I’m sure, by now, many of you have either read or heard about The New York Times Style section article on the male crotch-waxing trend. “The below-the-belt treatment — which, just like the women’s version, removes either some or all pubic hair — is becoming increasingly popular, and not just among competitive swimmers or underwear models,” the piece claims. I knew guys were into trimming and manscaping, but I had no idea male crotch waxing was on the rise. Did you? I’ve spent a good portion of the week deciding how to respond to the alleged trend. I’ve never seen, nor been intimately involved with a waxed crotch, so it’s hard to say how I feel about it. Ultimately, I decided that it’s not my business to have an opinion about he-waxes and I should let the men respond directly. I took to IM to poll my own personal man panel comprised of straight, gay and metrosexual dudes in their 20s, 30s, 40s. See what they thought of mankini waxing after the jump. Oh, and please tell us what you think about it. Keep reading »
Roommates get a bad rap. And often, for good reason. I’ve had some seriously insane ones. There was the girl who made everyone leave their socks outside and the guy who left an imprint of his balls on our bathroom floor where he powdered them every morning. He was fun! The four years I spent living on my own were absolute bliss. I dropped my underwear in the middle of the floor, slept with the TV on if I felt like it (I like to fall asleep to infomercials) and sang Queen songs at the top of my lungs. But when I moved back to NYC, financial necessity dictated that I have a roommate. As luck would have it, there was a vacancy in my best friend’s apartment. I say best friend, but I should also mention she was my roommate in college for three years, so I knew we could cohabitate peacefully. In total, we’ve lived together for eight years now. Sure, I look forward to living alone someday again. Or maybe, if I’m lucky, with a romantic partner. But there are so many wonderful perks of having a (non-crazy) roommate. Check them out after the jump. Keep reading »
This season of “America’s Next Top Model” has been particularly dull. The UK vs. US premise seems secondary to Tyra’s shameless attempts to promote her Modelland books. Last night, Tyra achieved an unprecedented level of ridiculousness with her “booty tooch teach.” She had special “booty tooch” hot shorts and “training tooches” (ass pads) for all the contestants to wear. But things weren’t all tranquil in Toochland. American model hopeful AzMarie refused to wear her training tooch because she felt it would take away from her androgyny. Oh, and because she’s a “grown ass woman.” She had a point, but she paid dearly for crossing Tyra and was dismissed from the tooch teach. Her loss. Because it was very informative. Whether you’re an aspiring Intoxibella, or just a regular woman in need of a tooching lesson, click through to see all do’s and don’ts.
I love when technology is put to really good use. In Brazil, it is now possible for men to piss in a musical toilet. The Guitar Pee uses special electronic tabs to release chords when splashed with urine. It even records the piss music and makes it into an MPee3 that you can listen to. And there you have it — inventing at its best. My only question: Will they an equivalent for women? I’m sure we’d all appreciate our own opportunity to make beautiful music with our urine. Until then, I’m investing in pee cones. Click though to see more of the world’s weirdest urinals. [TheFW]
Right about now, I’m wishing I were a seahorse. Their mating/reproduction/parenting model sounds absolutely ideal and egalitarian. You lay the eggs, he carries the babies and you take care of him while he’s knocked up. I could be down for this setup. Can we make this happen for humans? [Buzzfeed]
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