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    • Celebs: Big Fat Jared Leto

      We love to talk about how Renée Zellweger gained 30 pounds to play Bridget Jones, but as in all things Hollywood, anything girls can do, boys will do to the extreme. Hottie Jared Leto (okay, for reals? I've never really gotten the attraction) gained 70 pounds to portray Mark David Chapman, the guy who shot John Lennon outside of his apartment building, thus gaining entrance to the exclusive club of actors who have gained over 50 pounds specifically for a part in a movie. Who else has gone down the doughnut express?

      As for Mr. Leto, he looks a lot like the guy you call when you accidentally infect your work laptop with that virus that causes a bunch of porn popups whenever you open a browser. Except I bet that Jared doesn't smell vaguely of B.O. Of course, that's just conjecture.

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    • David Drummond's Pleasures of Past Times Bookshop

      David Drummond's Pleasures of Past Times bookshop (it's in a cobblestone alleyway between Tenderpixel Gallery and a store that claims to have "the widest range of portrait miniatures and snuff-boxes in all of Central London") can only be described as ... batty: If you are an aspiring young magician, a collector of Edwardian theater postcards, or a homesick time traveler from 1903, this is definitely the store for you. While I flipped through turn-of-the-century conjuring pamphlets and actress headshots, David Drummond regaled me with tales of how his ancient bookshop predecessor had been the delivery boy for Charles Dickens. True story. And lest ye think there's nothing beauty-related here, let me just say: Actresses of the 1910s were HOT. (And the scent of the place? Exactly that of D.L. & Company's musty, parchment-ey Ex Libris candle.)

      -Cristina Mueller, senior beauty editor

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    • A Confession: Vintage Brown Leather Lanvin Bag

      Sometimes I'll be surfing eBay and I'll see something, click on it, and love it so much that I become like a crazed drooling wolf. "OH MY GOD," growls my internal monologue, "THAT IS SO CUTE! I MUST FIGURE OUT A WAY TO OWN IT RIGHT NOW." Then I plot out my bidding strategy, visit often, and hope and pray that I win. What I do not do with these special, turn-me-into-a-wolf items, I must guiltily confess, is write about them. Which somehow seems really wrong, greedy, and not the correct behavior for a woman who has a daily blog about eBay. So, here it is, my truest pick of the day: a pristinely beautiful, unbelievably inexpensive vintage Lanvin bag.

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    • You Learn Something New Everyday

      Last night Nick gave the pizza delivery boy a very generous tip and as he walked back into the kitchen with the steaming hot goodness, he mumbled, "I don't want him to egg our house." Huh? "Well, that's what we used to do...." Huh? Nick proceeded to regale me with stories of his egging expertise (and we're not talking about on Halloween night) and then tell me about the time some kid's mom came outside and yelled for Nick and his buddies to get over here and Nick said...well, I can't print what Nick said. Let's just say my mouth dropped. He chuckled a little. I looked at him like I'd never met him.

      I knew that Nick wasn't exactly a Boy Scout growing up but somehow being reminded of this now that we have our own little boy, enraged me a bit. Granted I'm a tad naive--my sisters and I had a bit of a Brady Bunch existence as kids (minus the maid and the three brothers)--and I know the old adage "boys will be boys," but still...what possesses someone to deface someone else's

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    • Exercise: Crossing Over with CrossFit

      There's fit and then there's really fit and then there's insanely buff, crazy-assed fit. And at some point beyond that, there seems to be the platonic idealized state of physical perfection that is exemplified by the followers of CrossFit. Being billed as a kind of new physical religion, CrossFit members log on for their WODs, which read like my worst nightmare, and then post in the comments their total time. Because they don't take a break between each action. Let's check in for the instruction for Tuesday, March 25:

      Five rounds, each for time of:
      20 Pull-ups
      30 Push-ups
      40 Sit-ups
      50 Squats

      Rest precisely three minutes between each round.

      Actually, that doesn't sound SO crazy, does it?

      And if it stops you from making excuses, then that's a good thing, right? But then consider that you're expected (encouraged) to post your time in the comments section, so you're competing with the rest of the CrossFitters. And compare this to Read More »from Exercise: Crossing Over with CrossFit
    • Naked: Kids Yesterday and Today

      The first time I ever had sex, I had no idea what I was doing, no idea if I really wanted to be doing what I was doing, no idea where to put my hands, and if he had not pulled out the condom himself, I might not have insisted on it. I was shaky and insecure because of my body and all the myriad and varied issues I had with it and my self-esteem, because I was so scared that he would see through my bravado and realize I was a complete novice, because I had no answers either way.

      Sex Ed in high school showed me where the ovaries are, taught me about menstruation and the magic of the sperm and the beauty of the egg and the miracle of live birth, but didn't explain the mechanics or the means. How to get from here to there. If it's okay to be apprehensive, scared, clumsy and is it really okay to be doing this? I mean, really?

      My mom told me when a man and woman love each other very much, they get very close together. My best friend told me how to give a ----- (and it didn't involve

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    • Big and pointy, soft and pretty: Echium Fatuousum

      Last year Elysian Landscapes did a fantastic hillside garden - the client wanted it to be bold and tough, so I called upon one of my favorite hillside plants that is big and superbad, superbold, and supertough ... drumroll, please ... Echium fatuousum or (its evocative common name) Pride of Madeira.

      This plant makes me think about the dramatic coast of California, the rugged hillsides that just up from the sea ... in the spring, Echiums are dotting the hills, stretching those awesome spires toward the sky that is the exact shade of blue as the flowers. It is a lovely thing to see. I love being able to bring these plants into gardens, because they really take your breath away when they are in bloom.

      Out of bloom, the sage green leaves, long and pointy, make a lovely background for the summer bloomers that come up after the cerulean antlers of the Pride of Madeira have disappeared.

      I wish there was a dwarf version of this plant, because it is too big for many gardens. But

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    • This dirt is clean: Dirt candles

      DIRT takes candles from dirty to clean in one fell swoop. With 100% soy wax from organically grown soybeans: not only do they burn longer than their paraffin conventional counterpart, but don't emit noxious soot into the air. Coupled with aroma essential oil blends that are free from synthetic fillers or diluters (not to mention phthalates!), Dirt Candles snuffs the average flicker with unique and complex scents. I'm currently loving one of their newest additions, the Nitty Gritty, which contains organic soil, ripe tomatoes, fresh Mediterranean sage and hints of Malabar grass and celery seed. Doesn't sound like the ambiance you're looking for? Don't despair; you've got nineteen more amazing bouquets to choose from. Encapsulated in recycled glass and paper, Dirt delivers.

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    • Dove's Campaign for Real Beauty is Exchanged for Alicia Keys


      Remember how we all lauded Dove's Campaign for Real Beauty over the last few years, when we were all "You go, Dove!" when they kvetched about manipulated fashion images and the objectification of women? We thought it was a great campaign, but Dove has decided that maybe all that real beauty, the wrinkles and the curvy bits, the saggy skin and the proliferation of freckles, maybe that wasn't selling as much soap as they wanted. So now, instead of gorgeous nameless grandmothers and smile lines and little innocent girls that make your heart break, you're going to start seeing Alicia Keys in their ad, a woman who is already regularly lauded for her beauty by the industry. Smell ya later, nameless grandmother! The new ads will start showing up in commercial spots during MTV's insipid The Hills.

      Could it be that the entire campaign was just a gimmick to cause a big stir in the media? It certainly did that. Remember when that as----- in Chicago got offended by the image of a size 12 woman

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    • Body of Work: Conceptions and Mis-

      On the way into work this morning, E and I were talking about the club we got dragged to on Friday night--three floors of ladies with enormous, mostly naked breasts and thighs, shiny and juicy just like rotisserie chicken, and the frat boys in polo shirts who enjoy their fresh meat. "I was totally invisible!" I said. I had been wearing a three-quarter-length sleeved T-shirt and jeans and was showing so little skin I might as well have not even existed. It was cool, I told E. It was nice to just sit and watch the meat market and drink my drink and not be hassled.

      Whatever, E said. That guy in line wa----- ting on you. And then the guy on the dance floor was watching you shake your butt. And don't lie. You liked it.

      I kind of liked it, I said. I did. You'd be stupid not to at least sort of enjoy the fact that someone appreciate what you look like, right? But it also made me mad.

      Why? E said. Why should it make you mad?

      Well, I said. Let's say they weren't just crazy drunk and seeing

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