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Amazon.comMichael K.'s latest "Hot Slut of the Day" over at Dlisted is the mind-bogglingly weird Lady Elegance Hair Coloring Brush. WTF!? I don't know what's more bizarre: the idea of making a hairbrush that will excrete goo that will supposedly fetchingly dye your hair, or that people will actually buy a brush that purports to dye your hair in anything other than what surely must turn out to be a hot mess. You can buy it off Amazon for around $20, but why the heck would you want to do that? According to the product description, it "gives you perfect, at home hair color so you don't have to spend a fortune at the salon." Need further instructions? "Just fill this special brush with your color of choice, turn on and start coloring." Why do I feel that would have disastrous consequences? Also, it requires batteries. Unless you're going as Kate Gosselin forHalloween, I'm going to have to recommend a pass. [Dlisted]Posted By Susannah Breslin for The Frisky
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TwitterYou know how people say that being held accountable (to others, not just yourself, that is) actually helps weight loss? When you have to show up for a previously scheduled training appointment, you are way more apt to workout than if you just "try" to get to the gym every night. And when you head to, say, one of those Weight Watchers meetings, you are more likely to not overeat because once a week you have to face the music about your daily menus. Now, with the help of Twitter, some people are taking this accountability concept to the Nth degree-Tweet What You Eat, known to its users as twye, is the latest diet craze. The concept is simple: It's an online food diary where you log absolutely everything you eat and drink. All you have to do is set up an account (or log in if you're already on Twitter) and start tweeting away. The idea is that if you are forced to write down everything you put in your mouth, for all to see, you'll think twice about eating that second (or third) slice of

Last week, I had the pleasure of sipping Earl Grey at the Russian Tea Room while listening to Anna Post (Emily's great-great-granddaughter) and anthropologistGenevieve Bell discuss etiquette as it pertains to technology. The event was hosted by Intel, which just completed a study on tech etiquette that shows that people believe there are unspoken rules when it comes to technology use, but we haven't been able to agree on what those are.

Anna and Genevieve spoke to these differences in opinion, agreeing that we're in a transitional period. There's no clear-cut answer to the question, "Can I use my phone in the bathroom? just yet. Mobile devices and programs, like Facebook and Twitter, are still relatively new, and society needs a little more time to figure out how to be polite about using them. But Anna did share some advice. ...

"Whenever two people come together and their behavior affects one another, you have etiquette," Anna said. I thought this was an interesting new

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Victoria's Secret model Alessandra Ambrosia walked in the VS fashion show four months after giving birth to her first child. And she looked the sort of good that inspires teenage boys everywhere to steal mommy's catalog for, well, personal use. Given that most women complain endlessly about the difficulty of losing baby weight coupled with the fact that Ambrosia is clearly already genetically blessed, her claim that all she did was yoga once a week was a bit painful to hear.

Well, women everywhere are now vindicated: Ambrosia has fessed up to actually doing some work to get back into ridiculous shape. Not only did she tell People.com that she had to do a lot of cardio to shed the jiggle, she also admitted that she stuck to a very healthy meal plan that included "like no sugar, no bread" after her daughter Anja Louise was born in August '08. Once-a-week yoga, my ass! We know it's not nice to delight in someone else's dieting, but come on, she had this one coming. [People]--Lily

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Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist Robin Givhan is no dummy, so she must've anticipated the article she wrote for the Washington Post this weekend was bound to generate some controversy. She's added her two-cents to the fashion world's skinny model debate drama by essentially saying we love to hate on twiggy ladies because we're filled with self-loathing for our own fat asses.

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Ask almost any childless women in her 30s to name five things that have been on her mind lately, and there's a good chance she'll mention her biological clock. It may not be the first thing she names - her career, the economy, saving for a house, her parents' health, the health of her relationship, finishing her dissertation, fitting back into her skinny jeans, and finding someone to share her life with may be getting more of her attention; but for a vast majority of us, the idea of having kids is something we think about nearly as much, if not more, than almost everything else. After all, our biological clocks and the issues of when, whether, and how long we have left to procreate determine so many other variables in our life. And for those of us who wait until our 30s - a quickly growing number of us these days - it's a decision we face when the stakes are especially high.

One friend of mine, Amy*, has been married for several years and has big, blow-out arguments with her husband

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Let's get one thing straight: I am not an "exercise person." In fact, if I was dating some smart, hilarious, darling and hot dude who was otherwise perfect but had a penchant for enthusing about his early morning gym regimen, I probably wouldn't call him again. Overtly healthy people annoy me, maybe because they have an irksome way of making me feel guilty that my favorite leisure activities involve a glass of wine and a Parliament Light. OK, OK, I wasn't always exactly a lazy slouch: I was a serious ballet dancer until the age of 18, and I ran and practiced some yoga in college. But since moving to New York almost a decade ago, let's just say my workout history can best be summed up as "slightly cloudy with a chance of pizza."

So how the hell did I become the kind of person who is highly optimistic about doing one of those disturbing-sounding hot yoga for 30 days challenges?

When it comes to realizing that you should actually do more physical activity than lift a cigarette

iStockphotoHere's an interesting dilemma some of you may have experienced before: What do you do when you find yourself in a surprise make-out session and happen to be wearing the modern-day chastity belt known as Spanx? For Salon writer, Sarah Hepola, the answer is to fess up the moment his hand gets close to home. "If I'd known we were gonna make out," she uttered to her newest - and unexpected - paramour this past Friday, as his hand edged closer to the "unmistakable elastic roadblock," "I so totally would not have worn Spanx." Oops! But what she discovered while wearing the unfortunate undergarment during a most inopportune time was a reminder that sex isn't so much about perfection as it is about surprise - namely, the surprise of what's underneath a person's clothes, and, most importantly, his or her public exterior.