"Apparently this is for real: Ricky's, the costume and beauty store chain, is selling an outfit that allows you to dress up like anorexia nervosa for Halloween. As you can see, it's a black dress with a skeleton on it, plus a tape measure for your ever-shrinking waist. The heart on her chest says "Anna Rexia" and that's a bone in her hair."
Ricky's has since pulled the costume, but you can still find it -- including, incredibly, a plus-size version -- all over teh internets.
Meanwhile beer heiress Daphine Guinness tells The New Yorker that she lives on only Red Bull and Ensure and will "eat when I'm dead" (via Gawker). I'll admit that upon first blush, a Red Bull/Ensure diet sounds vaguely intriguing, like some sort of rocket-fueled cleanse full of sparkles and ten essential nutrients.
wow, I'm going through this Halloween website, and they have at least 4 variations of poo costumes. Oh, and the fat granny with her lost dog stuck up the crack of her butt. Something for tomorrow, then.