I was gratified recently to learn that it isn’t just me who “loses” preps on occasion. …
San Mateo, Calif.’s Daily Journal reports that former San Francisco 49er Kwame Harris is due in court for allegedly assaulting his ex-boyfriend.
Harris is said to have beaten Dimitri Geier after Geier poured soy sauce over a plate of rice. The pair left the restaurant, after which point Geier’s suit claims that the former NFL player pulled down his dining companion’s pants and began shaking and punching him.
Harris has been charged with domestic violence and assault.
Deadspin points out that Harris’ sexuality has long been whispered about; the NFL has yet to have an openly gay active player, and, indeed, Harris has not acknowledged his sexuality. It’s a particularly uncomfortable way to be outed — as, given the nature of the incident, there’s no skating around whether or not Geier or Harris might have been “friends.” (It’s rather akin to the allegations against John Travolta last year, in which lawsuits against the star by male masseuses, later dismissed, forced the public to at least consider that which the star had always managed to previously dismiss.)
America today, an expanding network of surveillance cameras tracks
our bank deposits, our shopping expeditions, and our workplace
trysts in the supply closet. When we venture online, hundreds of
companies diligently note the websites we consume, the files we
download, and the comments we make. Our smartphones are even worse
stool pigeons than our computers, constantly keeping tabs on our
precise geographic coordinates. If you grow weary of such
oppressive attention, if you long for a little Waldenesque solitude
outside the crosshairs of our panoptic culture, there is still one
place you can go to get away from it all, writes Greg Beato: the
borderlands of California, Arizona, New Mexico, and Texas. View this article.
Construction workers in Japan uncovered secrets hidden in an old apartment they were demolishing when they found a skeleton in the closet, reports said Thursday. The skeleton, with its head resting neatly on a pillow and covered with a blanket, was in a cupboard in a building in northeast Tokyo,…
When I was a little girl, one of my favorite things to do was hide inside my mother’s walk-in closet and slip into her sequin tops, bold-shouldered blazers and kitten heels. Yet, my fashion fantasy only lasted as long as mom was busy grading papers or frying chicken. In a matter of minutes, I’d be found and given that look which translated into: “You better get back to your room and clothes.” So, you can see why I envy Willow Smith and her edgy style that’s practically nurtured by her mama, Jada Pinkett-Smith.The youngest star of the über-talented Smith family definitely had her cutesy moments on the red carpet wearing fluffy frocks and ruffled rompers. However, once she released her catchy dance record “Whip My Hair” in 2010, Willow’s vocals and outfits were turning heads. From lace-up Converse shoe-pants to one-sleeved leather jackets, she’s given fellow Roc Nation artists Rihanna and Rita Ora stiff competition. And that includes taking risks with her constantly-changing coiff. As Willow celebrates her 12th birthday on Wednesday (October 31st), we’re taking a look back at the youngster’s style over the years. Vote on all her looks in the slideshow below.Read More…
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