Explore pop-culture, current events, hot-button topics and all things relationship-related with Pittsburgh native, editor and co-founder of twodaymag, Natalie Bencivenga.
Over the past few weeks, Lisa Davis, from It’s Your Health Radio and I, have had some great conversations ranging from divorce to wedding proposal planning and everything in between. We discussed my blog, advice column, and articles written by several of my fantastic contributors.
Twoday’s Topic takes a different turn as we discuss the impact that our gun culture is having on women.
Read on for the link to the interview!
Well, my dear friends, award season is finally upon us.
With it comes the glamor, the pageantry, the decadence, and in some cases, the mind numbing, nausea-inducing irritation that comes with viewing the endless barrage of red carpet coverage; and let’s not forget the numerous awkward conversations between Ryan Seacrest and Scarlet Johansson’s breasts.
Ryan, we know she has massive knockers. After all, they are in large part responsible for the majority of acting jobs she has acquired throughout the years. She knows it. We know it. Everyone knows it. You don’t need to draw attention to it by talking directly into her chest. Contain yourself. I mean, for Christ’s sake, you are just about the most licentious metrosexual man on television, with exception to the boys of the Jersey Shore.
I am lucky enough to be on Lisa Davis' radio show all week long discussing fantastic and provocative topics from your very own twoday magazine! Enjoy my latest radio appearance with the always wonderful, Lisa Davis, from It’s Your Health Radio!
Twoday’s Topic: Should You Ever Date Your Best Friend's Ex? Touchy topic!
I, like many other children, was raised Catholic.
For those of you who are not familiar with exactly what that entails, please allow me to sum up our important sacraments.
Shortly after your birth, a priest dunks your head into holy water, thereby cleansing yourself of the “original sin” we are all born with, because Eve had a little bit of an attitude problem with God and went ahead and ate some forbidden fruit. This is called “Baptism.”
“Will you marry me?”
It is amazing as to how those four little words can change your life. Of course you want the scenario to be perfect. Of course you want your soon-to-be betrothed to remember that moment for the rest of their lives. But part of the excitement and the anticipation comes from planning that intimate, romantic moment yourself.
So why outsource it?
These days, if I don’t see someone face-tweeting a picture of themselves drunkenly bent over a toilet and giving a peace sign to the camera in between dry-heaves, I consider it to be one of those rare “good days.”
Let me be frank: I intensely dislike Twitter. First and foremost, I never have anything to tweet about. When I do tweet, I attempt to be funny. I type something, hate it, delete it, and thus my profile looks as if it hasn’t been updated since late September.
And I REFUSE to tell people about the mundane activities of my life, no matter how unintentionally hilarious others may find them.
When we think of phone sex operators, we often want to envision young, pretty, single women who are just so eager to talk naughty on the other end of the line. What we don’t want to think about are “real-life” moms with kids who are taking these jobs because the rent was due, like, yesterday.
Picture this: You’ve just watched sixteen-year-old heartthrob, Justin Bieber, sing his prepubescent heart out at the staples center in Lost Angeles. His white boy gangsta style, smooth moves, and lack of facial hair have got your heart beating faster than a hummingbird’s wings. The fact that he could double for an adult lesbian also turns you on, because clearly, when it comes to picking out potential partners, you have questionable taste.
My dear readers, I come to you a broken woman.
Throughout the years, I have seen many beauty trends come and go. From injecting your face full of poison, to shooting a laser at oh-so-delicate areas to singe off hair; it is apparent that women will do just about anything, no matter how painful, to make themselves appear “beautiful.”
Personally, if I was a man and I was approached hairless woman who was incapable of making an expression, I’d probably back away slowly and report to the CIA that I had a close encounter of the third kind. But I digress…
And now NOM (National Organization for Marriage) is none to pleaseth.
So, I watch a lot of these videos and have posted a few that really jumped out as special. But how could I NOT post a video from God, himself? Okay, it really isn’t God (that would be pretty awesome, though) but it is a really funny video by David Javerbaum, a comedy writer and former executive producer of The Daily Show with John Stewart who recently wrote, The Last Testament: A Memoir by GOD.
And I ask, dear friends...WTF?!
Michigan Senate Republicans passed a bullying bill (which, by the way, had ZERO democratic support) that allows bullying, as long as there is a “religious or moral reason for their actions.”
Get-Rich-Quick schemes are not a new concept. After all, isn’t the “American Dream” the hope that one day, through hard work and determination, we will become so disgustingly rich that we will be able to afford to buy our dream house, and then turn around and sell that dream house for a profit?
If we get to skip the hard work and determination part, well, that’s even better now, isn’t it? Unfortunately, there is usually some kind of shady business attached to these get schemes.
Said “shady business” can be a number of things: from stealing your four-year-old’s identity (giving them bad credit before they are even able to pronounce “life ruining debt”), to soliciting your dog to buy the latest and greatest Frisbee (it smells like a squirrel AND it throws itself!), these get rich schemers will stop at nothing to “make” a quick buck.
But perhaps no business is shadier then that of the extortionist. Their goal is to blackmail you into giving them money, and lots of it. The tricky thing about these extortionists is that they can at first appear to be many things, an employee, a pal, or even a lover.
Especially a lover.
Let me get this out of the way. I’m a nerd. I’ve had a fascination with video games since I was old enough to write “Nintendo” on everything in the house so my parents would know exactly what I wanted for Christmas.
Recently, I thought I’d try online gaming. I have always been hesitant because I heard how addicting it was. I decided I’d follow the old addict cliché of “I can quit whenever I want to,” and gave the game Order and Chaos Online a try on my iPad. The game is basically a World of Warcraft (or WOW as it’s known in the industry) clone. WOW is a massive multiplayer online fantasy game where you create a character who is charged to do various quests in which you can team up with, or fight, other real life players.
It’s a fascinating concept. You are socially interacting with real people from all over the world, yet are doing so behind the safety of a self-created avatar. With only short bits of text as a way to interact, all my study in voice inflection, body language and pretty much all forms of nonverbal communication were useless. I’m a huge fan of real world interaction so this was a social experience unlike any I’d had. Imagine my surprise when I found myself in a life and death situation. A REAL life and death situation...
Recently on September 11, a frisky couple on a Frontier Airlines flight took too long in the bathroom and started making other passengers nervous. Naturally tensions were high on the 10th anniversary of a very tragic day in this country, and so passengers alerted crew members that this horny couple could be planning something much more deviant than whatever was going on in the bathroom.
Every year, no matter how hard I try to avoid the gaping pop-cultural black hole that is the Miss Universe pageant, I am sucked into its world of fake tans, sequins, and thinly gilded narcissism.
It pulls me in with its promises of fantastical evening gowns, and the forlorn hope that I will get to see one of the contestants bite it hard on the runway, resulting in a wardrobe malfunction, which may or may not allow me to see a foreign nip slip.
