<![CDATA[Gawker: thursgay]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: thursgay]]> http://gawker.com/tag/thursgay http://gawker.com/tag/thursgay <![CDATA[It's A Thousand Bucks Minimum A Week For Lady Upkeep]]> We sort of miss the pre-Kuczynski days of facial work shame. PR exec Amy Krakow admits in the Times today that she spends an "astounding sum" of money on youthiness-maintenance treatments, including sessions in a hyperbaric chamber, plastic surgery on her "face and torso," hair straightening and Botox injections. So she's a Manhattan lady of a certain age, basically. (Yuck.) Gosh, where'd she get all that money, anyway? Anyhoo! It's a thousand bucks a week, says the Times, for a lady to keep herself pretty from the nails to the hairline—regimens that also take ten hours a week. "I can think of a couple of people where $3,500 a month might be low," says one lady. Yeah, but they look really not haggy or stretched at all.

Beauty Regimens Reach For The Gold Standard [NYT]

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<![CDATA[Loser Girls Are Friends With Their Moms]]> Today, Times chronicler of our dumbassest life-minutia Stephanie Rosenbloom tries to figure out what's up with kind of girl who calls her mom four times a day to talk about the weather and what she ate and stuff. So, Stephanie, what gives?

Developmental psychologists and sociologists say this phenomenon of attachment is only now beginning to be studied. They have identified several factors that could be contributing to an intensified mother-daughter symbiosis: technology that makes it easy to stay connected; the smaller number of children in each household; young adults who are prolonging decisions about career, marriage and children; parents who want to have a less-hierarchical relationship with their offspring; and parents who feel the need to keep their grown children close at a time when anxiety and depression levels among young adults are at some of their highest points ever.
Right. Also, some girls and moms are fat losers who need to cut the damn umbilical cord already.


Mommy Is Truly Dearest
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<![CDATA[Alex Kuczynski: 'John Varvatos Is Trying To Live A Death']]> At long last, facially-reconfigured semiotician Alex Kuczynski has returned to her old stomping grounds in the Times' Thursday Styles section, and she's more inscrutable than ever! Yay! Reporting on John Varvatos' new Hamptons outpost, she describes the popularity of the designer's signature laceless Chuck Taylors: "The first time I saw a pair, they adorned the feet of a Hamptons-hopping Beverly Hills money manager. You see what I mean. They're not just sneakers; they are the footwear equivalent of the white man's overbite." This might be the most inaccurate usage of the phrase "you see what I mean" in history!

According to the authoritative reference guide Urban Dictionary, 37 out of 47 voters agree that the "white man's overbite" is "derogatory term used to describe the facial expression white people make while dancing." How laceless Chucks are similar to this offensive display of whitey unhipness it is difficult to say. And the ethnic complications of wearing John Varvatos become more complex as Alex continues. "His men's clothes are clean and fitted in the European sense but slightly rumpled, as if you took a well-dressed wealthy young Italian, got him drunk and let him sleep on the beach overnight." Unhip whiteys? Drunken Italians? What about ... self-hating black people?

Over a large wooden table of T-shirts at the front of the store hangs a homage, unintentional or not, to Ralph Ellison's "Invisible Man": a tangle of scores of light bulbs, strung together and hanging from an iron rack, the electric wires braided together. It resembled, in fact, a photograph by the artist Jeff Wall titled "After 'Invisible Man,' by Ralph Ellison, the Prologue, 1999-2000."In the book, Ellison used light to define his identity: "Perhaps you'll think it strange that an invisible man should need light, desire light, love light. But maybe it is exactly because I am invisible. ...Without light I am not only invisible, but formless as well; and to be unaware of one's form is to live a death." Mr. Varvatos, it is clear, is trying to do the same: on sale at the table are T-shirts that read, "Who the hell is John Varvatos?"
Last we checked, he was a middle-aged, balding white dude. Again, we request a hit of whatever the Kucz is smoking. Its potency seems only to have increased.

A Dark, Rock'n'Roll Oasis In The Shine of the Hamptons
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<![CDATA[Antlers Are The New Skulls!]]> How to explain the fact that antlers have replaced skulls as this year's (okay, and maybe last year's) de rigeur restaurant-decor and accessory motif? Eric Wilson, the New York Times' resident fop, was confused—he thought maybe it had something to do with Disney's Beauty and the Beast ("One may recall that it was the oafish Gaston... who delivers the line in song, 'I use antlers in all of my decorating.' So does most of Brooklyn.") So he turned to some hipness experts for clarication. Their motley assortment of answers may surprise, confuse, and delight you! Here are some faves.

"It's an iconic indication of some sort of rural lifestyle, I guess. It's like, if a store has antlers on the walls, that somehow makes them legitimate." —a designer whose store once featured antlers on the wall.

"Antlers have a kind of maximalism that satisfies our urge for things to be overdesigned."—a trend forecaster.

"Where once the stag was a symbol of religious regeneration, it could be said that today it appeals to those who worship modern design."—a jewelry designer.

"People are tired of dealing with war and death. This is their protest."—a menswear designer who employs a stag skull motif as a logo.

"Um... Williamsburg finally got over wolves and unicorns?"—Emily

If There's A Buck In It Somewhere
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<![CDATA['Styles' Serves Up A Big Bowl Of Spotted Dick]]> You know, there's no better way to undermine those silly jokes about Styles being "the gay section" than to run a giant collection of crotch shots in the paper. Still, we can probably have some fun: Let's play favorites! We're partial to first row, right. You?

But What if You Get Hit by a Taxi? [NYT]

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<![CDATA[Tim Gunn "Couldn't Be Any More Single"]]> Here are some selected non-stunning facts about Project Runway's endearingly and perpetually concerned fashion coach, per Eric Wilson's Styles paean.

  • He's excited by closets. "For the first time in my life I have a grown-up apartment. There's a closet in the bedroom!"
  • But he's not in one, that's for sure. "I was the one they called the horrible slurs that ended up being prophetic. Little did I know."
  • His childhood was rough in an archetypally gay way: "He had been an unhappy child, introverted, a stutterer, spending sunny days in his room reading books, practicing the piano, playing with Legos, idolizing mad King Ludwig II, who spent his spare time designing castles. He was the last one chosen during mandatory team sports."
  • His dad was J. Edgar Hoover's ghostwriter.
  • Somehow it all fits. Carry on!

    The Headmaster of Fashion [NYT]

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<![CDATA[Mommy And Daddy's Little Pharoah]]> Today's Thursday Styles Rosenbloomination on parents who let their kids make their decisions for them has some fun tidbits, it's true. A mom is letting her son daughter advise her on how to remodel the bathroom (pictured)! Another kiddo "turned her mother on to the band Coldplay"—"It's not a sort of 'You're so lame, Mom,' situation at all," says the mom. But then about halfway through there's this blob of random:

"Now it's 'What do the kids want?' " Dr. Kavaler said. "My father would say, 'Who cares what the kids want?' "(Of course, in places like ancient Egypt, where Tutankhamen became King Tut at 8 or 9, they had to care.)
Whoa! The extensive research for this article didn't just include talking to people who have children, it also included a trip to the Met! Stephanie Rosenbloom continues to impress.

Mommy and Daddy's Little Life Coach [NYT]

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<![CDATA[Tools Love Their Blackberries]]> You know how some people always have to be right? They'll keep one upping you and pulling out all the stops until the smallest argument is settled. This is the same kind of person who, when you say you liked a movie, will be all, "Hmm. Well, the play was better." According the Times, this type of person has a brand-new weapon in his or her—let's be real: his—arsenal. It is called the personal handheld device! Did you also know that these things they carry are capable of finding information on the internets?

"It's stunning to be able to access something so obscure so effortlessly," said John Hoffman, vice president of documentary programming at HBO. He was recently at WD-50, a Lower East Side restaurant, arguing with two friends about whether the Immaculate Conception referred to the birth of the Virgin Mary or to Jesus. Before you could say "Parsnip tart with quinoa, hazelnuts and bok choy," Mr. Hoffman used his BlackBerry to connect to Wikipedia and recited that it was Mary who "was preserved by God from the stain of original sin at the time of her own conception." "This research use of the BlackBerry verges on magical and it's not alienating," he said in an e-mail message. "So much more was learned by all. And no one felt bludgeoned into admitting they were wrong."
Next week! Thursgay Styles will tell us about how those newfangled GPS systems are making paper maps obsolete.


Supercharged With All The Answers
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<![CDATA[Alex Kuczynski Fords the East River in the Name of Crochet]]> We apologize for bringing you the analysis of the Kucz's Critical Shopper column about a shop in DUMBO from today's edition of Thursgay Styles, but there was just so much in it that it took us all day to properly mine. For one, we love how she oh-so-casually reminds us that when it comes down to it, the Kucz is not like you and me:

On the thoroughfare below, a hardware store stands near a glossy West Elm outpost. On Front Street, a deli with fluorescent lights is not far from a high-end organic grocery store on Adams Street called Foragers Market. It's safe to say the only foraging going on in Foragers is the search for the American Express platinum card at the bottom of one's handbag.
Yes, that really is a problem. You'd think that when you pay $395 a year for a credit card that they'd have some sort of system that makes it easier to find!

Of course, that's not all.

When the Kucz finds herself in Brooklyn, in seems as though all bets are off. How else to explain the conclusion of her piece:

A DISPLAY of Eau de Brooklyn soap ($10 each) was on sale near some vintage books, including "The Blue Flower" by Henry van Dyke ($40), an American clergyman who wrote fairy tales with a religious bent. I opened "The Blue Flower" and read: "He felt an irresistible desire to bathe in the pool. Slipping off his clothes he plunged in. It was as if he bathed in a cloud of sunset. A celestial rapture flowed through him. The waves of the stream were like a bevy of nymphs taking shape around him, clinging to him with tender breasts, as he floated onward, lost in delight, yet keenly sensitive to every impression."

A clergyman longing for the touch of nymphs' breasts, a boutique for disco crochet in Brooklyn: in the shadow of the Manhattan bridge, it all made sense.

Funny, we're still scratching our heads.

Crochet Undergoes an Upgrade [NYT]

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<![CDATA[Frankly, We're Also Sick Of The Matronly Box]]> pelosi.jpgSo yeah, it's pretty "Congressional representatives: They're Just Like Us!" over at the Times today: not only did we find out what happens when state reps stopped being polite and started getting rodent-infested, we also got a peek into the closet of the fashion plate who's shaking up Capitol Hill: new speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi. Thursgay admires her "easy fashion savvy," but chides her for having a wardrobe that's "overreliant on suits." (Eyeroll.) The article also quotes Republican Congresswoman Mary Bono, who's a big fan of Nancy's style, if not . . . well, anything else about her:
I am so sick of the matronly box — the rest of America doesn't dress like that," said Ms. Bono, 45, who, with her Palm Springs address, affection for the martial arts and her marriage to the late Sonny Bono, is decidedly un-Washingtonian. "We all want to be taken seriously and you certainly don't want to be too sexy," added Ms. Bono, a California Republican, "but you have to maintain your femininity. Pelosi is a beautiful dresser. I'm hoping she has great impact — fashion-speaking, not politically speaking."
Personally, we hope for the opposite: Pelosi's politics are great, but there's an Extreme Makeover After thing going on there that makes us sort of uncomfortable.

Speaking Chic To Power [NYT]

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<![CDATA[The Kucz Thinks You Spend Too Much On Shoes]]> Christmas, New Years, whatever — today marks a much more important holiday: the return of the highlight of our week, the Times' Critical Shopper column. And Beauty Junkie Alex Kuczynski is back from her vacation in fine form, regaling us with tales of a sherry-soaked, churro-glutted undergraduate sojourn in Spain, and explaining to us that though featured shop T Casan's owners say that its name "comes from the Gaelic phrase for 'a woman's path,'" she refuses to accept that meaning because "that sounds like a self-help book for women going through menopause, so I prefer the Spanish translation. If you don't count the accent on the first word, it translates as "they marry you," and frankly I felt married to at least two pairs of the shoes by the time I left." Oh, Kucz, never leave us again!

But she wouldn't be the straight-lady-Bob Morris we know and love if she didn't get into chidey mode at some point in her column; that point comes when she talks about T Casan's ($210-$425) prices, which strike her as quite reasonable, in contrast to the diabolically expensive footwear she usually purchases:

I think $400 to $850 is a lot to spend on a pair of shoes, but in recent years well-to-do American women have been suckered into a bewildering fashion conspiracy.

To anyone who looks at Vogue or W, it would appear that in order to be fashionable, to be stylish — to be, in fact, footwear — shoes must cost $700. There is something dark about this, as if we have become Stepford Wives, marching off to the high-end shoe brands as if our brains had been sucked out of our skulls and replaced with slots for charge cards. Ka-ching.

You know, if you look really closely at that picture, we think you may even be able to spot the slot. Ka-ching!

A Store To Make Your Feet Say Ol [NYT]

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<![CDATA[Bras: Strapless. Thursgay: Brainless.]]> It's not like we expect much from Thursgay Styles, but the newsworthlessness of today's article about the trouble with strapless bras must represent a new low. First, there's the flailing attempt to pretend that the article is in any way timely: "Just ask the legions of women who hook, wrap and suck themselves into such bras each New Year's Eve, then pray they do not drop like the crystal ball in Times Square." Uh, right. That's what we always wear to celebrate the last day of December, a strapless-bra-necessitating shoulder-baring gown! Goes well with our suntan and our open-toed sandals! (This is Rob, btw). But the article's real low point comes later on:

Well-endowed women should view [silicone bras] with caution, though. "They're not supportive," Ms. Borish said.
Yes, but do they hold up your milkbags?

An Annual Letdown: The Strapless Bra
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<![CDATA[Evite Etiquette Tips For Stupid Losers]]> Thursgay strikes a nerve today with a piece about the enormous difficulty of coming up with an appropriate response to an Evite. The crux of the issue seems to be that, though the option to respond with a simple 'yes' or 'no' does exist, many invitees feel obligated to avail themselves of the service's 'leave a personal message' option, and aren't quite sure how to go about it. We sympathize with these people, obviously. We mean, Evite has only been around since, what, 1997? That's not nearly enough time to figure out how to type "see u there!" The plight of one particular Evite user especially touched our heart:

Just last week Carolyn Fitzpatrick, 32, a retired lawyer from Wollaston, Mass., spent 20 minutes drafting a "no" response to an Evite.
"Twenty precious minutes," said Ms. Fitzpatrick, the mother of a 3-month-old and a 2-year-old. "Do you have children? You don't understand what 20 minutes to yourself is.
The sentiment that took Fitzpatrick so long to crank out, and our suggestions for how she might be able to avoid this crippling issue in the future, are after the jump.
With a boatload of in-laws in town, I unfortunately will be doing nice nice in my own home when I'd much rather be doing eggnog shooters at yours. Please keep us on the guest list. With luck, I won't be pregnant, traveling or hosting extended family who hate me next year! (Bah Humbug.)
Carolyn, a word to the wise: we save ourselves the hassle of spending twenty minutes coming up with paragraphs like the one above with a two-pronged approach: *not being lame *realizing that a party thrown by someone who is lame enough to send an Evite is not someone whose party we would want to attend.

See how it works for you!

Online RSVPs: A Simple 'No' Just Won't Do
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<![CDATA[Kazakh Ministry of Damage Control Continues to Work Overtime]]> Thursgay traveleved outside its usual domestic milieu yesterday to bring us news of a Fashion Week taking place in an exotic land far beyond our ken: Kazakhstan. "Where have I heard of that country before?," you're probably not wondering. Well, in case you're a Borat fan who's still not clear on the distinction between fact and fiction, the Times wants to inform you, again, that Kazakh ladies aren't strapped to plows or trapped in cages — really. No, they're dealing with a much classier brand of indignity: the humiliation of showing up at a party in the same Dior dress someone else is wearing. The solution? Turning to indigenous Kazakh designers, whose work is comparable to anything Gucci and Donna Karan can turn out, but with a twist. Why, just listen to this enticing description:

This year there are 40 shows, among them 28 Kazakh designers. One is Kuralai, a brand that incorporates ethnic Kazakh themes into its beaded evening gowns, sequined culottes and paisley turbans.
Oh, wow! Now that we're totally sure we're not going to be forced to become #5 prostitute as soon as we get off the plane, we're totally headed right over there to pick up some sequined culottes. Psych.

For Make Fabulous Kazakhstan [NYT]

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<![CDATA[Thursgay Styles: Surgically Whittled For Your Aesthetic Pleasure]]> We know your time is precious, so we've pared every bloated feature in today's Thursgay Styles down to one digestible sentence and one representative quote, via a procedure we like to call textual lipo. Trust us, it's all the rage in Europe.

  • Article: Cosmopolitan Moms Sentence: Some moms like to drink white wine at their kids' playdates. Quote: "This is not really exotic behavior."
  • Article: The Golden Torso Sentence: Model Jamie Dornan is hot and Guy Trebay would like to do it with him. Quote: "There are certain faces the camera loves. Mr. Dornan's is one."
  • Article: Wrinkle Rivals Go To War. Sentence: Rich people have more choices now about what toxin they'll paralyze their facial muscles with. Quote: "You are basically injecting more Jell-O soup into your skin."
  • Article: Books And Boots: A Texas Odyssey Sentence: Alex Kuczynski free-associates about a trip to Texas to promote her book. Quote: "I think I had a witchy baby sitter long ago who wore [mule boots]. She scared me somehow, and I can't remember exactly how she scared me, which scares me even more."
    There you go. Spend those twenty minutes you just saved doing something socially valuable, ok?
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<![CDATA[We Know Our Boyfriend Always Gets Mad When We Use The Trimmer For That]]>
Is it just us, or are the google ads on the Thursgay Styles's groundbreaking (well, maybe not so groundbreaking) article about mustaches some of the funniest we've ever seen? It's okay if it's just us. You can tell us and we won't take it personally. We just like to share.

One Hairy Lip, A Mix of Messages [NYT]

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<![CDATA[Thursgay Styles Translator: "Cutting-Edge" = "Cameltoe"]]> Turns out we're not the only ones who've finally shaken off the shackles of pants-wearing. And while you might be thinking, "leggings, yes, I own them, I've had them since last year when they first became popular. I bought them at American Apparel like everyone else and their (literal, unfortunately) Mom," the Styles mavens have news for you: if you wear them sans crotch-concealing over layer, they'll be magically transformed. Indeed! Leggings worn solo are not just stretch pants, they're a fucking revolution, a "courageous experiment," according to Saks creative director Michael Fink. So whip off that miniskirt and let the world see the vague outline of your special place. According to the paper of record, it's a "racy form of minimalism" that "represents the cutting edge."
And if you have an extra millionth of an ounce of body fat, it's not going to make you look like Peg Bundy, like, at all.

Isn't Anyone In This Town Wearing Pants? [NYT]

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<![CDATA[Thursgay Styles: My, What Big Package You Have]]> Last week, Styles caught you up on the underground trend of slutty Halloween costumes. This week, Bradley Melekian point us to the latest urban object of desire: men in uniform, specifically, delivery men in shorts.

Ask most women what a modern-day sex symbol looks like, and you are likely to be greeted with a description not of a brooding movie star, but a smiling cleanshaven man with a toned muscular frame, a brown uniform shirt and a year-round dedication to wearing shorts.
Ah yes, what women has not daydreamed about being swept off her feet, thrown in the back of a delivery van and then, you know, signing for a package. Fantasies about what brown can do for you is prevalent in popular culture - why, just five years ago, there was that episode of Sex and the City where Samantha got it on with the delivery boy.

This is all by design, of course - couriers encourage their drivers to stay in shape and offer incentives for working out, though they insist it's for productivity and injury prevention.

What really completes this piece, though, is the sidebar item showing the U.P.S.-recommended stretches. If we didn't know any better, we'd think the Times was trying to turn us on.

'Industrial Athletes': Men With the Goods [NYT]

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<![CDATA[Thursgay Styles: Cinderella, She Seems So Easy]]> Writing the world's five thousandth piece about slutty Halloween costumes, Stephanie Rosenbloom shrugs her shoulders and offers up an acknowledgment that should pretty much accompany every Styles article:

The trend is so pervasive it has been written about by college students in campus newspapers, and Carlos Mencia, the comedian, jokes that Halloween should now be called Dress-Like-a-Whore Day.

Still, nice to see that they're finally crediting sources.

BONUS Great Moment in Journalism:

IN her thigh-highs and ruby miniskirt, Little Red Riding Hood does not appear to be en route to her grandmother's house. And Goldilocks, in a snug bodice and platform heels, gives the impression she has been sleeping in everyone's bed.

Also nice:

Many women's costumes, with their frilly baby-doll dresses and high-heeled Mary Janes, also evoke male Lolita fantasies and reinforce the larger cultural message that younger is hotter.
"It's not a good long-term strategy for women," Dr. Tolman said.

There's so much going on here you may just have to read the whole thing.

Good Girls Go Bad, for a Day [NYT]

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<![CDATA[Is Thursgay Biting Slate's Style?]]>

Thursgay Styles [NYT]

Earlier: Does 'Slate' Ask Too Many Goddamn Questions?

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