So there I was, trying to decide whether or not to have brownies or ice cream for my Friday afternoon sugar crash snack, and I decided, "What the hell, it’s Friday — I’ll have both." As I was spooning the mix (with bonus M&Ms) into my mouth, Trish Bendix emailed me. Subj: Photo for Afternoon Delight. And I thought, "Awesome. Triple chocolate delight and hot chicks!" So I clicked the link, and guess who it was?
I’m sorry, Jillian Michaels, but your chocolate chip muffin recipe should be renamed "sandpaper muffin recipe." And I don’t know what quinoa is, so stop telling me to add it to everything.
And then, just as I was digging back into my ice cream, Trish Bendix sent me another photo.
Hi there, Anna Paquin. I guess it’s Bisexual Women On Magazine Covers Day. And also Trish Bendix Hates My Snack Day.
Speaking of unattainable bodies and magazine covers, British department store Debenhams has decided to stop airbrushing all of their photographs. Earlier this year, Debenhams displayed plus-sized mannequins in store windows and hired models of all shapes and sizes for their spring campaign. Now, for their new swimsuit window displays, they’ll be showing photographs of models with notations about what would have normally been Photoshopped, along with the text: "We’ve not messed with natural beauty; this image is unairbrushed. What do you think?"
I think: good for you, Debenhams, even though that model is clearly a size zero.
Good news from FrontierVille: I finally got my wife! Her name is Farmer Sarah Walker. And she can flat wallop a gopher!
The results from yesterday’s poll are in, and look who won: The Boy Who Lived!
If only Skins had won, I could have given you top secret movie news. (Joking! I’m joking! I don’t know anything! But I do have an interview with Jack Thorne coming up. Maybe I can crack him!)
The Real L Word premieres Sunday night (as I think you know by now), and if you missed Trish Bendix’s announcement this morning about AfterEllen’s coverage, here it is again:
Today’s Afternoon Delight is brought to you by this tiny little pig in his wittle red wellies. Because you know what? This pig doesn’t judge my afternoon snack.
Something you want to add to Afternoon Delight? A hot chick of the