Posts with tag drinking

We haven't seen her reaction yet, but we have a feeling that Kate Winslet is not going to be pleased about the drastic Photoshop job on the cover of the latest issue of Parade Magazine. Good grief! They made her look like a country western singer who's had too much work done!

As much as we hate to admit, we're practically a feather weight when it comes to drink. Two glasses of wine and we're TKO'd. Apparently so are many members of the NY Democratic Party. Last week, the Party warned delegates about the height difference between Denver and New York putting out a disclaimer that said "Remember that drinks may go to your head faster than you're used to in New York."

Now we've all heard plenty of drinking myths – about straws, brawls, and everything in between. But this was one we'd never uncovered the truth to... until now.

We've all been there. One too many glasses of vino somehow found its way past our lips, and the next morning, it's not a pretty sight. Sallow, dry, blotchy skin does not make for a good beauty day. So--blah, blah, blah drink lots of water, but that doesn't help for hours. Check out the gallery for my top three hangover helpers.

We follow Amy Winehouse for a plethora of reasons -- when she started out she had a hip new sound. She's undeniably talented, and her style, as strange as it seemed to some with that crazy beehive, was at least original within this decade. But her fall from glory has been fast and hard. And it seems she's only going to keep sinking lower.

Well this should upset her, even if the A-Rod thing doesn't. The New York Times has tolled the death bell on Madonna's fashion influence. She's...boring!

It's bad when the Gray Lady calls you a gray lady. Bestey Johnson likened her look to Christie Brinkley going to court. Whoa there Bestey! As lovely as Ms. Brinkley is, she's never going to inspire gay men to dress like her for Halloween. Well, not the fun ones anyway.

Madonna turns 50 in a few weeks, on August 16th. (Yeah, she's a Leo - shocker, right?) Her age comes up in the article, along with the reminder that she's a mom, and the idea that maybe just can't get away with doing wild stuff any more. Cause you know, she's given birth and she's old.

We happen to think it's crazy for people to write off Madonna. How many times does she have to reinvent herself to prove that she is superhuman? Kinda boring in terms of partying (i.e. no drinking or drugs), but I bet she can stay out dancing all night, do the best moves and then have dirty group sex -- as a top and a bottom -- with all the hottest DJs, if she felt like it.

What do people expect? That she turn up in a Hanes Underwear commercial with Michael Jordan? Please, only Charlie Sheen could sink so low. That said, yeah, this dress is hideous. Enough with the Candace Bergen/Murphy Brown neckwear collection!

We at Styledash are unabashed fans of Jezebel.com. We have long enjoyed their edgy and witty writers--but then we saw them in person.

Last week on Shoot the Messenger, The Daily Show co-creator Lizz Winstead (pictured)'s weekly live show in New York, Jezebel writers Tracie Egan and Moe Tkacik showed up drunk, kept drinking, and said some outrageous things about rape. That's right. Rape. It wasn't funny. The audience was infuriated and saddened, and I know, because as a New York blogger who happens to have three friends on that show, I was there.

Whit Honea is a slacker, a borderline degenerate, and a daydream believer. He's also our resident expert on casual chic. If it's comfortable, and not heinous, he's all over it. He's quite charming, really.

Hola, nuestros amigos, hoy es mayo quinto. ¿Por qué no celebrar por el estilo?

That's right, we just dropped Spanish on your ass. We're pretty sure we said, "Hello, our friends, today is May 5th. Why not celebrate in style?" However, we could have been telling you about the pencil we had for lunch. It's a tricky language.

Comfy Cozy makes stuff that glows in the dark. That's their thing, like drinking too much in public is mine. Everyone has their niche.

One of their more popular items is the glow in the dark pillowcase. By day the cases feature a picture on them that is bright and colorful, and you know what happens when the lights go out. That's when the magic happens. It's business time.

I am a parent of two small boys and they would love something like this. It would make the transition away from the nightlight all the easier. However, when I saw this product I didn't think about my kids. I thought about me, walking through the dark after a midnight diaper change using my iPhone as a flashlight and how nice it would be to have a beacon to guide me back to bed. I also thought about how handy it would be coming home late at night to have a large glowing sign saying "lay your drunk-ass head here." I could crawl right into bed without waking the wife. This damn pillowcase could save my marriage! (I usually think of my kids first, I swear.)

Comfy Cozy, you make a swell product here, and I'm sure the kids think it is awesome, but you're missing an untapped market (don't forget my cut).

How many times have you found yourself waking up with a pounding headache and a mouth that tastes like cat butt? About 4 or 5 times a week, right? I hear ya. I don't know how many times I have spent a hungover morning trying to retrace my steps to see a) how I spent my entire paycheck, and b) exactly how much I drank. Generally speaking this is where I make empty promises to myself like "I'm never going to drink again. At least no more than 4 beers on any given night."

The problem with such plans, best laid as they are, is that somewhere along the line I tend to forget whether the beer in my hand is number two or number eight three. Math becomes involved and after carrying the one, having a slice of pie and dangling a participle- oh wait, that's my grammar issue, I'm suddenly more beers into the night then I ever intended. It's a trust issue.

That's why I'm just all sorts of tickled about the Beer Tracker. It is yet another in a long line of novelty bottle openers, but unlike the others that I have it doesn't play "Bear Down" or throw out quotes from Homer (the Simpson, not the poet). No, the Beer Tracker counts. It counts every beer that you open on a digital screen right on the handle. Now the only confusion that you could possibly encounter is if you happen to open beers for someone else, in which case it's right back to the drawing board. Of course, you could always carry an extra in case this happens. I suggest the Homer.

Not that I'd ever ask anyone to curb the crazy, drunken, "I can't believe I slept with that guy" antics that are sure to ensue this New Year's Eve, but let's remember ladies: nobody thinks you look good when you're passed out with alcohol poisoning.

I know, you ate more Christmas cookies than you should have, and I know, you were hoping to look good in the hot new dress you picked up for going out tonight, but seriously -- eat something. Otherwise you might end up like the woman profiled on Jezebel yesterday, who, after a night out, was found hunched over in the front seat of her car -- practically comatose with a blood alcohol level of .55.

So remember: give the diet a rest tonight, and get loaded with a clean conscience. Happy New Year!

It's long been held that certain glasses enhance the experience of drinking wine, whiskey, cognac, etc. I'm a beer-drinker, so I've never paid much attention to the shape of my glass -- until now.

Samuel Adams claims to have redesigned the beer glass -- not to make it better looking or easier to hold, but in a way that makes the beer taste better. Changes include a beaded rim and outward turning lip (presumably to help emancipate the beer's full flavor), and the walls are thinner to keep your brewski colder while you hold it.

After taking their inspiration from French wine experts, the company turned over 30 of the best designs to a team of scientists, who tested each glass for features like rim angle, top diameter, etc. Finally, after much deliberation, the final prototype was ready, and sent to a German glassmaker for mass production.

I know the company wasn't focusing on looks, but I think the new design is actually more aesthetically appealing than it's more straightforward predecessor. But the real question is: does it make the beer taste better? You may have to do a little field research to find that answer for yourself.

Earlier, I noted Britney Spears' recent foray into cowgirl hooker fashion. Given her new taste in clothing, and her tendency towards drinking like a fish, I think I've found the perfect gift for the fallen star: the Booze Belt.

Not only is this device highly practical, it adds a fun Western flare to any wardrobe choice. I think it'd look especially nice with a pair of Wranglers and some kitschy cowboy boots. Plus, on the rare occasion you're not drinking, I'm sure you could put guns in there, which is handy.

Unfortunately, alcohol is not included, but the belt does come with all the shot glasses you'll need. So grab some tequila, hit the range, and get your drink on!

Special bonus: the belt seems to be held together not by a buckle, but by a cheap plastic clasp -- awesome!

Summer is coming. And with the warmer weather comes the opportunity to ditch you shoes for the ultimate in laid-back, lazy-day footwear: the flip-flop sandal.

But why be content with a normal sandal, when you can have one that distributes booze? Seriously. How else are you going to sneak your favorite whiskey onto that alcohol-free beach than by cleverly concealing it inside the polyurethane encapsulated flask in the heel of your new pair of Reefs? (Not that I would do that -- just sayin'.)

Even if you frequent a beach where drinking is condoned, isn't it worth drinking like this just to impress your friends?

Plus, while I've never owned a pair of Reef sandals, word on the street is they're pretty comfortable. Although, as Uncrate notes: "after drinking all the Beam you've hidden in the heels, we doubt that will even be an issue."

[via BoingBoing]

We're deep into the cool days of autumn, and soon the frigid nights of winter will arrive. With the changing of the seasons, the brewmasters of the world bring us a little something special: seasonal beers. Last night, it was cold and rainy here in Georgia, and I decided it was time to tap into the world of a winter brew.

My choice? Sierra Nevada Celebration Ale. I had a couple reasons for my pick: (1) I'm of a fan of the year-round Sierra Nevada Pale Ale, (2) The label was so enticing -- I just couldn't resist. The picture of the snow-covered cottage and Christmas-colored text made it feel like December (and it just looks cool).

I'm usually one to pick more of a rare brew, rather than mainstream, but the Celebration Ale is just plain good. It's got a very strong taste ("robust" in beer terminology) and will leave that warm, satisfied feeling in your stomach and in your face. The Sierra Nevada website lists several awards for this ale, along with a quote from the San Francisco Chronicle: "...best beer ever made in America."

It's always more interesting to try beers like this, instead of sticking to the standard brews!