People are always talking about the “epidemic” of poor nutrition among today’s youth and America’s obesity “problem.” It’s almost like they think being a big, fat person is somehow less than totally awesome. Well, I’m a fat guy, and I’m here to tell you, don’t knock it till you’ve tried it.
In case you’re still not convinced, just a few of the amazing perks of carrying the effects of a decade of late-night burritos and Pop-Tart ice cream sandwiches around your midsection. Read more … Keep reading »
The men in this Swiss tourism ad are even tastier than their chocolate. Yum, yum, gimme some! While the commercial is targeted at ladies in Europe who may be trying to take a holiday away from World Cup fanaticism, the men in America don’t care about soccer. Although, they’re still giving us plenty of sexy reasons to visit! [WOW Report
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Is your new flavor of the week extremely good-looking, complementary at the bar, always well-dressed and open about his emotions? He might seem perfect, but maybe he is just a moodle, a man-poodle. Here’s a little explanation of the man-poodle from Urban Dictionary: “Women like to walk the moodle, feed the moodle, play with the moodle, but they never do the moodle.” After the jump, find out the 10 signs your new guy might be a moodle! Keep reading »
Barcelona footballer Zaitan Ibrahimovic seems to be enjoying the view of his tush while on holiday. [Miami, 6/3/10] Keep reading »
I kind of snickered when I learned Natalie Portman was dating New York City Ballet dancer Benjamin Millepied. (Even enlightened women like myself can fall prey to stereotypes, you know.) Now, however, the joke is on me. Benjamin is seriously hot, and I’m thinking I should expand my dating pool to include ballet dancers. Check out one more pic from his Details photoshoot after the jump. [Details] Keep reading »
The best part of a breakup is wallowing. There are five stages immediately following a breakup, and they aren’t denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. They are as follows: shock, blubbering, wallowing, staring blankly at walls, and finally, dancing. The final stage is usually preceded by a music montage featuring upbeat adult contemporary music, a shopping spree, and a night out with your best slutty friend. But of all these stages, the one I enjoy the most is wallowing. It’s the best part of breaking up or getting dumped, because there is no such thing as a “mutual breakup.” That concept is strictly for the press. One party always wants the breakup a little more than the other party. Not that I’m advocating dramatic split-ups that resemble NASCAR fireballs. But one person is always left sniffing a forgotten, leftover sleeping shirt, searching for a whiff of their lover’s familiar funk. The wishbone never cracks completely in two. Keep reading »