially when she chooses her producers-. As you guess, “Heartbreaker” is also about heartaches but I won’t enlarge on that song since –one it’s uninteresting and doesn’t add something new, two – after such a disappointment about Will.i.am,  we shouldn’t take our chance again , – and three Cheryl Cole only sings 30 seconds of it so I even wonder why it’s on her album.

          Nevertheless, although Love can be pain, it really worth having since it brings to us happiness so, according to Cheryl, we have to fight to get it and to keep it running. It’s our only opportunity to be really happy, so we mustn’t waste it. I think this is the key message of this album and our favorite singer refers to it with her two best songs: “Stand Up” and “Fight For This Love”. The first one is a great electro/dance upbeat song about the way to get love:  If you want it, you have to stand up and catch it. At least, I think that’s what this intoxicating chorus implies: “’Cause I came here to dance I’m gonna put up my hands and stand up – stand up ».

           At last, “Fight for This Love” shines above the rest. In fact, this is a treasure among Cheryl’s casket. Its message is really powerful and we can feel that the military beats, its gorgeous chorus and Cheryl’s unique voice is totally proper to render it. There are actually no words to describe how good and intense it is. When we listen to it, we immediately want to believe in love and to fight for it; maybe because it’s like a shout which comes from Cheryl Cole’s heart.

          To conclude, we will say that this debut album doesn’t completely meet our expectations. But this is Cheryl Cole we’re talking about and this is our new obsession, so we can’t be as objective as we’d like to. Anyway, we have to admit that Cheryl did a decent job since she confided in us, talking about love as anyone did. When we listen to this album, it grows on us and we eventually want to meet love again, and that’s the reason why I think that our favorite Girls Aloud girl achieved her goal. So, in order to finish this review about this album, I’ll add only 3 words: Cheryl is Gorgeous.

Here is her first single music video :

Looks like Balloon-boy’s family wants to be famous.

Madonna’s making enemies.

Did Nicole Richie tie the knot??

Let’s talk about credit card debt.

Spotted: Posh Spice on Gossip Girl!

This must be the son of Superman.

You’ve spoken, I’ve listened. Here are 5 things that you readers think girls should never wear.

Men’s Underwear: Girls, you have your own underwear for a reason. You get your frills and your colours and your lace and entire fricken’ stores to keeping your vagina covered. Why some of you do not utilize these stores is beyond me, but that is another story for another day. Ladies, you should never be caught in a a pair of mens underwear, unless it is your guy’s and it is in your house. Guys underwear is made for their junk and to hold and protect it properly. You don’t have junk so don’t be wearing mens underwear. That’s just gross. If you’ve got junk and you’re a girl, you’ve gotta get something checked out.

A former JSTB female Intern

White Pants: I see these atrocities everywhere. White pants are not in and never will be. Every time you wear them, you run the risk of your period blood or any other kind of stain showing up on them. And no one wants to see that. Frankly no one wants to see you in your white pants anyways. Be normal. Wear blue jeans, or black jeans, or even brown and tan, but heaven forbid white. Didn’t anyone tell you it’s illegal to wear white after labour day?  If a fashion jail existed you would be thrown in it.Repeat Offender

Uggs: Oh boo hoo, your feet are cold. Don’t put on your Uggs, get some socks. Preferably wool. I know you’re going to say “But my Uggs are legit.” Yeah and Miley Cyrus is a virgin. And you might even complain that your legs are cold too, because shoes just don’t come up high enough. But it’s not your shoes that are the problem, it’s the fact that you’re not wearing any pants, and you just have your tights tucked into your boots. Hideous. If you want your feet to be warm, go shear some sheep, get two cereal boxes, put the wool in there, and then walk around. Problem solved.

Mini Skirts (Fat Girls Only): This one is pretty self-explanatory. If you’re fat don’t wear miniskirts. No one thinks that’s hot, not even your boyfriend. He’s lying to you if he says different because he’s just using you for sex. Ever wonder why he insists you put a paper bag over your head?

OH man. White mini skirt and Uggs. Triple offender!!

Overalls: Did you just get back from the farm? Or working with the environment? No? Then take your overalls off. You look like a hick.

Photos by Brain

burden…

Need a little spice in your life? Consider your craving fulfilled now that talks of a second Spice Girls reunion are surfacing.

According to Britain’s The Sun, all five members — Melanie Chisholm, Melanie Brown, Geri Halliwell, Emma Bunton and Victoria Beckham — have been discussing the possibilities of a doing follow-up tour to their successful 2007 trek Return of the Spice Girls.

But, not every Spice is keen on being added to the mix just yet.

The tabloid reports that both Beckham and Bunton are being “cautious” to commit because of the rigorous touring schedule and it’s effect on their families. L.A.-based Beckham is the mother of three (and only three!) while Bunton gave birth to her first bundle of joy, a boy named Beau, in August 2007.

C’mon and do it girls! Say you’ll be there!

Regardless of any doubts the girls may have a source said, “Both the Mels and Geri are the driving force behind making it happen… [and] this time next year at least four of the five girls will be back on stage doing the Spice material again.”

What do you think? Are you excited at the prospect of more Spice-mania? Vote below:

Why isn’t anyone doing an intervention with this woman?  It is clear to me that she may have an eating disorder.  Just take a look at these pictures which were snapped of Posh this week in London. 

Uh, that bony back frightens me even more than her back tatoo.  Posh is 35-year-old woman and has the body of a sixth grade girl in my opinion. 

This former Spice Girl was in London celebrating the 25 Years of London Fashion Week.  Posh, there is nothing fashionable about having a possible eating disorder.  Showing off this thin of a body just scares people.  I’m thinking you’d be more comfortable walking along the Ghosts and Gas Lamps Tour that begins in Trafalgar Square most nights.  Thin, pale and sickly looking people never should wear white after 6pm.   

I’m frightened by this pics, and even more frightened by reports that she is working out up to five times per day, trying to lose excess skin.  Hello, can you see she is looking more and more like Skeletor (Well, at least in the face) every day?

 FYI – Back in the 1920’s, the definition of Posh was - Interjection  (used as an exclamation of contempt or disgust.)  I see this meaning making a comeback soon after getting a look at these pics.

People, even though I am making some jokes here, I truly believe that woman as skinny as Mrs. Beckham are not attractive.  To me, a woman should have curves and look healthy, and have a body.  Even though I was a size three/four back in the old days, it was only because I was starving due to poverty as I grew up on welfare.  I hid my body under baggy clothing because it embarrassed me to show it off.  I realize some people are naturally skinny, and some natrually not skinny, and I’m not criticizing those who do have trouble gaining or losing weight.  I’m just saying I’ve seen old pics of Posh and can see how much better she looked with more weight on her frame.  I just personally feel a size six is the skinnest a person should ever go.  What do you think?  What is your ideal of beauty? 

Here are some pics of the celebrities I feel that have great womanly bodies who look truly Posh.

Christina Hendricks from Mad Men

Monica Belluci from The Matrix

Jennifer Lopez as in JLo!!!

Although she learned to wear a short dress for a very long time, Victoria Beckham didn’t quite learned how to get off the car when wearing a short dress without showing those arround what underwear is she wearring.
The most recent episode of this kind occurred in London just before the former Posh Spice to participate in a public event.