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Mop and Go

Welcome to hair-appointment hell. Francois? Mon dieu! He eez booked solid for the next free weeks!

My god, indeed. You’re starting to look like a prize-winning sheepdog at Westminster. What does it take to guarantee a seat in that ...

Jaw Breaker

Stressed? Of course you are.

Grinding your teeth at night? We hear you. But that mouth guard of yours is, well, icky. No wonder your significant other has been coming to bed late … you drool hound.

So until someone ...

A Rogue by Any Other Name

Maybe you’ve heard. Rick Marin’s written a memoir, Cad: Confessions of a Toxic Bachelor. It hits stores today.

Perfect. Right in time for Valentine’s Day, as we sit here scratching our heads over what goes on inside the mind ...

French Twist

Oh, the French. They’re just so wacky!

The insouciant way they gesticulate. Their — how you say? — penchant for obsessive love affairs. Their flexible notion of fidelité

And their need to expose the battle of the sexes on ...

Serious Dope

Congratulations! You finally figured out the difference between the Strokes and the Vines. You’ve painstakingly alphabetized your CD collection (strategically hiding your weak spot for Barry Manilow and Celine Dion). And your iPod is a fully loaded creature — a ...

Burn Rate

You know, we just so happen to think you have a lovely ass. We don’t even mind your pouchy little belly. (Oh, we’re the freaks? When was the last time you ordered your precious latte with whole milk?)

Lighten up, ...

Girls, Not Interrupted

Here’s the thing about psycho chicks: They’re kinda boring.

Met one, met ’em all. Pick a — yawn — issue: (1) obsessive phone calls or e-mails (the Stalker); (2) dependence on a neverending supply of psychopharms (Miss Any-Little-Pill-Will-Do); (3) inability ...