We were all pretty surprised when Halle Berry, 46, announced that she was pregnant. We're even more surprised that Halle seems to be going the Kim Kardashian route when it comes to maternity wear -- well, within reason.
Anyone want to make a fast buck here? I think I've identified a large hole in the marketing-to-boomers market and the first one to fill it is going to be rich -- seriously rich, I tell you.
The problem that needs to be fixed is this: There is no place for midlifers to go dancing. No, I'm not talking about taking tango lessons with your husband because your therapist thinks it will reignite something long dead in your marriage. Nor am I talking about those Country-Western line dancing places where you're supposed to wear cowboy boots and a hat.
Change a tire, carve a turkey, ask for a raise. Last week we listed these as some of the things every woman should know how to do by age 50. But what about the men? Surely women aren’t the only half of the population who should be imbued with a certain amount of knowledge by the time they reach midlife.
One of the best things about New York City is the many inspiring people you see on the streets everyday. For example, we recently met Pratt Institute student Kyla Rae in Union Square, and the second we caught a glimpse of her flawless skin, we immediately grilled her on her beauty routine.
Growing up in the projects off of 8-Mile Road in Detroit, my mother prayed for one thing -- not for an end to poverty, not for the safety of her siblings, not even for racial equality being a part of the first integrated class in her high school. The one thing she prayed for was "long hair like Betty." Mom's friend Betty was a light-skinned girl with soft locks that cascaded past her shoulders like a chocolate waterfall. My mother would pull at her own nappy roots with the hope that they would one day grow out and make her pretty and "passable" like her friend.
I've always thought of myself as the unofficial President of the Rick Owens Fan Club (ROFC), with more of the brand's signature leather jackets hanging in my wardrobe than I care to admit. Why? Simple. Rick Owens is a legend; no one does 'glamour-meets-grunge' better.
