You obviously know that it’s against the law to drink and drive, but don’t be diddling and driving either, missy. Police in Cincinnati pulled over Colondra Hamilton, 36, because her car had illegally tinted windows, but when they peeked inside they saw more than they bargained for. Hamilton’s pants were unzipped and she had a sex toy sitting on her lap; apparently, her front-seat passenger was holding up a laptop playing porn for her to watch while she was driving. Hamilton was charged with “driving with inappropriate alertness” and having illegal tinted windows, but the real punishment is having the world know you masturbate while driving and watching pornography. [News.Cincinnati.com] Keep reading »
In May of this year, I wrote about promising, young LPGA golfer Erica Blasberg, who was found dead in her home in Henderson, Nevada, the day she was supposed to leave for a tournament in Alabama. The circumstances surrounding her death were a mystery, but now it has officially been ruled a suicide by suffocation. Additionally, Dr. Thomas Hess, a friend of the 25-year-old who called 911 upon finding her body, was arrested by police and will likely be charged with obstruction of justice because police say he removed pills and a suicide note from her home before authorities arrived. Keep reading »
AskMen really thinks of everything. Its latest tip of the hat to womankind: a column devoted to helping men navigate the murky waters around “angry feminists.” The helpful article — written by a woman! — gives guys four simple tips for dialoguing with feminists of the pissed-off kind. Among the helpful hints: don’t claim to also be a feminist; don’t talk about sex; don’t prove her right (by being a jerk); and simply just don’t bother. Keep reading »
This is Burger King’s new Pizza Burger. It is four “flame-broiled” beef patties topped with mozzarella and pepperoni and served on a nine-inch sesame seed bun. It clocks in at 2,520 calories, but Burger King, ever so concerned about the diets of American citizens, insists that it is meant to be shared. When your new menu offering comes with what is essentially a warning, there is a problem. “Not intended for one person!” “Do not eat alone!” Do. Not. Want. Keep reading »
There are few moments in life more heart-stopping than realizing that there is something not right in your panties. A close second are the frantic Google searches you conduct with one shaking hand while aiming a mirror at your crotch with the other.
I was on the toilet when I first felt the strange patches of raised skin. Because they weren’t painful, the alarm took a moment to register. But when I got a closer look at the disturbance — bumpy white growths around the opening of my vagina — I immediately began to cry.
They’re called genital warts because that’s what they look like. I held out hope that I had some kind of simple, unshameful infection that could be cleared up with antibiotics until my gynecologist uttered the phrase. If I hadn’t already felt like retching, that truly disgusting combination of words probably would have done it. Keep reading »