It’s a competitive market out there: Sum Poosie is not the only energy drink named after your vagine. P*ssy, a “100 percent natural” energy drink out of the UK, is another ode to nature’s sweet nectar of womanhood. Just what does P*ssy taste like? “A blend of fresh white grape juice from Southern Italy, pressed Mexican limes and lightly carbonated water. These are then mixed with Grenadilla and Lychee flavours, infused with six selected botanical herbs,” according to the drink’s NSFW web site. Oh so classy. Oh so fancy.
What I can’t understand, though, is why my ladyflower is such a fountain of inspiration for ultra-caffeinated elixirs, yet the Tucker Maxes of the world couldn’t eat box if their life depended on it. Ever heard the phrase “the lady doth protest too much?” I’m onto your tricks, p*ssy-themed energy drinkers. [P*ssydrinks.com via Jezebel] Keep reading »
Boaters in Hamburg, Germany’s Binnenalster Lake, enjoyed an up close and personal moment with Die Badende, or The Bather, a new sculpture by artist Oliver Voss. Those are some lovely knees, lady. Keep reading »
A test for date rape drugs may soon be available so women can learn in real-time if their drinks have been spiked. All a boozer has to do is dip the test into the drink and the test tells you whether it’s been roofied with either GHB or ketamine. The test works equally well on beer, cocktails, mocktails and soft drinks and allegedly has a 100 percent success rate. Date rape drug tests, created by Israeli scientists, should be commercially available in a year and a half. Keep reading »
Most of the things bigots do are just plain sad. Take “ex-gay therapy,” for example. A bunch of quacks claim that homosexuals can be “cured” of their same-sex attraction through what they call “gay aversion therapy,” but which is really just shaming and guilt-tripping. “Ex-gay therapy” is roundly criticized by actual psychologists. You can read all about the American Psychological Association’s distaste for gay aversion therapy here. But that has not stopped its practitioners — including Michele Bachmann’s husband! — from providing the service. Frequently these “ex-gay therapies” are run by religious individuals or organizations and the practice is euphemistically referring to as “praying the gay away.”
But sometimes, thank God, these very same bigots are hilariously funny. Take, for instance, when “ex-gay therapy” involves getting cuddled by a bunch of dudes. Keep reading »