Actress, writer, and schadenfreude connoisseur, Jenny Mollen Biggs lives in a world that many of us only wish to visit someday: the world of imaginary things. Both reviled by conservatives and heralded by the Huffington Post, Jenny’s social media presence is unmistakably that of a post-modern provocateur, consistently delivering ironic self-reflective tweets and Instagram photos to instigate and amuse. In this newfound role as a spinner of tall tales, Jenny has written a standing column for Playboy’s The Smoking Jacket, aptly titled ‘What She Said,’ and recently signed a book deal with St Martin’s Press for her collection of comedic essays entitled ‘I Like You Just The Way I Am.’
Have you ever planned a clothing swap party? “Just the way it never rains when you have an umbrella, you’ll never run into people if you look fantastic. But go outside in pajamas, and you’ll run into every ex you have.” – Tim Gunn Perhaps it’s time for a new wardrobe. What better way than shopping your friends’ closet?
Mixology fans, have I got a treat for you. In an old auto-body shop in the divisively self proclaimed NoHo Arts District, lives a bar helmed by Jonny Whitton (Seven Grand & Villains Tavern) and road readied by the Liquid Assests dynamic duo of Marcos Tello and Aidan Demarest. Gourmet Latin cuisine is on the menu, […]
Who doesn’t love a good fight? Especially when that fight involves brandishing steel and swarthy swashbuckling. Seriously, do we need one more reason to love Los Angeles? Check it: the duo responsible for the memorable fights in Hook, Master and Commander, Zorro, Tengu, and Army of Darkness is ready to put a sword in your […]
This post first appeared on Move LifeStyle by Jenn Wong Maybe I’m contrarian, but I think the month of love is desperately in need of a makeover. While I appreciate the intended sentiment of Valentine’s Day, I’m slightly peeved by the holiday’s tendency to divide us women into categories of coupled or not. […]
I think the month of love is desperately in need of a makeover. While I appreciate the intended sentiment of Valentine’s Day, I’m slightly peeved by the holiday’s tendency to divide us women into categories of coupled or not. Apart from the highly politicized fact that couples no longer look like the bride and groom cake toppers of the fifties, the current definition of love begs to be expanded beyond that of showering the real or imagined ‘love of your life’ with the sum total of our adoration and attention.
Valentine’s Day: the celebration of overprix-fixe plates, pressure laden plans of romantic bliss, and otherwise available single ladies crying themselves to sleep over re-runs of Sex in the City. So depressing that it kinda makes you want to re-live your last awkward moment of single-hood, the one where you went stag and got drunk in […]
I have an affinity for mulled wine, not only because my father is a certifiable wino, by the fact that he turned my mother’s office into a walk-in wine cellar, not that he is homeless and drinks out of a brown paper bag… (not that there’s anything wrong with that…), but mostly because when I […]
This post first appeared on Move LifeStyle I am a capital C, capital F, Control Freak. I love labels, label makers, colored pencils and all the tools of organization that the Container Store has to offer. When I was in high school, my friends called me ‘MOM’ because of the enormous day planner that was […]
I lived and died by my watch. It was the metronome that kept my life from falling apart. I could parcel my life into incremental bite size moments that I could control, measure, file away and admire after their completion, but when I was with Mark, I had to take the watch off. It was his rule. Because, when I was with him, I was off the clock.