Rick Santorum suspended his GOP presidential campaign yesterday, but we all know more anti-gay, anti-woman asshattery is probably still forthcoming. Who would be surprised if he ends up with his very own gig on Fox News a la Sarah Palin? Not us! Obviously we’re going to need a good amount of booze to deal with such a turn of events and that’s why we’re thrilled a NYC bar has debuted a frothy brown beverage that it’s calling the Santorum. As the sicker-minded amongst us are aware, “Santorum” is sex columnist Dan Savage’s name for “the frothy mix of lube and fecal matter that is sometimes the byproduct of anal sex.”
The $8 Santorum cocktail at the Brooklyn bar Pacific Standard, however, is a feast for more delicate palettes: Baileys Irish Cream, orange-flavored vodka, Angostura bitters, and Godiva dark chocolate flakes. Sounds mmm-mmm-good. Perhaps we’ll knock back a few on Election Night? [Slate]
Ever since I started rockin’ bangs a few months ago, an eyebrow emergency has been steadily escalating on my forehead. If no one can see what my brows look like, what’s the point of waxing them? I can save money and time and stop humiliating myself by being such a sissy about the pain! But I’ve recently decided to grow my bangs out again — too much hassle, I can’t deal — and it was time to make a waxing appointment. I wanted it done well, seeing as its been awhile since I’ve waxed, so I made an appointment at Anastasia Brow Bar at Sephora … and found myself forking over $32 plus tip. Keep reading »
On Thursday night, I had what seemed like a pretty good first date. By Friday lunchtime, any chance of a romance between that guy and I had fallen spectacularly to pieces.
I wrote about what went down in a post called “An Open Letter To The Guy Who Called Me ‘Crazy.’” I’ve been pretty thrilled by its reception, particularly all the messages from women who’ve said they totally relate to what happened with Mean Crazy Bitch Guy. However, something in the comment thread has caught my eye: a (new) commenter penned a lengthy comment insinuating Mean Crazy Bitch Guy was actually the victim in the entire scenario and that he lashed out and called me horrible names because he “[felt] creep shamed.”
“Creep shamed”? I thought. I know that term from somewhere. Where is it …? Oh, right, it’s a “men’s rights activist” term. But I wanted to know more. Keep reading »