Even the most knowledgeable and feminist-leaning men can find themselves miffed when confronted with the facts of the female menses. It’s not just that they’re totally unaware of what’s happening down there every 28 days, it’s that they think they know certain things, but they’re so off base it’s laughable. Ask the most enlightened men you know to describe how cramps feel or how a tampon works, and you’ll get a variety of wildly creative but totally inaccurate answers. We thought it was time to compile a list of all the crazy things guys believe about our periods that, we can assure them, are completely and totally wrong… Keep reading »
The upcoming comedy “That Awkward Moment” tells the story of three best friends (Zac Efron, Miles Teller and Michael B. Jordan) who find themselves at that complicated moment in every dating relationship in which they must decide, “So … where is this going?”
The big takeaway here is that pretty much everything that happens in this film is pretty spot-on when it comes to guy stuff. There’s farting and XBox-playing and and even some sharing of feelings. They’re bros through and through. And we learned quite a bit, though some things definitely caught us off guard. Keep reading »
The type of men women lust after seems to change every decade or so. In the ’90s, we were drooling for the grungy, rocker dude a la Kurt Cobain. In the 2000′s, we moved on to the clean cut, metrosexual man and the ironic hipster. When it comes to separating the wheat from the chaff, the most desirable dude of the moment is undoubtedly the farmer, with his overalls, knee-high wellies, bulging biceps, flowing beard, and bounty of organic produce. Want proof? Just check out Hugh Morrison, winner of Britain’s Sexiest Farmer competition. Spoiler alert: he’s driving a motorcycle with a baby ewe on his lap. Hey, who doesn’t love a guy who feels just as comfortable cuddling a baby sheep as he does operating heavy machinery?
As our taste men changes, so must our flirting techniques. Because what works to woo a grunge rocker is not the same thing that would win the attention of a man of the soil. Below, some surefire strategies for seducing a farmer… Keep reading »
I remember the first time I went back to Jessie’s apartment after a pretty awesome date. Like most first times, I felt excited and more than a little nervous. I already knew I liked her more than anyone I’d met in a long time, so the stakes were high. Also, we’d both eaten more cheese that evening than I consider ideal for hot sex.
I figured she was thinking along the same lines when she stopped me in the middle of wrestling with her bra clasp. (I’m about raw passion, not fine motor skills.) Instead, she crossed to her dresser, flipped her laptop open and punched up a Spotify playlist. I couldn’t help laughing a little when I recognized the beginning of Kelis’ “In Public,” one of the sillier sex jams of the early aughties. But the extra sway in her hips as she walked back to the bed shut me up.
I later found out that the playlist was straightforwardly titled “Sex Songs” — an ever-growing and evolving beast of a thing she’s been gradually adding to for years. It still forms the background to most of our bedroom-bound sex and I’ve come to regard it with considerable affection. Keep reading »
Two days ago, I concluded an epic, month-long “Sons of Anarchy” binge-watch extravaganza. I’ve binge-watched a number of TV shows, including “The Wire” and “Breaking Bad,” but plowing through six seasons of “SOA” in 30 days was my most ambitious and emotionally traumatizing binge-watching experience yet. (I’m still reeling from season six’s extremely brutal conclusion. Gemma Teller Morrow is DEAD TO ME for what she did. DEAD.) Naturally, having such a seriously hot star like Charlie Hunnam as the show’s star helps to take the edge off the rabid violence. I mean, the only thing that could take my mind off an especially brutal scene — like when Tig’s daughter was burned alive right in front of him — was the appearance of Jax Teller’s bare ass on screen. Ugh, hottest man ever. “SOA”‘s seventh season isn’t back until fall, so Charlie Hunnam is just kickin’ it in Los Angeles for the time being, which brings me to the point of this post. Charlie was recently photographed about a mile away from where I’m staying here in Hollywood, begging the question, “Is spending the afternoon stalking Charlie Hunnam around Beverly Hills a good idea or the BEST idea?” Please do advise. [Photos: Fame/Flynet]
Yesterday was a beautiful day in Los Angeles! I’m here this week, so I should know. It was so nice that Jon Hamm and Jennifer Westfeldt decided to take his large cojones for an underwear-less stroll. On a somewhat unrelated note, I also took a stroll yesterday — wearing underwear though — and got hit by a car! I’m fine, don’t worry. I just can’t stop talking about it, which is why I’ve turned this post about Jon Hamm’s balls into a post about me and my dance with death. [Photo: Fame/Flynet]
Well, the results are in, and it turns out that men hate pretty much all of this year’s biggest trends: high-waisted pants, sneakers, short hair, makeup, body autonomy, etc. How are we supposed to dress ourselves in the face of such ire and confusion from the opposite sex? YouTube Goddess Tadelesmith is here to solve the mystery! [YouTube]
According to a new poll done by Esquire, it’s totally “normal” for guys cry regularly, avoid strip clubs, and (gasp!) use moisturizer at least once a month. A whopping 62% of respondents even expressed “little to no” interest in watching sports on TV. Turns out they prefer cooking shows. Based on these results, the pollsters have concluded that guys are becoming more sensitive. We’re not sure that the use of moisturizer and an obsession with “Chopped” equates to sensitivity, but we certainly can’t complain. We’ve been scoping out sensitive, ponytailed types since the ’90s. These days, their ponytails are gone, but they still like to curl up in a ball on the couch and have a good cry after watching “Blackfish.” Bless their mushy lil’ hearts, we wouldn’t have them any other way. Below, the pros — and a few cons — of having a sensitive dude in your life. Keep reading »
Dear Taco Dude,
First of all, I’d like to let you know that I feel your pain. While you were weathering the blizzard in Baltimore, I was also snowed in and hungry in New York City. It sucks to have a “shItty little hybrid douchemobile” that won’t make it to your neighborhood Taco Bell when it’s “snowing like a bitch outside” (not to mention the “few drinks too many” you’d thrown back), but dude, put yourself in my snow boots! Not only did I not have a ride in last night’s storm, I don’t own a car and getting a taxi in NYC would have been like an act of God. My hungry ass had to huff it, through the snowdrifts and gusts of icy wind, to the local bodega for whatever scraps I could find. A sad turkey sandwich. No tacos for me. Keep reading »
This here is Hugh Morrison. With his ewe and his border collie, he’s a contestant in a “Britain’s sexiest farmer” competition by Farmers Weekly magazine. It is sponsored by the sexily named Original Muck Boot Company. I can’t properly ascertain how sexy Hugh is underneath all those farm animals and layers of clothing. But I don’t doubt he’s got muscles for days from lifting hay bales in the barnyard. Three hundred sexy, sexy farmers entered the competition, but only one man and one woman will win. So vote before January 24th! How any of them smell is another story entirely. [Farmers Weekly, Daily Mail UK]