Jennifer Aniston’s latest film has not been well-received by critics, as evidenced by early We’re The Millers reviews , but that’s not the criticism she’s concerned with. She’s really sick of all the baby questions and pressure to start a family! Perhaps because she plays a stripper posing as a married mother of two, or just because she’s Jennifer Aniston, her family plans have become a hot topic. The beautiful actress has often been asked 24/7 about when she plans to have a baby of her own with Justin Theroux, her fiance since last summer. Aniston admits she gets frustrated when journalists go there. Often times, they think they’re “trying to relate it to the movie with, ‘Oh, if I was to have a child how many kids do I want?’ And ‘do I want a boy or a girl?'” “I didn’t realize you could place orders! I honestly didn’t realize it was like a drive-through, that you could talk to a little electronic voice,” she said. The star said she tries her best to ignore it all, saying “I surround myself with my amazing work, my amazing friends, my amazing partner, my beautiful dogs.” ” I tune that noise out . I mean, I think it’s very sweet that people want everything for me,” she explained, but says she’s “so content and happy” as is. The 44-year-old certainly acts – and looks it. If you haven’t seen the natural beauty that is Jennifer Aniston without makeup , check out the video below: Jennifer Aniston Without Make-Up
Very sad news today out of Oklahoma City: A one-month old, who was sitting in the backseat of a car with its parents, died from overheating during a trip from Ohio to the town of Ringling. Police confirm that the vehicle was without air conditioning and that the parents pulled over as soon as they noticed their child wasn’t breathing. The baby was taken to the emergency room and pronounced dead, as temperatures in the area exceeded 100 degrees yesterday. Watch this video for further sad details: One-Month Old Dies in Hot Car
Very sad news today out of Oklahoma City: A one-month old, who was sitting in the backseat of a car with its parents, died from overheating during a trip from Ohio to the town of Ringling. Police confirm that the vehicle was without air conditioning and that the parents pulled over as soon as they noticed their child wasn’t breathing. The baby was taken to the emergency room and pronounced dead, as temperatures in the area exceeded 100 degrees yesterday. Watch this video for further sad details: One-Month Old Dies in Hot Car
Seriously, folks, that really is Stacy Keibler covering the latest issue of Line. Like Selena Gomez for i-D , the former WWE Diva and current host of Supermarket Superstar is nearly unrecognizable on the cover of this magazine, posing in a low-cut top with a wild up-do and dark lips/eyes. “This was my absolute favorite shoot to date,” Keibler tells People “It was so fun to try different and more dramatic looks. It felt almost theatrical.” Keibler and George Clooney split in July after a two-year relationship, but the beauty is moving on just fine. “Relationships end, it’s just part of life,” she said last week on The Talk . “I always say that when one door closes, another opens, and I’m just really excited for the next chapter in my life.” And if she is looking for someone to share that chapter with… call us! Stacy Keibler Makeover: What a Change!
Seattle-based author and editor Jane Catherine Lotter penned her own obituary before passing away last month, and it’s a wonderful, moving read. Seattle Author Writes Powerful Self Obituary Lotter passed away after a battle with endometrial cancer July 18 at age 60, survived by her husband, a 19-year-old son and a 23-year-old daughter. One of the “few advantages” of dying of cancer, Lotter wrote in her own Seattle Times send-off, “is that you have time to write your own obituary.” Despite penning the weekly humor column “Jane Explains” and a novel, The Bette Davis Club , she didn’t define success in terms of career feats. What did she see as the great achievements of her life? Read Jane’s full obituary here or after the jump below: One of the few advantages of dying from Grade 3, Stage IIIC endometrial cancer, recurrent and metastasized to the liver and abdomen, is that you have time to write your own obituary. (The other advantages are no longer bothering with sunscreen and no longer worrying about your cholesterol.) To wit: I was born in Seattle on August 10, 1952, at Northgate Hospital (since torn down) at Northgate Mall. Grew up in Shoreline, attended Shorecrest High, graduated from the University of Washington in 1975 with a Bachelor of Arts in History. Aside from eight memorable months lived in New York City when I was nineteen (and where I worked happily and insouciantly on the telephone order board for B. Altman & Co.), I was a lifelong Seattle resident. In my professional life, I was a freelance writer, editor, and proofreader. Among career honors, I received a First Place Society of Professional Journalists award for Humorous Writing for my column Jane Explains, which ran from 1999-2005 in the Jet City Maven, later called The Seattle Sun. Also won First Place in the Mainstream Novel category of the 2009 Pacific Northwest Writers Association Literary Contest for my comic novel, The Bette Davis Club (available at Amazon.com). I would demonstrate my keen sense of humor by telling a few jokes here, but the Times charges for these listings by the column inch and we must move on. Many thanks to Sylvia Farias, MSW, at Swedish Cancer Institute for encouraging me to be part of an incredibly wise gynecological cancer support group. Thanks as well to the kind-hearted nurses and doctors at Group Health Capitol Hill oncology. And thanks to my sister Barbara who left no stone unturned in helping me get life-extending treatment in my final months. I also want to thank Mrs. Senour, my first grade teacher, for teaching me to read. I loved witty conversation, long walks, and good books. Among my favorite authors were Iris Murdoch (particularly The Sea, The Sea) and Charles Dickens. I was preceded in death by my generous and loving parents, Michael Gallagher Lotter and Margaret Anne Lotter (nee Robertson), and by my dear younger sister, Julie Marie Lotter. I am survived by my beloved husband, Robert (“Bob”) Lee Marts, and our two adult children: daughter, Tessa Jane Marts, and son, Riley William Marts. Also my dear sisters Barbara Lotter Azzato, Kathleen Nora Lahti, and Patricia Anne Crisp (husband Adrian). And many much-loved nieces and nephews, in-laws, and friends. I met Bob Marts at the Central Tavern in Pioneer Square on November 22, 1975, which was the luckiest night of my life. We were married on April 7, 1984. Bobby M, I love you up to the sky. Thank you for all the laughter and the love, and for standing by me at the end. Tessa and Riley, I love you so much, and I’m so proud of you. I wish you such good things. May you, every day, connect with the brilliancy of your own spirit. And may you always remember that obstacles in the path are not obstacles, they ARE the path. I believe we are each of us connected to every person and everything on this Earth, that we are in fact one divine organism having an infinite spiritual existence. Of course, we may not always comprehend that. And really, that’s a discussion for another time. So let’s cut to the chase: I was given the gift of life, and now I have to give it back. This is hard. But I was a lucky woman, who led a lucky existence, and for this I am grateful. I first got sick in January 2010. When the cancer recurred last year and was terminal, I decided to be joyful about having had a full life, rather than sad about having to die. Amazingly, this outlook worked for me. (Well, you know, most of the time.) Meditation and the study of Buddhist philosophy also helped me accept what I could not change. At any rate, I am at peace. And on that upbeat note, I take my mortal leave of this rollicking, revolving world-this sun, that moon, that walk around Green Lake, that stroll through the Pike Place Market, the memory of a child’s hand in mine. My beloved Bob, Tessa, and Riley. My beloved friends and family. How precious you all have been to me. Knowing and loving each one of you was the success story of my life. Metaphorically speaking, we will meet again, joyfully, on the other side. Beautiful day, happy to have been here. XOXO, Jane/Mom
Seattle-based author and editor Jane Catherine Lotter penned her own obituary before passing away last month, and it’s a wonderful, moving read. Seattle Author Writes Powerful Self Obituary Lotter passed away after a battle with endometrial cancer July 18 at age 60, survived by her husband, a 19-year-old son and a 23-year-old daughter. One of the “few advantages” of dying of cancer, Lotter wrote in her own Seattle Times send-off, “is that you have time to write your own obituary.” Despite penning the weekly humor column “Jane Explains” and a novel, The Bette Davis Club , she didn’t define success in terms of career feats. What did she see as the great achievements of her life? Read Jane’s full obituary here or after the jump below: One of the few advantages of dying from Grade 3, Stage IIIC endometrial cancer, recurrent and metastasized to the liver and abdomen, is that you have time to write your own obituary. (The other advantages are no longer bothering with sunscreen and no longer worrying about your cholesterol.) To wit: I was born in Seattle on August 10, 1952, at Northgate Hospital (since torn down) at Northgate Mall. Grew up in Shoreline, attended Shorecrest High, graduated from the University of Washington in 1975 with a Bachelor of Arts in History. Aside from eight memorable months lived in New York City when I was nineteen (and where I worked happily and insouciantly on the telephone order board for B. Altman & Co.), I was a lifelong Seattle resident. In my professional life, I was a freelance writer, editor, and proofreader. Among career honors, I received a First Place Society of Professional Journalists award for Humorous Writing for my column Jane Explains, which ran from 1999-2005 in the Jet City Maven, later called The Seattle Sun. Also won First Place in the Mainstream Novel category of the 2009 Pacific Northwest Writers Association Literary Contest for my comic novel, The Bette Davis Club (available at Amazon.com). I would demonstrate my keen sense of humor by telling a few jokes here, but the Times charges for these listings by the column inch and we must move on. Many thanks to Sylvia Farias, MSW, at Swedish Cancer Institute for encouraging me to be part of an incredibly wise gynecological cancer support group. Thanks as well to the kind-hearted nurses and doctors at Group Health Capitol Hill oncology. And thanks to my sister Barbara who left no stone unturned in helping me get life-extending treatment in my final months. I also want to thank Mrs. Senour, my first grade teacher, for teaching me to read. I loved witty conversation, long walks, and good books. Among my favorite authors were Iris Murdoch (particularly The Sea, The Sea) and Charles Dickens. I was preceded in death by my generous and loving parents, Michael Gallagher Lotter and Margaret Anne Lotter (nee Robertson), and by my dear younger sister, Julie Marie Lotter. I am survived by my beloved husband, Robert (“Bob”) Lee Marts, and our two adult children: daughter, Tessa Jane Marts, and son, Riley William Marts. Also my dear sisters Barbara Lotter Azzato, Kathleen Nora Lahti, and Patricia Anne Crisp (husband Adrian). And many much-loved nieces and nephews, in-laws, and friends. I met Bob Marts at the Central Tavern in Pioneer Square on November 22, 1975, which was the luckiest night of my life. We were married on April 7, 1984. Bobby M, I love you up to the sky. Thank you for all the laughter and the love, and for standing by me at the end. Tessa and Riley, I love you so much, and I’m so proud of you. I wish you such good things. May you, every day, connect with the brilliancy of your own spirit. And may you always remember that obstacles in the path are not obstacles, they ARE the path. I believe we are each of us connected to every person and everything on this Earth, that we are in fact one divine organism having an infinite spiritual existence. Of course, we may not always comprehend that. And really, that’s a discussion for another time. So let’s cut to the chase: I was given the gift of life, and now I have to give it back. This is hard. But I was a lucky woman, who led a lucky existence, and for this I am grateful. I first got sick in January 2010. When the cancer recurred last year and was terminal, I decided to be joyful about having had a full life, rather than sad about having to die. Amazingly, this outlook worked for me. (Well, you know, most of the time.) Meditation and the study of Buddhist philosophy also helped me accept what I could not change. At any rate, I am at peace. And on that upbeat note, I take my mortal leave of this rollicking, revolving world-this sun, that moon, that walk around Green Lake, that stroll through the Pike Place Market, the memory of a child’s hand in mine. My beloved Bob, Tessa, and Riley. My beloved friends and family. How precious you all have been to me. Knowing and loving each one of you was the success story of my life. Metaphorically speaking, we will meet again, joyfully, on the other side. Beautiful day, happy to have been here. XOXO, Jane/Mom
Taylor Swift posted some artistic bikini pics that don’t involve bikinis…which is kind of Taylor Swift’s hustle, because she’s either a demon sent from hell or an alien planet to brainwash the world…who can’t show her mid-section because she’s got scars, or marking from her home planet…like genitals where belly buttons usually are…or she’s just insecure about her skinny little body which makes little to no sense….because its a skinny little body…but at least shes’ making an effort, just not quite as much effort as she should….I mean any under 25 year old in a one piece is a fucking fail, even if they are worth a billion dollars and not a failure in the other aspects of their life, they might as well be, cuz bikinis are the only thing that matter…obviously..
Marilyn Monroe died 51 years ago Monday. The Los Angeles Times’ front page the following day – August 6, 1962 (51 years ago today) shows the impact of the icon’s loss at the age of 36: The star died of a drug overdose under circumstances that are still debated to this day. What is not debated is that her legend has only grown since. Marilyn . Her name alone says it all. A woman blessed with beauty, shrouded in mystery, befallen by tragedy and passing away at far too young an age, Monroe was ahead of her time. Astonishingly, Marilyn was considered talented, versatile, vivacious, troubled and profoundly sexual during her prime. That image still applies today. The blond, curvy, breathy star and her life fascinate and inspire countless celebrities (see Lindsay Lohan Playboy photos ) and regular fans alike. Enigmatic and vulnerable, innocent yet sexually iconic, and never far from a tinge of scandal, Marilyn was a walking embodiment of American culture. In death, she also became a sympathetic figure, a victim of her own fame. She lost control of her own greatness and was often taken advantage of. We project hopes, dreams, memories, indelible images and cautionary tales to her all the time. Some reasonable and some appropriate, others less so. One thing you can never take away or overstate when it comes to Marilyn Monroe, however, is this simple truth: There will never be another like her.
Britney Spears certainly knows how to dress for the occasion. The 31-year-old pop star wore a very tight, very short gray and black dress to church Sunday, pairing the piece with a pair of over-the-knee black boots. Not sure about the rest of the congregation, but her boyfriend David Lucado , who accompanied the pop legend to the weekend service, had to like it … Britney Spears’ Sexy Church Outfit Some people will no doubt criticize Spears’ choice of outfit. Miley Cyrus , for her part, is not one of those people. Brit’s fellow Disney alum recently said the mother of two is “that one person in my life who gets it.” Miles has been faith-shamed herself in the past, so we believe it. What do you think of Brit’s ensemble? Tell us!
Her name is Anastasia Ashley. If you’ve never heard of her, she’s a pro surfer I’ve posted on before. If you have heard of her, you know she’s got an amazing surfer ass, a surfer ass that she’s warming up the right way before her recent surf contest, that according to the internet, she didn’t win in competition but seriously fucking won in her warm up….a warm-up she twerked her way through while listening to her iPod while the other surfers looked on in confusion…a warm-up I want to marry…a warm-up I wish I could write a song for…a song where the chorus goes like this “do that warm-up on my dick”….it’s a work in progress, I’m not very musical…but it gets the point across…. This is amazing. Her ass is amazing. Her warm-up…amazing…all sports need warm-ups like this…all high school gym classes need warm-ups like this…all amateur and pro sporting events need warm-ups like this…hell all gym work-outs need warm-ups like this. It’s fucking perfect, she’s fucking perfect… The best thing in all this is that I have a feeling she has no idea that she’s being watched, you know she’s a surfer and surfers just don’t give a fuck…I have a feeling she has no idea she’s being filmed as she warms up before the contest…which makes it so much hotter, at least to me, because I’m all about watching a bitch, whether through her bedroom/bathroom window…or in public..I’m a creep like that…a creep who needs more twerking in my life… via VIDHUNTR
