These brave Canadian beekeepers (awesome band name alert!) are competing in the annual Clovermead Bee Beard Competition, which is, well, exactly what it sounds like. How do they create their buzzing beards? The process is fairly simple, if not terrifying: they place a queen bee in a cage around their necks(!), and wait for their worker bees, who recognize the queen’s scent, to cluster around their master. Beards are judged on size, aesthetics, and the amount of swagger the contestant brings to the runway portion of the contest. Last year’s winning beard weighed in at 3.8 pounds, which translates to more than 15,000 bees. If you need me, I’ll be in the corner breathing into a paper bag. [BBC]
Curls are lovely on their own, and braids are always awesome, but like peanut butter and jelly or Britney Spears and Justin Timberlake (what? I’m still hoping they’ll dig out the matching denim outfits and get back together!), curls and braids are even better together. If you’re after some major texture this summer, check out Fashionedible’s easy tutorial for adding multiple mini braids to voluminous curly hair. Gorgeous.
When Miaya Smith and Saint Ramirez Jr. got married in a small ceremony at a Nebraska park, they were excited about it. Like, really excited. Like, really excited in their pants. So they did what any blissful, horny newlywed couple would have done: they ducked behind a tree in full view of their wedding guests, a public pool, and a playground, and started humping. When three teenagers alerted a police officer to the public sexytimes (sidenote: most virtuous teenagers ever), the officer pulled his patrol car up right next to the copulating couple, but even the presence of the po-po couldn’t dampen their amour. “Miaya had her pants off and her buttocks exposed [and she] was moving in an up-and-down motion on Saint,” the officer wrote in his report. He had to order the couple to stop having sex three times to convince Miaya to dismount her new hubby, before finally arresting them and hauling them off to spend their honeymoon in jail. Say it with me now: aw, young love! [Daily Mail]
This week, I found out my brother is going to be deployed to Afghanistan. Ever since he joined the Marines, as difficult and stressful as the journey has been, I have always comforted myself with the fact that he wasn’t in a war zone, and that, thanks to the type of work he does, he probably would never have to be.
Over the course of the past couple years, I watched him swear his oath of loyalty to the military. I read his heartbreaking letters from bootcamp. I fell into a pretty deep depression. I fought with him and for a long time, we were estranged. I saw my family fall apart as we realized that our ways of dealing with such a massive change were completely incompatible.
But none of that mattered, because at least my brother was safe. At least my brother wasn’t at war. Whenever I read stories about military families with a loved one in the Middle East, I shuddered. When a friend of mine’s brother was deployed and she resumed her day-to-day life, I thought, She is so much stronger than me. I would just be a constant wreck. Imagining my brother in such a dangerous situation left me feeling frozen with fear. The idea of him killing people, the idea of him being killed — I had been able to stomach every other difficult milestone of this journey, but those two possibilities? I couldn’t even bear the abstract, hazy idea that someday they might be part of my reality.
And now my brother is going to war. Keep reading »
This Friday is a big day for early-’90s nostalgia buffs, “Full House” fans, and John Stamos fangirls (and fanboys!), because Uncle Jesse’s fictional band, Jesse and the Rippers, is making a comeback. Stamos hinted at the news by posting a video on Instagram of him and the guys singing the “Full House” theme song. “Never thought I’d be singing THIS song,” he wrote. It was soon confirmed that the band would be appearing on Friday’s episode of “Late Night with Jimmy Fallon.” No word yet on whether they will be accompanied by Bob Saget and/or an Olsen Twin, but hey, we can dream. [Gothamist]
This morning, Texas Governor Rick Perry signed devastating anti-abortion bill HB2 into law behind closed doors in an auditorium at the Texas State Capitol. As Perry and his cronies congratulated each other on passing a piece of legislation that will undoubtedly result in the deaths of some of their constituents, protesters camped outside the doors shouted “Shame!”, chanted “The blood of Texas women is on your hands!”, and sang “We’re Not Gonna Take It.” Some protesters, like those pictured above, simply taped their mouths with duct tape and held signs in silent protest. Democratic superhero Wendy Davis, Planned Parenthood President Cecile Richards, and a multitude of Texas activists have vowed to continue fighting the law. [Houston Chronicle] [Photo via NARAL Pro-Choice Texas]