Oh, the joys of family: this weekend my conservative older sister is coming to visit, which means I’ve got to get my act together. Sweep the floor. Hide the Percosets. And for God’s sake, unplug the vibrator. Luckily I have a designated “goodie drawer” where I keep my toys, but in high school I hid my very first vibe amongst my undies and prayed that neither of my parents ever tried to put away my laundry.
Snoopers be snoopin’ and a girl’s gotta be prepared. Here are 13 places you could hide vibrators of all sizes and (probably) not get caught!
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During Kim Kardashian’s Wedding Special, it was not failing to include her groom in her venue choice or that her sister accused said groom of being opportunistic that struck a nerve with me. It was when Rob Kardashian, Kim’s younger brother, got made fun of by his mother Kris for having a fat butt.
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I’ll be honest, last night’s episode of “America’s Next Top Model” was entirely WTF so this recap is going to be short, because, you guys, Tyra made the models channel different eras of Michael Jackson. Some of the models had to wear blackface! (Early MJ, obvs.) And some had to wear heavy makeup that mimicked his jacked-up plastic surgery. I am not even joking! Alexandria has a butt chin painted on! And then, and then, LaToya Jackson judged! (SPOILER ALERT: In the spirit of Michael Jackson’s sweet nature — yawn — no one went home.)
Naturally, I prefer it when “Top Model” embraces its WTF-ness so this was my favorite episode/challenge possibly ever. Click through these photos to check out how each of the models personified MJ — needless to say, the guy who performs as Michael out in front of Grauman’s Chinese Theater need not fear for his job.
Walk into any Urban Outfitters or Anthropologie and you’re bound see racks and racks of clothes referencing Navajo patterns and designs. A quick perusal of Urban’s website finds that there are almost two dozen products referencing the Native American tribe, by name at least, in its product descriptions. These days the all-encompassing term to describe Native American-inflected design is everywhere. And it might just be illegal. Keep reading »
Sigh … Hold on for a minute, need one more … Sigh. So, I was just over at xoJane.com and stumbled upon an article titled, “Get It Together, Girls! Every Goddamn Pharmacy In New York Is Out Of Plan B! Everyone!” and now I am feeling depressed. Depressed because blogger Cat Marnell wrote about her own woefully irresponsible sex life, in which she does not use condoms, won’t go on the Pill because it’ll make her “fat,” and once used Plan B three times in one month, under the banner of it being a larger trend among women. Keep reading »
Whoever decided to put a camera at the scariest point of Nightmares Fear Factory, a haunted house in Niagara Falls, is a genius. I never realized how freaking hilarious scared people look until I spent a solid hour last night looking at Nightmares’ Flickr stream. I think a road trip to Canada is in the near future. Click to look at some of the funniest scared s**tless people I have ever seen.
Happy Coming Out Day, everyone. We are sending lots of love to our gay, lesbian, trans, bi, and queer readers! In the spirit of acceptance, we’ve rounded up 14 inspiring coming-out tales from 14 gay and lesbian celebs. And here’s hoping anyone’s impending coming-out is more “Monster Ball” than “Westboro Baptist Church”!
You guys know I have a soft spot in my heart for Courtney Stodden, the teen bride who tweets almost exclusively in alliterations and singlehandedly keeps the frosted lipstick industry afloat. I also happen to think she would make the ultimate hot mess Halloween costume. The look requires very little in the realm of actual clothing, but I must warn you that it is physically demanding — a Courtney Stodden costume is not complete unless you’re teetering around in 8-inch platforms and giving fierce duck face all night. (Also! Don’t forget to use as many alliterations as possible in conversation! And bonus points for working in the word “cheeky.”) Click past the jump for all the deets! Keep reading »
When I was fresh out of college, I worked at an egg donation agency, which paired egg “donors” with potential parents willing to shell out a lot of money for the possibility of having children. At parties, when I was asked what I did for a living, it was inevitable that a group of girls would gather around, asking questions. Everyone had seen those ads on the bus—“$7,000 to donate your eggs!”—and this was 2008, when the economy was digging itself deeper into a recession. In fact, the whole reason I’d taken this gig was because the egg donation business was booming while there was a serious lack of jobs in my field for recent grads. Keep reading »
When I decided to revamp my life according to the principles of Helen Gurley Brown’s Sex and the Single Girl in order to write my memoir Falling For Me, I not only committed to learning to cook, decorate, put myself together and tackle a whole bunch of new activities (ceramics, anyone?) but I also agreed to embrace at least a few of her ideas for meeting men. Keep reading »