We’ve already mentioned how sales of lipstick and home hair dye have been on the rise since the beginning of the recession, and now the Telegraph U.K. is reporting that “racy underwear” is selling at a record rate, too — at least in England. Keep reading »
This might be the one case when you refer to “light balls” without making a Freudian slip. Behold the testicular-shaped lamp designed by Dima Loginoff, called “Male.” Turning a guy on has never been so easy. [Inventorspot.com] Keep reading »
My imaginary redneck boyfriend, Levi Johnston, is still runnin’ that tobacco spittin’ mouth of his. (Actually, I don’t know if he actually chews/spits tobacco, I’m just being admittedly stereotypical about rednecks.) This time he’s chatting with New York, a city, by the way, he tells the mag he doesn’t like. Levi tells the mag, “There’s too many people. I can’t wait to get home.” Levi really realized home was where his heart was when he was dragged to the Republican National Convention and told to wave and smile, prompting the media to suggest he would be moving to Washington, D.C. with the Palin family had the McCain ticket won the Presidency. Of the convention he says, “That was ridiculous…. I ain’t never moving.” Well, shucks. Keep reading »
If you were a child of the ’80s like me, you probably grew up collecting the Garbage Pail Kids. In my day, the Kids were not just a trading card hobby—they were a status symbol. Having an entire collection made you an icon at my elementary school, and that’s what I was determined to become. I always spent summers in Long Island visiting my grandparents, and while most kids would get all worked up about going to the beach…not me. I spent the entire summer with the goal to collect every Garbage Pail Kid in the 4th series—both the A and B decks. You “Pail Junkies” know what I’m talking about. Every Kid had two different names. By the end of the summer, Bloated Blair and Swollen Sue Ellen (same art work, different names) proudly completed my collection. When I returned to 3rd grade that fall, my popularity soared to new heights when I brought my Pail album in for show-and-tell. This album still sits in my parent’s garage in mint condition. I am determined to have it become my number one family heirloom—who cares about jewelry?
For those of you feeling nostalgic for better times—in my opinion Pokémon doesn’t hold a candle to the Kids—check out this Garbage Pail Kids Quiz that will seriously test your knowledge. I am happy to say that I scored 94%. Not to brag or anything. What’s your favorite Garbage Pail Kids memory? [Mental Floss] Keep reading »
It’s almost socially acceptable these days to become a cat lady, but apparently rabbit ladies get arrested? 47-year-old Miriam Sakewitz was sentenced to ninety days in jail after violating her probation by having fifteen rabbits in her Oregon hotel room. The lapin-obsessed woman’s original arrest came in 2006 when the po-po found more than 150 rabbits chillin’ at her house…plus a load of bunny corpses in the freezer. She was arrested and pleaded “no contest” to charges of animal neglect and wasn’t allowed near her furry friends for five years of probation. Whoops! I guess when you’ve got nearly 200 bunnies taking over your casa, it’s simply a more literal translation of animal husbandry but how shady is it to rent a room for the occasion? [AssociatedPress] Keep reading »
How sweet would it be to never have sweat stains on the pits of your silk tops and summer dresses? Forget antiperspirant, and instead try on Sweat Block, liquid soaked pads that you swipe on your underarms before bed, which then keeps your pits dry for a whole week. No joke. It may sound like a crock or a crazy science experiment that may give you cancer, but Sweat Block is scarily legit. The medicated wipes work best while you’re sleeping (when your sweat glands aren’t active), forming a non-filmy, undetectable chemical block. I’ve been using the pads for two weeks, and so far I give the company an “A” on the non-perspiration front. As for pleasantness of smell, Sweat Block gets a “C.” Yet, putting up with the temporary scent of the wipes is nothing in comparison to dealing with the smell of B.O.—or worse—baby powder-scented B.O. [$19.99, Sweatblock.com] Keep reading »
Yikes! With less than six months to go, the end of the decade is rapidly approaching. This past decade has seen many fashion improvements since the 90′s. Give yourself a pat on the back. Now it’s time to get to work. We have less than six months to eradicate some of the more embarrassing trends from the past years. Banning dark lipstick, heavy foundation and the anchor woman haircut were impressive achievements, but not nearly enough to forgive all our other fashion sins. Here is a list of styles and trends that must be destroyed as soon as possible. If we stop wearing these items now, history may forget that they ever existed, or may at least look kindly at the fact that we recognized the error of our fashion ways and attempted to repent before it was too late. Keep reading »
Funny how “cavemen” get all the glory while you almost never hear about “cave women.” But after 25,000 years, it’s becoming clear that the ladies who (maybe?) wore animal skins and dwelled in caves had a bigger part in prehistoric artwork than was previously thought. Professor Dean Snow from Pennsylvania State University has studied and analyzed the proportions of hand stencils in French and Spanish caves, and he believes that while the larger prints are clearly male hands, the smaller ones belonged to adult women. Using digit ratios and proportions to compare prehistoric hand outlines with the size of their ancestors’ hands today, Snow claims that the combination of a long index finger and a short pinky indicates that women were up in the caves painting right alongside the men. So give the cave ladies some love. [Daily Mail] Keep reading »
Lady Gaga performed at gay club Heaven over the weekend wearing a number of ridic outfits, including this polygon of a dress. Looks like we have a trend in the works. Keep reading »
A couple months ago I posted a letter to my younger self, to which many of you responded with letters to your own younger selves in the comment section. Turns out, we had a lot to say to our mini-me’s — from dating advice to style tips, we’ve learned a lot since the days we donned jelly shoes and spent weekends cruising the mall (or should I say we’ve learned a lot since the first time we donned jelly shoes and spent weekends cruising the mall?). I combed through the letters to our younger selves for the best lessons learned and wisdom gained. After the jump, 15 tips for the young women behind us. Keep reading »
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