Zergnet: Simply Irresistible
I have a gap between my two front teeth. It’s not big enough to drive a truck through (unless it’s a very, very tiny truck), but I can whistle like a bird and shoot water in a fancy stream. Every time I go to the dentist, they ask: “Do you want to fix that?” No! It’s part of what makes me me. Gap-toothed women have been around since the beginning of tooth history. In The Canterbury Tales, Chaucer described the Wife of Bath legendarily: “Gat-toothed was she.” The fancy name for this dental space is Diastema. Supposedly, gap-toothed women are oversexed and well-traveled. True or false? Check out these awesome gap-toothed ladies!
“I’m not even kidding, my wife—OK, I’m gonna get crass here—but we’re barely having sex because I’m scared that she’s gonna have a baby. That’s the level our marriage is on right now. I’m not even kidding—my wife has me debating cutting off my nuts.”
Oh, to have been a fly on the wall at the Detroit City Council meeting yesterday. DJs, strippers, and club owners descended on the council, begging to be left alone. See, Detroit’s city government is trying to put regulations on the adult entertainment industry and has proposed that dancers stay at least six feet away from patrons onstage and 18 inches away when they’re on the floor—meaning that there can be no intentional physical contact. So long, lap dances! I’m not a guy, but what’s the appeal of paying to be six feet from a naked woman when there’s free internet porn? There are 33 strip clubs in Detroit and many of the dancers are parents putting themselves through school or people who just have limited job choices. One single mother and dancer said, “All of us are young. There’s nothing else out there. There’s no jobs.” The executive director of the Association of Club Executives in Michigan and California says the clubs bring in over $3 million a year to Detroit. Religious figures from Perfecting Church and Second Ebenezer Church (how evil villain-core are those names?!) came to support the city, and the government hired a Tennessee attorney who’s apparently the master at closing strip clubs to consult for a mere $75,000. [Freep] Keep reading »
The other day I was reading the personal blog of an old acquaintance of mine who’s currently going through a rather painful breakup. She’s in her mid-30s, has been married at least once before and has children from two different men, so clearly this is a road she’s at least a little familiar with, which is why I was so surprised by her most recent breakup confession. She wrote on her blog that the hardest thing she’s done so far — that one thing that has made this breakup “real” in her mind — was changing her Facebook status from “in a relationship” to “single.” Really? I thought. It wasn’t telling him you can’t see him anymore, or getting the key to your apartment back from him, or returning the clothes he kept in the corner of one of your dresser drawers that made you realize how over and done your relationship is? It was changing a line in your Facebook profile that sealed the deal for you and made it real? Keep reading »
Well, guys, we’ve reached the end of September. We’ve had some good outfits, but, of course, we’ve worn a few that didn’t flatter our figures in the least. This daily exercise has taught us many style lessons, and we’ll be sharing those tomorrow. For now, enjoy (or hate) our last ensembles of the month. And of course, please share what you’ve got on today!
Attention “True Blood” fanatics! While it ain’t exactly synthetic vampire blood, it does look a lot like the real stuff—and will supposedly give you a bit of a boost in an energy-juice sort of way. Introducing Blood Energy Potion by a company called Urban Collection: It looks like blood, has similar viscosity, shares the same nutritional composition and comes in a resealable plastic bag … just like blood! Perhaps the perfect Halloween accessory? Then again, could you actually imagine sipping this or would it totally gross you out? [InventorSpot] Keep reading »
Why, Now? The United States Waited 31 Years to Arrest Polanksi
Why was Roman Polanski arrested in the extraditable country of Switzerland this week? The real question is why wasn’t Polanski, who owns a home there, arrested on any of his previous visits? A little digging supports the obvious, repeating theme: It was all Polanski’s fault. The Smoking Gun reported earlier this year that the original grand jury testimony for Polanski’s 1977 rape trial had recently been unsealed. How recently? Not long after December, when The New York Times reported that lawyers for Polanski requested dismissal of the charges. To support their request, Polanski’s lawyers pointed to possible prosecutor and judicial misconduct as highlighted in Marina Zenovich’s 2008 documentary about the trial, “Roman Polanski: Wanted and Desired.” So transcripts of the 13 year old victim’s frank and heartbreaking testimony are now available through a Google search. Polanski can probably thank nobody but himself for that. Coverage of the horrifying transcripts is after the jump.
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Another week, another Wednesday. This one, just like all the others before, is full of wonderment and speculation. That’s right. It’s tabloid time! The personal lives of celebrities have been reduced to poignant blurbs and glossy cover lines. We’ve read through all the magical pages of our favorite smack-talking ‘bloids and plum-picked the most interesting tidbits. Now if only they were all true. Enjoy! Keep reading »
Stereotypes be damned! Everyone in France is rocking the striped shirt right now. Not everyone, however, pulls it together as cutely as Laura does here. Pairing her Petit Bateau striped shirt with a Maje ruffled, floral mini, she adds an unexpected element and ups the chic factor for a look that is both sweet and stylish. [See more shopping options in our Breton shirt gallery. -- Editor] Keep reading »
Men should buy women flowers. They are colorful. They smell nice. And without them, flora would never get laid. To many, purchasing flowers is cliché or corny or tacky. And to others, it’s an outdated ritual in our modern era of gender equality. I’d like to address the men reading this (all five of you): buy the broads flowers. Trust me. And now to all the women reading, who outnumber us dudes 100 to 1: allow the douches in your life to buy you flowers. Trust me. Keep reading »