Asylum explores the exciting new frontier of dude overhauls in “A Day in the Life of Sexy Me — One Writer Undergoes a ‘Man Makeover’.” Before his … manakeover? … writer Alan Wieder was a hirsute, rumpled writer-type. “While I’m not unclean,” he says, “I have the overall look of an out-of-work, perhaps even indigent, humanities professor.” That is, until Asylum got a hold of him. The makeover team’s goal? Take him from Rumple-stiltskin to Authorial Hottie. What followed: a haircut, a beard trim, a brow waxing, some lip plumper, a bit of bronzer, and guyliner. The result: rocker … ish. Once back out on the streets, though, no one seemed to notice. At work, a coworker declared he looked like “a gay clown.” The ladies over at Lemondrop “pronounced the new Alan “a bit like Pete Wentz’s sad-sack uncle the family would desperately like to disown.” Ouch. So, would you rather do Alan Before or After or Never? [Asylum] Keep reading »
Esquire recently posted a little tongue-in-cheek article (at least, we hope it was tongue-in-cheek) about what women really want to hear when they ask certain questions. For example, when we ask, “Do you like what I’m wearing?” the answer we want to hear is not, “Yeah, it’s OK,” but “You look beautiful.” Esquire explains: “A little bit of ambiguity goes a long way. Leave specific criticisms to her friends. She doesn’t love you for your informed opinions on culottes.” In the interest of gender equality, we can play this game, too. After the jump, check out the answers guys really want to seven of their most frequently asked questions.
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You know, working at The Frisky isn’t easy. We spend hours every day, searching the web for the freakiest men’s underwear commercials and the best half-naked gravy wrestlers. It’s a hard job, but somebody’s got to do it. Thankfully, it’s because of our dedication to our work that we are able to bring you gems like the video you see here, starring Mehcad Brooks, Kellan Lutz, Hidetoshi Nakata, and Fernando Verdasco in a Calvin Klein X underwear commercial that recognizes the fact that, yes, we want to see what they’re hiding in those tighty-whities. You’re welcome. Keep reading »
Wow. We asked and damnnnn did you answer. Last week, while urging the ladies to fill out Esquire‘s “Survey of the American Woman,” we posed 50 questions for men that we wanted answered ASAP. We didn’t mean that quite as literally as some of you fellas took it, but holy hell, did we appreciate the many, many answers. I took it upon myself to weed through the comments and pulled out some of the best answers to many of our questions. Check ‘em out, after the jump… Keep reading »
When I’m ill, I drink whiskey. More specifically, a hot toddy, otherwise known as “Irish Nyquil.” My beloved local bartender from North Ireland taught me her old family recipe — just hot water, a couple jiggers of whiskey, and lemon wedges studded with cloves. One of those, spicy Kung Pao chicken, and bed. I behave like a dying animal when I’m sick. I like to suffer alone, in the dark. I hate to be fussed over. Can’t you see I’m in mortal combat with the sniffles?!
This frustrates my girlfriend because she sees it as unfair. Well, life is unfair, Toots. When I fall ill, she wants to rush to my apartment and dote on me. Nurture me back to health. And I refuse to let her. I can’t stand being pampered. It drives me crazy. I am a man. Like Batman. And if Batman can sew his own wounds shut in his crime-fighting bunker, I can blow my nose in bed without help from anyone. For the record: I blow my nose with toilet paper, not “Kleenex,” the way the cavemen did. I appreciate her attentions, of course. But it’s my fight. Keep reading »
Stupid mainstreaming of stripper culture. If I have to read another article about recession strippers, pole dancing classes, or strippers-turned-respectable-citizens, I’m going to throw my platforms at the cat. Our audience has changed, and instead of show behavior being learned by a young man on the occasion of his 18th or 21st birthday, it’s imparted from Auto-Tuned vocals and lists on the web. I’ve seen customers like the girl who slapped my ass so hard she bruised me, or the guy who threw quarters wrapped in dollar bills onto the stage. However, I assume ignorance before malice on their part, and, in that spirit, I offer these etiquette tips for customers in the strip club. Keep reading »