The bikini was invented in 1946 and named after the Bikini Atoll in the Marshall Islands, the site of atomic bomb testing.

Jacques Heim and Louis Reard - Bikini Inventors

The inventors were two Frenchmen, Jacques Heim and Louis Reard. Of course, Heim and Reard didn't create the idea of the bikini; drawings of bikini-like suits have been found on wall paintings dating back to 1600 B.C.

Atome Bikini

The modern term "bikini" for a particular bathing suit design was first used by Heim and Reard (who were, in reality, the re-inventors of the bikini). Heim was a couturier designer from Cannes, France, who had designed a very small bathing suit called the "Atome" (french for atom). He hired a skywriting plane to advertise his design by skywriting "Atome -- the world's smallest bathing suit" Three weeks later, Reard, a mechanical engineer, had another skywriting plane write "Bikini -- smaller than the smallest bathing suit in the world."

Credited to: About.com: Inventors

Recently at a booksigning, R.K. Rowling revealed that the Dumbledore character in the Harry Potter series is gay.

Oh boy, another celebrity icon falls by the wayside! Oscar De La Hoya in drag (not that there is anything wrong with that). White bra and a tutu or something, body fishnet stocking. Another case of celebrities behaving badly. Are they all stoopid? Does fame drain all the brains out of your head? In real life you can barely trust your own mother, much less allowing a bunch of strangers in on your little picadillos.

You really have to be a special kind of stoopid to allow some skanky pickup chicks that you've known for like 72 hours get you drunk, dress you in drag, and start taking pictures of you that you just have to know will be all over the internet and YouTube in a New York minute, unless of course you are stoopid. And doesn't that hotel room look just the pits? Or is that someone's skeevy apartment? I mean look at the blue "suede" couch. Get out. See, everyone likes to wallow in a little dirt every now and then. Talk about slumming.

Good gravy the longer I live the stupider people seem to get. Or is this a society where we just don't give a damn! Anyway, now everyone is doing damage control and backpeddling. I like boxing - heavyweight. Frankly, I don't give a damn. He or any consenting adult can dress up anyway they want as long as they don't do in the street and scare the horses. Of course his wife and children probably care. But maybe Mrs. La Hoya already knew about Mr. La Hoya's penchant for a little girly time and it was their little sexy secret. There are a lot of men who like to wear a little feminine clothing every now and then. I hear it relieves tension. And what's wrong with that? And honestly, I'm always a little flattered when a guy just wants to be a girl.

We've all had a peek. Yes, it was a little ugly, a little embarrassing, and maybe for some of you...just a little titilating? Now stop rubbernecking, you're holding up traffic, and get back to your own life. Mind your own business.

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Did you hear about the seventeen year old making $70,000 a month making banners and other stuff for MySpace on her website, "WhateverLife.com", from Adsense, no less? Personally, I just want to smack her. Or me.

Ah, the fantasy. First check $600+, second check $2,700+. Okay so first I hoard the $600 check and tell my husband nothing. I hoard, the second check but maybe by the fourth or fifth, I tell him, "Don't write that check, I'll pay that bill." After one year, the mortgage gets paid in full and maybe I start to feel comfortable enough to quit my job. My brain rattles around as I obsess over minor details, like who'll pay my medical insurance?

So I get this far. I've sold the house and quit my job when it occurred to me I have no one place to go. Where should I live? The South? Stay north? Stay put? I suddenly realize, I have absolutely no imagination. How pathetic. I don't know what to do with that much money. At least she's young enough that a judge intervened and appointed someone to manage her money. I can see me now obsessing over minor details - the executor is stealing my money, the people at the bank are stealing my money, or it will fail and will cover over $100,000 through the FDIC. I will be hounded to death by telemarketers. My family will become especially annoying and greedy. Everyone stops visiting my website and I've gone and quit my job and then what'll I do?

You see? Some people were just meant to be broke.

 

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Whoa! Just got through watching the indie film, "Hard Candy". Not quite sure what to make of it. When the character, Jeff, (Patrick Wilson) is tied down on the table, while Hayley (Ellen Page) prepares to castrate him, I actually felt sorry for him. Sometimes I didn't like her (although I liked her sarcasm) Actually, I never found the character likeable and wasn't rooting for her. Strange, since she was about to castrate a pedophile. Hmmm. Kudos to the actor who played Jeff. I guess he made him human.

 

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