After the Adidas "shackle" sneaker controversy this summer you would think the sportswear manufacturers might put new products out with caution. But it looks like Nike had no problem about keeping there "Gold Digging" women's tee on the shelves.

Beyonce shared an over the top nail design on her tumblr page this morning.

The photo shows a pair of hands with what looks like acylic nails painted in blue and gold, with rhinestones and pictures of both Jay-Z and Beyonce on her middle fingers! The letters J,Z,B and N are also on a few of the nails.

Topless feminist activists stormed central London yesterday, part of a radical Ukrainian group, protesting the Olympics' "support" for radical Islamist regimes.

Four women with bare breasts and slogans, including "No Sharia" daubed on their bodies carried out the protest at City Hall near Tower bridge - until they were arrested by police.

Maggie, my Boston Terrier who LOVES to be with people anywhere and everywhere, insists on riding on my lap or on the passenger side. Unfortunately, this is not a safe way to drive around with your pooch. Recently, New Jersey passed a law that forbids dogs in cars without a doggie buckle.

Update: I'll Have Another pulled from Belmont Stakes

"I'll Have Another" drew the No. 11 post for Saturday's Belmont Stakes, where he'll attempt to become the first Triple Crown winner in 34 years.

Even if you are not a horse racing fan, you’ll want to be in front of a television on Saturday evening. You may see history in the making: A horse may win the Triple Crown.

A horse earns the Triple Crown by winning the three most important races of the year: the Kentucky Derby, the Preakness and the Belmont Stakes.

A horse named I’ll Have Another has already won the first two big races of 2012. The 3-year-old colt (that means the horse is a boy) surprised a field of better-known contenders at the Derby and then came from behind to catch another favorite, Bodemeister, at the finish in a heart-pounding Preakness last month.

I’ll Have Another is a terrific story. He was not expected to be a great horse, but he gets better with every race. That’s a good lesson for kids and their coaches. Sometimes athletes (and racehorses) develop at different paces. It’s not always easy to pick out the best ones at an early age.

The horse’s jockey, Mario Gutierrez, is a surprise, too. He was an unknown rider who bounced around smaller tracks in Canada before he hopped aboard I’ll Have Another. Gutierrez has ridden his horse like a master in both big races.

So it would be great if I’ll Have Another wins Saturday. But it will be tough. The Belmont Stakes is the longest race in the Triple Crown — 1 1 / 2 miles. Seven horses in the past 15 years have won the Kentucky Derby and Preakness only to lose their chance for the Triple Crown in the Belmont Stakes.

Check out Pictures from the 2012 138th Kentucky Derby. Are we going to witness history?

"I'll Have Another" horse number 19 winning ticket from the Kentucky Derby

Kentucky Derby 2012 Hat - Photos by Jennifer Zamiara / 4 Moments Photography

Kentucky Derby 2012 Horse - Photos by Jennifer Zamiara / 4 Moments Photography

Today marks the tail end of a festive New Year’s Eve celebration in which I tipsily rang 2011 into 2012. On the cusp of another fresh year, still unmarred by any regrettable alcohol-induced behavior, I have begun to ponder the gusto with which I so frequently and enthusiastically attend bars and night clubs. What is so compelling about engaging in activities that revolve solely around the ingestion of a mostly bad-tasting substance?

With the exception of usually expensive mixology-type cocktails which introduce alcohol as a complication to already delicious fresh juices and purees, let me be frank; alcohol in all of its glorious forms, tastes like….well, it tastes bad.  Care to disagree? While I don’t condone testing this postulate for accuracy; I am quite certain that any young child, still in possession of his taste buds in an un-conditioned form, would produce at least a violent wrinkling of the nose upon tasting even the finest wine.  

As potential imbibers, we are introduced to alcohol in the most alluring and mysterious sense possible. Drinking alcohol might be very bad; our parents told us this, so did the FDA, our teachers and the Surgeon General. Our babysitter on the other hand seemed quite taken with the substance as she discussed her plans to get wasted over the phone in not-so-hushed tones while we laid our bicycles down and listened with interest.
 
Following this complication, we are presented with a quandary. Is dad’s beer going to make him forget to let Fido out before bed? Or is it the best thing that will ever happen to us when we turn 21, (or have the courage to take a nip from mom’s bottle of scotch; whichever comes first.)

Along the journey to discovering the role that this glorious substance will have in my own life, I have found the road littered with nightclubs, bars and other money sucking diversions designed to get me as wasted as possible. This is clever though because being drunk somehow always encourages a mysterious enjoyment of parting with my cash. But what is that paper stuff worth anyway? Certainly not more than any substance that can make complete strangers utterly fascinating and transform a crowded, smoky room into scintillating palace of pleasure.
 
The argument does exist that these money pits are merely social outlets in which we can choose to drink alcohol, but that their primary function is to provide gathering places which allow us interact socially with our fellow humans.  To anyone who proposes this absurd notion I say; cheers my friend. You go hang out in a noisy crowded room with a bunch of people who are acting weird while you are completely in your right mind.   Seriously, do that. I have tried it on a number of occasions. In short, I would rather sit on a metal folding chair and read the entire Koran. In Arabic.

On one occasion, I decided to join friends at really rather up-scale nightclub while taking a round of antibiotics, thereby preventing me from engaging in my typical consumption behavior. The DJ was a popular one, the crowd was fashionable and the vibe was energetic.  Laughter was flying as freely as the shots and by any standard I should have been having a good time.  My best friend’s laughter was louder and much more frequent than could possibly be realistic, even if the complete stranger she was chatting with happened to somehow actually be funny.  I also found that for some reason my dancing skills are not nearly as impressive when I can easily stand straight up.   I left the party early blaming my lingering cold; in reality, it wasn’t because I ran out of Kleenex.   

Has society, in all of its well-meaning miss-direction shaped me into a hapless lush who associates, ‘having a good time’ with the achievement of some altered state of mind?

Possibly

Did my well-meaning parents, in all of their cautionary wisdom create within me a fascination with pushing the limits of my right mind?

Probably

Is there a conspiracy of marketing teams, all pushing me to have just one-more sour apple martini so they can get their hands on a few more of my drunken dollars?

Definitely

Does any of this information make me less-likely to enjoy a watery light beer the next time I decide to catch nine innings? Or get nauseous from drinking too many vodka cranberries with my best friends on Friday night?

Absolutely not

To this reality, I raise my glass and firmly resolve to find out if expensive alcohol really tastes any better than the cheap stuff, as I welcome fresh choices and fresher mojitos into my life in 2012.