Journalist, Author & Syndicated Columnist
Real Simple’s mission is real simple. The new lifestyle magazine wants to help simplify your life. Of course, this doesn’t mean you shouldn’t look good. The premiere issue, which hit newsstands Monday, is populated with high-end ads from Ralph Lauren, Chanel and DeBeers diamonds.
It was unusual for Terry Steczo to go out for lunch. He usually grabbed a sandwich from the snack shop in his office building and went back to eat at his desk. But on this day 2 1/2 years ago, he took his secretary’s advice to step out for a change of pace. On his way back from lunch, Terry noticed a sign in a window announcing that Kitty Loewy from WCKG-FM (105.9) would be doing a live remote broadcast from there the next day.
It would be a fair assumption to say that the vocal male contingent at Britney Spears’ sold-out concert Wednesday night at Allstate Arena wanted her in a big way. Get in line buddies. The 18-year-old princess of pop is pen pals with Prince William and rumored to be setting up house with ‘N Sync hottie Justin Timberlake.
On their second album, “No Strings Attached,” the members of ‘N Sync get down and even a little dirty. But is that such a good idea? Do we really want to hear them shout out “Ho, ho, ho!” on the rambunctious “Just Got Paid,” and wonder if they’re repeating Santa’s mantra or are referring to that other kind of ‘ho?
Glamour targets four risky habits that could make you a victim: You never check your credit report (experts say check for inaccurate information and take action immediately); You throw out old bills (shred them or tear them up); You use your birthday as a password (choose a password with personal meaning); You give out your Social Security number without question (it’s the most important information to protect).
A brief statement said the prospective parents “are happy to confirm the rumors that they are expecting a child at the end of this year.” “We would be grateful if the media would kindly allow us some privacy at this special time, and we thank you all for your good wishes,” said Ritchie, director of “Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels.”
It was Christmas 1942 when Edward Yaras proposed to Marie. He got down on bended knee and asked for her hand in marriage . . . in her closet.
You’d think that “Chicago”–which promises to tell the story of murder, greed, corruption, violence, exploitation, adultery and treachery–would be a bit of a downer. But throw in a Tony Award winning score by John Kander and Fred Ebb, some sexy choreography by Ann Reinking and a couple of celebs well-known to sitcom fans, and you have a musical in which the overall flashiness cloaks the underlying darkness of the play’s theme: That you’re only as important as your last 15 minutes of fame.
“They’re fundamentalist Christians. They chain smoke. Bullets bounce off them. They’re 12. The way things are going, Luther and Johnny Htoo, Burma’s armed messiahs, might not make it to 13.”
The night Mike Ostrowski met Carol Robinson, he was busy flirting with her young blond friend.