Want To Go To A Lunchtime Dance Party?

Imagine a world where lunch breaks are parties. Where you can leave your computer monitor for an hour, let out your angst over Excel spreadsheets and lukewarm, instant office coffee on a dance floor, and jam to the tune of a DJ’s throbbing beats – all before 2pm. This world exists. Not just in your mind – but in reality, thanks to Lunch Beat, the international, non-profit lunchtime dance party initiative, which was such a hit in Sweden in 2010, co-founders Sarah Reynolds & Isha Toor decided it was time to bring it to the States – and straight to Flatiron. Next week. 

On Wednesday, April 24th, from 12:30pm-1:30pm, ditch your Microsoft Outlook and pass through the velvet rope at Slate, where you can not only decompress for an hour at an alcohol-free, daytime disco, but also eat really healthy vegetarian food – all for just $12. Under one condition: you must dance. You must get down. So pack your dancing shoes. 

Get the scoop on Lunch Beat, & follow Bonnie on Twitter here

You Probably Hate Anne Hathaway Because of the Economy

While everyone is fawning all over Jennifer Lawrence this week (well, everyone but me), it appears that the public opinion of Anne Hathaway has slipped even lower than before, with her supposed perfection inducing riotous masses of women to rampage fashion houses that manufacture nipply couture gowns and public burnings of Les Misérables special-edition Blu-rays. Well, it’s not that bad, but I’m thinking we’re getting close to it. But maybe you’re like me and don’t understand the hatred of Anne Hathaway—she is, after all, just as annoying as any other celebrity (J-Law included). Perhaps there’s a psychological reason behind all of this?

Salon’s Daniel D’Addario takes a look at what makes Hathaway so polarizing, and learns that it might be our problem, not hers.

[I]t may, indeed, be Hathaway’s face that fuels her haters, if only subconsciously: “When times are good we prefer actresses with rounder faces,” says psychology professor Terry Pettijohn, who has conducted academic studies on actress preference. “They convey these ideas of fun and youth.” Hathaway, on the other hand, has a “mature face” made distinctive by its slender shape and bone structure: “It suggests she would be popular when times are more challenging.” As the economy improves, Hathaway—whose peak of fame, post-boyfriend, pre-Oscar-hosting, came amid the 2008 economic crash—may just be a reminder of bad times.

More likely, though, Hathaway is just the latest iteration of a long-held tradition: the star we love to loathe. And, indeed, Hollywood historian Ed Sikov says that this could be a path out for her: “There are two ways to win over the public: You can make the public love you, or you can make the public hate you. Maybe it’s better to say, ‘You can make the public love to hate you. Take Bette Davis.’” The “All About Eve” star was willing to make herself look mean or aggressive, and had a career that lasted decades.

“She wasn’t afraid to be hated, and audiences respected her for that.”

See, guys? You don’t really hate Anne Hathaway, you hate the recession! And also yourselves. I suggest we all go watch All About Eve. Why not? That movie is awesome! It might not help you with your Hathaway hatred (or me with my disdain for Jennifer Lawrence’s irreverent charm), but it’ll probably distract us for a couple of hours. 

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‘Sports Illustrated’ Is Cool With Nearly Killing Kate Upton

Kate Upton, who dons bikini bottoms and a puffy white jacket on the cover of Sports Illustrated annual swimsuit issue, admitted before the cover’s reveal that the Antarctica-based shoot nearly killed her. "I don’t think you can go to Antarctica and stand in a bikini without that happening," she said. "But I didn’t die, and I’m OK now." Well, thank goodness, because who else could possible smash their boobs together on the cover of a magazine? Upton has taken the practice to a new level. Of course, the editors at Sports Illustrated see nothing wrong with the fact that their editorial vision nearly killed a half-naked woman.

Amanda Hess of Slate writes about getting a comment from the magazine:

I called Sports Illustrated to ask what the magazine was thinking putting Upton in that situation, and what it thinks of the decision now. Knowing Upton’s symptoms, which are consistent with hypothermia, does SI feel that Antarctica is an appropriate place to stage swimsuit shoot? “It’s on the cover,” was the magazine spokesman’s response. Later, in an emailed statement, he volleyed the responsibility back to Upton. "From the very beginning, the Sports Illustrated swimsuit franchise has put the models first,” he wrote. “We foster a very collaborative environment working closely with the models throughout the planning and execution of our shoots. This was again the case for the Antarctica production which we worked on with Kate for several months before embarking on the trip and during the six-day shoot." (Upton, for the record: “I was very surprised by the news that that’s where my shoot was going to be located.”)

As a reminder, here’s Upton going into details of how she suffered during the shoot:

“I’m naked and trying to change,” she told David Letterman of her weeklong experience in subzero temperatures. “I literally couldn’t move my legs, so the editors would have to pick up my legs and put them into my next outfit.” The effects continued when Upton returned to American soil. “When I came back, I was losing my hearing and eyesight,” she said with a smile on the Today show. “My body was shutting down because it was working so hard to keep me warm."

I mean, is worker’s compensation even an option here? I get that models are basically freelance workers, but I can tell you I’d never risk hypothermia for a gig, even if it got me on a giant billboard in New York City.

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All that Glitters is Not Ari Gold

We miss Ari Gold. We miss his business school bite. We miss the sound of his cell phone snapping shut. And we miss his receding hairline. Mercifully, Ari and the Chasers are back on HBO this September (it would have been June were it not for that infernal strike). But if you’ve got the jitters and can’t wait until then, how about some real-life Hollywood drama (no relation to Johnny) featuring super-agent Ari Emanuel—the inspiration behind fiction-Ari—and NBC co-chairman Ben Silverman? There’s been some high-powered bickering between the Hollywood svengalis, and Slate’s got a rundown of it here. Lloyd not included.

Seven Minutes to Save the World

We’ve managed to: get seven-minute abs, spend seven minutes in heaven, run a seven-minute half-mile, watch the first seven minutes of countless movies, count to 420, watch one segment of “24,” read one page of Being and Nothingness, and write this post. But never did we think that in seven minutes we’d get a complete rundown of the neverending story that is the Democratic race for the Presidential nomination. Never, until now.