New York Post

I'm going to be in tomorrow's New York Post, so check it out! I'll post a link when the article is available online. (It's about the book.)

Inside American Airlines

So I watched the most interesting documentary on CNBC tonight called "Inside American Airlines." It's aired a couple times this past week. Did anyone else see it? If you haven't, you MUST. The next time it's on is Sunday, October 29th.

Here's some info on it:

Inside American Airlines: A week in the life

And some reviews...

"Fascinating..." The Seattle Times

"A journey well worth taking..." The Fort Worth Star-Telegram

"[An] engrossing portrait of the world's biggest airline..." Newsday

And one more intertesting article I found on the Internet:

MSNBC - Behind the scenes at the world's biggest airline

Gee George, what a brilliant idea

"Bush says he will consult with generals on change of tactics in Iraq."

Do you think this just dawned on him today? "You know, maybe we should change what we're doing over there because things aren't going so well."

The Best Part of This Story...

is that Haley Joel Osment drives a 1995 Saturn.

Haley Joel Osment Pleads No Contest to DUI

Of Course He's Gay

Did I not just admit that I had a crush on him? I did. If you read Save Karyn, you'll know this is a thing with me. I'm often attracted to men who end up being gay.

EXCLUSIVE: Grey's Anatomy star T.R. Knight Confirms He's Gay
THURSDAY OCTOBER 19, 2006 03:30PM EST

Grey's Anatomy T.R. Knight is gay, he has confirmed exclusively to PEOPLE.

"I guess there have been a few questions about my sexuality, and I'd like to quiet any unnecessary rumors that may be out there," Knight tells PEOPLE in a statement. "While I prefer to keep my personal life private, I hope the fact that I'm gay isn't the most interesting part of me."

Feel My Boobies

It's October, Breast Cancer Awareness month. While I was browsing around online, I came across a website called Feel Your Boobies.


It was started by a breast cancer survivor to raise money and awareness for the cause. The name of the website not only made me laugh, it made me want to get involved.

I briefly thought about starting my own charity called "Feel My Boobies." I could sell t-shirts that we could wear around town, inviting strangers to fondle us.

However, after giving it some thought, I decided against it. No one wants strangers to fondle them. I certainly don't. (People I know, on the other hand, are more than welcome to feel me up.)

Instead, I donated $1,000 to the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation, and I'm looking for you to match it. Y'all were champs for UNICEF back in July, so open those wallets once again if you can. All we need is $5 from 200 people to meet the goal. Here is my team page:

Karyn Bosnak Team


As a bit of incentive, anyone who donates at least $20 will get a little 20 Times a Lady notebook:


And, anyone who donates the entire $1,000 will get to feel my boobies. Seriously. For like five minutes, I'll totally let you.

Being Told No

I went to Connecticut this past weekend to see my sister and niece, and I have to share these pics with you. They're of Nora crying after 'Kay Kay' (that's me) told her 'no.' Apparently she doesn't hear the word 'no' very often. (Click the pics to make them bigger.)

Isn't she the cutest thing ever??? With those big lips and cheeks? And four teeth? I love her.

The Best Children's Book

So, my sister sees this children's book called How Big is a Pig?




She flips through it, and it's filled with pics of animals, and Nora likes animals, so she buys it. When she gets home, she reads it to Nora. There are dogs, hens, frogs, etc. inside, and Nora seems to like it, so it seems like a pretty good book. But then, at the end, it reveals who the biggest pig of them all is... (Click the pics to make them bigger.)



Yes, MOMMY is the biggest pig of them all.

Needless to say, my sister threw the book away. I pulled it out of the garbage, however, so I could scan it and share it with you.

It's Beverly's Birthday Today

She's four. I asked her what she's gonna do on her big day and she said, "Um... sleep, go potty, sleep, eat, sleep, go potty again, sleep, eat again, sleep."

Visit Beverly at Dogster.

Confession: Sunday Night TV

I tell people I watch 60 Minutes on Sunday nights even though I really watch America's Funniest Home Videos.

Another confession: I laugh my arse off at AFV even though I wanna bitch-slap Tom Bergeron.

And another: I laugh hardest at the videos of people falling down.

Blogger Beta

I'm changing over to Blogger Beta, so things might look different for a few days until I figure out how to get everything back to normal.

Don't Play the Numbers Game

An article about your "number" in the Toronto Sun that mentions 20 Times a Lady:

Don't play The Numbers game
At the end of the day, there is no point grilling lovers about their past lives
By ANN MARIE MCQUEEN, SUN MEDIA

When two young people fall for each other, it's like the elephant in the room: Who, exactly, came before they came together?

It's called The Number. And just like a birth certificate and favourite pair of underwear, every adult has one.

I hadn't thought about The Number for a while. Until last weekend, when I ran into a couple of male friends who happened to be smack-dab in the middle of a conversation about it. Now in their 20s, The Number causes them no end of trouble.

See, women in their 20s, the age of women they naturally go out with, seem to want to know their Number. These guys, who could be called players, but, in my opinion, are only the very nicest kind, told me their Number is, um, quite high. Say, above 50. This, they know, is bound to upset the girls they're dating.

Even if the girl-who-asks can get past their Number, in the natural progression of such a conversation, there is the whole matter of her Number.

The guys, the players-but-nice-players guys, say no matter what that Number might be, if they like the girl, it's too high.

COMPLETELY UNFAIR

Even if her Number is two, and they know it's perfectly normal for her to have had sex before they met, and even if they didn't raise the subject, and even if they've slept with tens of dozens of women themselves, even if they know it's completely unfair and sexist, they will obsess about it. They will hate it.

That's why they would never initiate a conversation about The Number. And they don't think women should, either.

I had to agree with them. Experience has shown me that when it comes to The Number, we should all adhere to the famous Clinton-era American military policy compromise: Don't ask, don't tell. Canadian author and sex expert Josey Vogels, who writes the online column My Messy Bedroom, agrees.

"It is a no-win situation. You don't stand anything to gain by knowing the number of people the person has slept with, unless there's something you need to know about the people they've slept with," says Vogels. "It's nobody's business."

The last time I asked a boyfriend about The Number I was treated to an afternoon of fond sexual reminiscing. It started out with a post-brunch tally and continued with a series of "oh yeahs" throughout the afternoon. By early evening, just when I thought we'd exhausted the subject, he punched the steering wheel and proclaimed: "I just remembered another one!"

By the time he'd passed 60 the next day, I didn't care how many people he'd slept with. Whatever he did before me, sexually speaking, was nothing compared to the big deal he was making out of it now. For once, I was kind of glad I'd asked about The Number, because although I didn't like what I was hearing, it wasn't because it was too high.

TALL TALE

I also realized he was lying. There was no way he'd slept with that many people, or he wouldn't have gone on about it so.

That's another reason The Number is a dumb thing to talk about: Studies show when asked, men and women tend to lie about it. It was all laid out in American Pie 2's Rule of Three, the number by which men tend to multiply, and women divide, their sex partners when telling others about them.

In 2005 polling of a 2,000-strong Knowledge Networks Panel, with an average age in the late 40s, women reported having an average of 8.6 partners, while men reported 31.9. (I'm not able to explain this 0.6 and 0.9 business.) Scientists then set out to find out how many were lying.

Turns out, there were lots: 21% of men and 15% of the women later admitted they'd lied.

Norman R. Brown, a psychologist at the University of Alberta, explains that women tend to rely on enumeration, which leads to underestimation, while men rely on rough approximation, which leads to overestimation.

We are sleeping with each other, after all.

The Number is so compelling, so confounding that author Karyn Bosnak has even written a new novel about it.

In 20 Times A Lady, the heroine wakes up after a night of drunken sex with someone she dislikes. Not only is he a wretch, but she's now reached her self-imposed limit on how many men she can sleep with. As celibacy is not an option, she proceeds to retrace her steps, sexually speaking, hoping to make it work with one of numbers one-through-20.

It's like a do-over, to the max.

DOUBLE STANDARD

If only we could live in a world like the one seen in the charming 1994 film Four Weddings And A Funeral. In it, Andie MacDowell's character matter-of-factly tallied the 33 men she'd slept with, while Hugh Grant sat listening, sweetly managing to be flummoxed and impressed at the same time.

Mostly, we don't. The old double standard, the Madonna-whore complex, the male desire Ludacris so eloquently phrased when he rapped "we want a lady in the street but a freak in the bed," is alive and well.

While it would be nice if women of all ages could tell their men their Number, and not be judged for it, and instead be appreciated for it, celebrated for it even, and vice-versa, that's just not the way life is.

And, as Vogels explains, if women in their 20s insist on asking about The Number, it has to do with more than sex. At that age, most of us still don't quite get the concept of honesty.

"Honesty is like, spill your guts about everything," says Vogels. "That's not the case. Sometimes, discretion is a lot more beneficial."

In the end, I think we learn to stop asking about his Number when we finally make peace with our own.

Because like a lot of things in life, when it comes to The Number, there's really only one person who needs to approve.

Ryan the Fishing Guy

Here's a link to an exciting blog written by a guy named Ryan who likes to fish:

my life and fishing in wny

(I have no idea who Ryan is, nor how I ended up reading his blog.)

UPDATE: Since Manic Mom found it necessary to tell Ryan the fishing guy that I may have a crush on him, I thought I'd explore the very possibility of that, seeing as though I'm in the market for a new Boy Toy. If all goes well, here's what the future could look like:




You might think I'm joking, but he's kinda cute in a dirty-boy sort of way. Look:


Stay tuned.

New Profile Photo For Jill

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Jennifer Aniston on Oprah

A friend just left a taping of Oprah. The guest was Jennifer Aniston. My friend was in a rush to get somewhere so I didn't get all the details. However, she said that Jennifer Aniston...

- is stunningly beautiful.
- denied having breast implants. (Was this a rumor? Shows you how up I am on celeb gossip.)
- confirmed that she and Vince Vaughn are still together.

UPDATE: This post has been linked to from A Socialite's Life, Just Jared, Popsugar, Glitterati, and Staralicious.

A gazillion other blogs/websites have also repeated this apparently titillating info, but they seem to be crediting the info and linking back to Just Jared. (Damn him. Stealing my thunder and hits.)

I have to laugh that I'm a source of celebrity gossip. I called my friend Naomi (who I wrote about in Save Karyn and who was the friend that went to the taping) and was like, "You're being called a celebrity insider." She's now making me call her "Deep Throat." Little does she know that I've been calling her that behind her back for years, but for a completely different reason. (I'm totally kidding; that was for Jamie.)

Oh, and to the people laughing that my friend said JA is beautiful... SHE IS BEAUTIFUL, jealous bitches!