I was wearing chokers when you were a gleam in your mother's eye, maybe even your mother's mother's eye, depending on how young your mother was08/26/16 Blog
Most people can recall a parental figure saying something along the lines of, "Bell bottoms are back in style? I should have never gotten rid of anything! I'd be cool again!" When you are young, this kind of remark is annoying at best, something that elders say while discussing how many miles they walked to school and which directions the hills went, and how many warm potatoes they carried in their pockets because back then you were grateful for what you had. ...
08/23/16 Music & Concerts
When it comes to Category: Spirited Debates, the arts and entertainment side of the newsroom has it in spades. While talk of politics and crime typically circulate around the building, pop music/culture critic Jay Cridlin and I recently had this Spirited Debate:
Jay has become kind of fed up with the Canadian megastar's people-pleasing sound, which he explores in this week's cover story. "From the permafrost far below, your friendly Canadian rap god appears to be idling atop his Olympus," the story goes, "pleasing all kinds of people but going nowhere in the process." Drake, he posited, can only live in the middle for so long....
08/16/16 Music & Concerts
The shortness was the thing.
Natalie Maines' shortness, to be specific. As a short, blond teenager who was annoyed with everyone, I was intrigued by the short, blond woman who looked annoyed with everyone.
She was the lead singer of a new country band called the Dixie Chicks. On the album cover, she walked with her tall, lithe bandmates, wearing all black, a devilish smirk on her face....
My primary memories from those long, lazy days of summer vacation involve waking up around noon and watching back-to-back episodes of The Price Is Right, Supermarket Sweep and Charles in Charge.
However, occasionally the family would bust out and go somewhere thrilling, like a theme park. Add up everyone's "occasionally" and you have a Mouse House full of elbow-to-elbow fanatics, wearing out the finals days of freedom from academics....
Remember that time on Monday when Olympic athlete Pita Taufatofua appeared on the Today show?
Remember that time hosts Hoda Kotb and Jenna Bush Hager scrambled to lustily rub him down with coconut oil, but an uncomfortable Natalie Morales chose to simply oil herself?...
TAMPA — Swimming in the balls at the Beach Tampa is a core strength workout, a relaxation massage and an opportunity to not take yourself seriously.
The interactive art project opened for a three-week installation Friday at Amalie Arena. Reporters and select guests were invited to a preview two hours before it opened to the public.
The pit of 1.2 million white balls designed to look like water is the brainchild of New York design firm Snarkitecture. The balls, which Snarkitecture partners say are antimicrobial to fight germs, gradually slide off a "sandy" platform, beckoning you to get in. The whole thing is surrounded by mirrors, which makes everything appear endless....
So, you don't want to dress like Harley Quinn?
Crazy, I know. San Diego Comic Con, the big daddy that kicked off the nation's convention season in July, was a good indicator that DC's sexy, deranged jester will be the costume du jour at this weekend's Tampa Bay Comic Con. And why not? With Margot Robbie's turn as Harley in Suicide Squad, out Friday, the character is hot. She has a sense of humor, and a lot of style....
As I've said before, I have a real tops deficiency.
I try to buy dressy tops and I never buy dressy tops. For whatever reason, I always end up with dozens of dresses and jackets, and like, four long sleeved thermal tops I bought to wear to South Korea in winter once. It's a real problem.
So, it was kind of a rock bottom move when I happened upon three tops I sort of-kind of liked at Dillard's recently. They weren't the best prices. In fact, I thought they were on a bigger sale than they were, until I got to the register and realized I read the sign wrong. And furthermore, one had -- gasp -- cap sleeves....
I had an overwhelming feeling wash over me on the way into work the other afternoon.
"I might not make it."
It was so oppressively hot that I felt as if I might, just, you know, stop moving. Not die, exactly, but just sit down and cease to go forward. What was anyone supposed to do with this heat, I mean, honestly, other than invest in a portable cooling robot?...
07/29/16 Human Interest
It was a summer day in Washington, D.C., and Penny Vinik had time to kill before meeting her son.
For most, the answer would be coffee and smartphone. But Penny headed to the National Building Museum, to an interactive exhibit called the Beach.
The line was two hours long. She didn't have two hours, but felt an urgent pull to see it. She bought a membership and got in faster.
Inside, she saw a sea of plastic balls, scaffolding, beach chairs, umbrellas, all white as cumulus clouds on a clear, 70-degree day. Against the starkness, she saw grandmothers, teenagers, babies. Colors seemed to explode....
Maybe we'll never have Sweet Home Alabama or The Devil Went Down to Georgia. We can definitely let go of the dream of staking claim to a standard like New York, New York.
But when it comes to associating songs with our state, Florida is no slouch. This weekend brings Pitbull, a.k.a. Mr. 305, a.k.a. Mr. Worldwide, in concert at Amalie Arena. As pop music/culture critic Jay Cridlin explores in this issue, Visit Florida (and in part you, taxpayers) is paying Pitbull to act as a tourism ambassador. Who can blame them? Mr. Bull has at least one song that proclaims, "Sexy beaches! Hotels!"...
Wondering what Ivanka Trump wore on stage at the closing night of the Republican National Convention to introduce her father, Donald Trump? She (or her people) made it very easy to find out.
On Twitter Friday, @IvankaTrump posted a link to her look, a pale pink sheath, a color choice that was likely no coincidence given that every pundit and commentator believes she may help soften her father's image....
Last year, the Deal Divas did this really weird thing in which we got out of bed in the middle of the night, put on FRESH pajamas and then headed to the Sunrise Sale in and around downtown St. Petersburg. It was ridiculous, made no sense and was tons of fun. Michelle stood in line for eternity to get BOGO olive oil, and Lisa feel deeply in love with a lamp (they're still going strong). Please relive all of the exploits from last year RIGHT HERE. And RIGHT HERE ALSO. ...
With Florida feeling like a permanent steam bath, everyone is getting out of town for a summer escape.
Our features staff needs vacation, too. Events editor Sharon Kennedy Wynne just got back from an Italian dream trip. Food editor Michelle Stark went to New York City to see Hamilton on Broadway before Lin-Manuel Miranda left the cast, which you can read all about in Latitudes on Sunday. Entertainment news editor Caitlin E. O'Conner, a familiar face in this column space, traveled to Niagara Falls and the Finger Lakes, where her boyfriend proposed. Congratulate the happy couple!...
I was driving into work listening to Slate's Dear Prudence podcast, one of my faves on steady rotation, and host Mallory Ortberg said something that really stuck with me. She said, in essence, if Kurt Russell and Goldie Hawn ever break up, we will all pretty much rise up from our earthly vessels, because that means the kind of adult, mature love that allows two people to live unmarried yet happily is officially Not A Thing. I'm putting words in her mouth. She said, "If they ever split up, I think everyone's gonna lose it." It's true. They've been together since 1983, which is exactly how long I've been alive. It is also how long you have to be with someone to willingly accept the absurd facial hair he grew to be in a Quentin Tarantino movie. I picture her rolling her eyes and issuing a playful embargo on smooches until after the premiere. Oh, Goldie! Oh Kurt!...