Single O.B.O.

In Los Angeles, life is like a used car advertisement: $3500, or best offer (O.B.O.); Plastic surgeon with a house in the hills, O.B.O.; entertainment executive with private jet, O.B.O. Whether a party invitation, a date, or marriage, nobody is willing to commit because they are always waiting for that better offer. I find this so irritating. It is a reason to loathe this city. Try planning a dinner party when you don't know for sure who is going to attend.

When I throw a dinner, it's an occasion you want to attend, nothing but the finest wines and a meal that takes me all week to plan.I recall one time when I was hosting a dinner for eight of my close friends. A girl who I thought to be a good friend didn't show. At first I thought she was delayed by traffic, but after an hour, several messages and no reply, I assumed the worst - she had a freak car accident and was in the emergency room or there had been a death in the family. She was Canadian, notoriously reliable by nationality, so there was no way she could have just flaked. Weeks later when I finally heard from her, I discovered that I was wrong. This was one Canadian that had been in Los Angeles too long. Time to rescind her passport.

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Manscaping Part Two: Why Men Color Their Hair

In the Madmen era, men went to the barber for a buzz cut, swiped on some brylcreem, splashed on a little cologne and they were good to go. Today, men spend almost as much time on personal grooming as women do - getting manicures, pedicures, waxing and hair coloring. Male celebrities such as Brad Pitt, Patrick Dempsey, Ben Stiller and Will Smith color their hair to stay looking youthful for the screen, so why can’t the every day man? Well, it turns out they can and they do, especially here in Los Angeles where they not only frequent the salon, but have their own colorist.  In this blog, we’ll find out more about why men color their hair, whether it’s to appear younger, look more confident, feel more confident, or get more women.

The Expiration Date On Sperm...

“Bachelor number one is a successful magazine tycoon who enjoys lounging poolside in silk robes, throwing lingerie parties for his friends and drinking a Viagra-laced fiber supplement for breakfast.” If The Dating Game were around today, Jim Lange might use that description to introduce Hugh Hefner. Sound appealing to a 24-year-old model? Apparently, yes.  

Hugh Hefner, the 85-year-old founder of Playboy magazine and America’s most infamous bachelor, has decided to tie the knot for the third – and reportedly last – time to Crystal Harris, a woman who is young enough to be his granddaughter. Last week Hef and his blushing bride set their wedding date as June 18, 2011. I’d be blushing too if I were engaged to an octogenarian.

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Manscaping Part 1: Wax On, Wax Off

I was recently in my dermatologist's waiting room where I met a hetero - or rather metro - guy who was there to get laser hair removal. I didn’t ask where. This got me thinking about manscaping. Women have always been obsessed with personal grooming – from manicures and pedicures to bikini waxes and facial. But, now male grooming is more popular than ever. Is it just in ego-centric cities like Los Angeles, or is it happening everywhere? I once had boyfriend who would rather look like an old man than let me trim one errant brow hair. You would think I was performing open-heart surgery on him without anesthetic by the look on his face. Join me at Anastasia Brow Salon in Beverly Hills as I try hitting below the belt on the subject of male grooming. 

Checkmate. Check Please!

My girlfriend and I had planned a girl’s night out to drink some wine and catch up on every single detail of each other’s lives. We were seated at the bar of Bouchon where she was having a glass of Triennes Viognier from Provence and I, a glass of heavily-oaked Molnar Chardonnay from the Carneros, while enjoying the salmon rillettes. There were two men to our left, not together but obviously single. The one closest, and next to my friend, was ordering far too much food for one person so my all too naïve and friendly girlfriend struck up a little benign food chit-chat. Evidently, he was a chef from Dallas. I had lost her attention.

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Dancing Queen: Part Two

Lennie Takes A Lesson

Join me as I do a little cha-cha-cha with Rumen, my ha-ha-hot coyote-bait dance instructor and discover how sexy and seductive dancing can be.