Tuesday, May 26, 2009

B’way Closing Bombs with Drivers

Friday, May 22, 2009

NY Post: Page Six- Ben Doubles Up

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

NY Post: Flirty Sanchez

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Flirty Sanchez

WALKING sex has a new name, ladies.

And that name (although, really, who even needs that?) is Mark Sanchez, the succulent new All-American quarterback for the Jets who was boldly snatched in a surprise draft move last month.

Only 22 years old, the Latino hottie is bona fide cougar bait as he prances around in a “Baywatch”-style spread in the new June issue of GQ. The racy pictorial features the young star romping around topless, in swim trunks and ever so gently (yet firmly!) grasping one lucky lady.

Don’t care about football? Something tells us now you will.

Friday, May 15, 2009


Tee hee, glasses

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Coup De Bra: Marry-Kari Time! Hubby-Hunting Brassieres

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Coup de bra

SLURRING along the words to “Single Ladies” on a Saturday night yet again? No worries, sister: All you need is Japan’s new magical man-nabbing bra!

This week, lingerie company Triumph International introduced the Konkatsu (or “Husband Hunting Bra”), which, yes, is just as terrible and brilliant as you might imagine. It comes complete with a ticking marriage countdown clock underneath the bra cups and a pair of detachable, heart-shaped oven mitts. Believe it or not, it gets better.

“If she gets engaged,” explains Triumph’s Patricia McMillan, “she inserts the engagement ring into the bra cups, and the ‘Wedding March’ plays. But if she doesn’t and the clock reaches zero, the display will flash and beep.”

Wearing a ticking clock under your boobs? Yeah, that’s not psycho at all.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009


Look it’s me. I’m just like us!

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

I did a story on radical honesty a while back

I really liked it. Doing the story. It was a cool story. Changed my life to be quite honest.

So the founder Brad Blanton has kept in touch with me. Oh, and here’s the original post I did on him, where we’re talking about being honest. And I said how I get irritated answering 900 million times a day when someone comes up to me as a 6′2″ chick and says, “You’re so tall!”

Yeah, so here’s an excerpt of that Q&A.

BLANTON: So if someone says, “God you’re so tall, do you get offended by it still?”

STADTMILLER: I don’t get annoyed. It’s just boring. It’s like going up to a black person and saying, “You’re really black. What’s it like being so black?”

BLANTON: Well boredom is anger and you haven’t expressed your anger sufficiently to all those other people that ask you about being tall. You still have a lot of resentment about people judging you as tall and probably some resentment about being tall. So when someone says, “What’s it like being so tall?” just say, “F— you! Eat s— and die and I resent you for saying I’m so tall.”

STADTMILLER: (Laughs) But then wouldn’t that just foster the resentment?

BLANTON: No. You have to be a little patient now. It’ll get you through the process that allows you to not be bothered by it one way or the other -

STADTMILLER: If I say, “I resent you for saying that,” then I would appear like this easily hurt social leper.

BLANTON: You’re worried about how you would appear, see? That’s what you think your identity is. It doesn’t matter how you appear. You’ll appear differently in another half a minute anyway because people’s registry of how you appear changes very dynamically. For a while you appear to be a leper of some sort and a little while later you’ll appear to be someone who’s very brave and willing to talk about things honestly. Later on you’ll appear as a kind of person to be trusted because you’re not going to be withholding from them all the time. Give it a shot and see.

…That exchange is from my lengthy interview with “radical honesty” pioneer Brad Blanton which you can read as a nypost.com extra here.

And the feature for The Post about being radically honest for a day can be found here.

(Also – if you enjoyed either of these, I highly recommend reading A.J. Jacobs’ hilarious account of participating in this movement for Esquire here.)

Which as my friend Lester Nelson noted, now whenever anyone mentions to him that he’s tall (Les is 6′2″), he simply says, “F— you! Eat s— and die and I resent you for saying I’m so tall!” It makes me laugh just writing that. HA HA HA HA! Awesome. Cool.

I thought of this because some friendly sporto dude who was a close talker looked at me recently in an elevator and said (with all the energy and enthusiasm that he was the first guy to ever ask me this): “I’m sorry, I just have to ask. How tall ARE you?” And I smiled at him and said, “Six-two!” He asked, “Basketball?” And I said, “No! I suck at basketball!” And we both had a good laugh. And then I shared with him the only two sports tips I know in the entire world: 1) To make a good free throw, pretend that you are throwing it up and out of a telephone booth. 2) To bowl well, pretend that you are shaking hands with the lane. “Hey, thanks!” he said. Then we smiled and laughed, and we wished each other well by not saying anything at all.

Blanton wrote me the nicest email a few weeks ago when I was writing about trying — and risking. It made me happy. So here is a portion of it. If you like what he wrote then, hey, try being a little more honest, too.

Hi Mandy– My friend and brother-in-law Jack Stork tells me he has been keeping up with you since you wrote that article about sporadical honesty about a year ago, and that he thinks you are a fine person and I just looked at your web site and I agree entirely. Your reader’s digest condensed version of conversation with your friends about being single and trying to share your life and their advice and your responses was just wonderful and you are a very open and sharing person and I love you.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009


Nothing makes me laugh harder than this photo of my nieces. Seriously.