Is Milo the new Felicity?

NBC's Heroes is hands down the cult hit of the season. Much of that credit has to do with Milo Ventimiglia's story arc and his involvement with that whole "Save the Cheerleader, Save the World" business.
But with Heroes doing so well this season, one must ask, how much of its success is due to Milo's hair?




Just look at it and its swoopy goodness in all its glory. Look at the height those bangs get! Even Ken Paves tells Jessica Simpson, "Girl, I can get your hair as big as Texas, but it ain't gonna be Milo." That's right, "Milo" is now an adjective describing bang-itude.
But what if Milo cut. off. his. hair? Would the cheerleader climb her last pyramid and croak, thus ending the world? You never know, Milo/Peter Petrelli could have a bad day, plagiarizing a paper, choosing between Ben and Noel, and all of a sudden, SNIP!
The Peacock Network should seriously call in their lawyers to put a non-shears clause in Milo's contract, lest the ratings drop.

[Heroes, $Free, Mondays on NBC].

Thanks to Towleroad for the pics above (also in this month's Flaunt magazine).

Rock steady

I heart 30 Rock. Here's a reason why.

[30 Rock, $Free, Thursdays @ 930PM on NBC].

X-box

Last night's Saturday Night Live hosted by Justin Timberlake was easily the funniest of the year. Admittedly, that's not that difficult. But, it was back with a vengeance with at least 5 skits which garned my audible laugh. The rest of the 1.5 hour, I fastforwarded.
Andy Samberg's Digital Shorts are consistently the most hilarious thing going for the show, and it's a miracle, because he has a penis. SNL's ladies have ruled that show like it's the longest run of The Vagina Monologues. Not that we mind. We heart Amy Poehler.
Here's Samberg and Timberlake in "C*ck in a Box." Watch it, it's funny. And be warned about what Google thinks are appropriate ad content to this entry...

[Saturday Night Live, $Free, Saturdays @ 1130PM on NBC].

Get your grub on.

If you think porn is just for sex, think again. There's plenty of other salacious media out there for all kinds of things -- home decor, cars, hunting, powerboating. If something gets your rocks off, there's a magazine at the Barnes&Noble waiting for you. For everyday foodies, there's Everyday Food, published by none other than Martha Stewart.
Martha's a really dirty girl. The photography in all her titles is totally porntastic: everything is obscenely delicious, shiny, glistening, extra steamy, full frontal and meticulously produced. Not one freakin' sugar crystal on that Chocolate Tube Bundt on the covershot is awry and I want to impress you by putting it in my mouth. Whole. Oh yeah, just like that. Don't stop.
But here's where it gets amateur: allegedly, we can make all this stuff ourselves. Now that ain't like porn at all. I have yet to answer the door for a special pizza delivery or reprimanded for naughty behavior in a jacuzzi. But upon reading, you soon realize it is like porn. Because I don't have any of the ingredients or equipment to make a damn cake in my apartment. Fresh vanilla pods? Kitchen aid stand alone mixer? Milk (like from a cow)? If I did, don't you think I'd be making a chocolate bundt cake like ALL THE TIME?
Luckily I have this magazine to get me through until I get bundt caked again.

[Everyday Food magazine, $2.95 on newsstands (www.marthastewart.com/everydayfood).]

time goes by...

It may not be the fanciest or most blinged out watch, but Seiko's utilitarian friendly new Coutura World Time Alarm watch is certainly very chic.
Fitted with a dial ring that tells the time in posh locales like Rio, Dubai and Paris without having to readjust your watch, this Seiko is a jetsetter's dream.
Now you don't have to worry if Harvey Nichols is open at 6pm New York time.

[Seiko Coutura World Time Alarm Watch, about $400, (www.seiko.com)]

It's in the bag

Yes, I have a thing for the manbag. It happens when one must be constantly entertained/distracted on the city street. Between two communication devices (a mobile and a Sidekick), an iPod, a magazine and some kind of candy, I've got a ton of junk to carry. And this season's slim fitting pants don't offer much in pocket space.

This season, I'm obsessed with this series of bags from quirky brit Paul Smith. The trompe l'oiel effect (it's coated canvas kids, not leather) means you won't have to worry about inopportune scratches or nicks on otherwise pristine skins bags.

The best of the lot is the weekender bag (not pictured). Perfect for lugging around your cashmere sweater and APC jeans for a quickie holiday jaunt.

[Trompe L'oeil bags by Paul Smith, Prices vary, (www.paulsmith.co.uk)]

E Coli is the new mastercleanse, which was the new zone, which was the new atkins

E Coli is having the Best Year Ever. It's EVERYWHERE. On the news. In your salad. Hanging out at Taco Bell.
E Coli is like the Tom Cruise of opportunistic bacterial infection world. It seeks you out, sucks the life from you, and leaves you like a thousand times skinnier (ahem, Nicole Kidman. And Katie, You In Danger, Girl.)
And like a Tom Cruise movie, you go in unwittingly, thinking you'll enjoy a little cinema, and leave thinking, "I really could have done without that." Isn't that how you feel after eating a chalupa from Taco Bell?
And like Tom's svengali act on Nicki Kidman, E Coli totally upgrades your profile. Taco Bell used to just give you an upset stomach and maybe the runs. Now it gives you a flat out condition: Hemolytic Uremic Syndrome or even Thrombotic Thrombocytopenic Purpura. Taco Bell totally got promoted.

[E Coli, $free. Coming to a processed bag of salad greens or baby carrots near you.]