I hate to diss your grandma’s Afghan, but it ain’t got nothing on this “Moody Couch.” That’s what designer Emelie Ernesting called her bed-cum-blanket-napstravaganza piece of furniture which looks like the warmest place ever to hibernate during the winter months. It’s the Snuggie of futons! The Slanket of couches! How long until IKEA brings out… More »
You’re probably expecting an avowed feminist like myself to put a diet soda commercial marketed to men with guns, ATVs and snake attacks on blast. It’s true, Dr. Pepper Ten’s new ad declaring “It’s not for women” is dripping with machismo like beads of sweat pour off a gator hunter in the Florida sun. But… More »
“I don’t have perfect teeth, I’m not stick thin. I want to be the person who feels great in her body and can say that she loves it and doesn’t want to change anything. It’s ridiculous that [loving the way you look] seems such an unrealistic goal. I think the actresses who are really successful are… More »
For me, dating and bra shopping are analogous. I enter both scenarios with excited anticipation and high hopes of finding a good fit only to be met with similar disappointments. The attractive ones often end up making me uncomfortable. The seemingly sensible ones offer little support. Usually, both end up in either… More »
When the Frat Boy I had my eye on invited me over under the guise of “hanging out,” eating pizza, and watching a scary movie, I arrived with hairy legs to ensure my pants stayed on.
Within minutes, the lights dimmed, the movie started, and so did the shoulder massage, which quickly evolved… More »
“I’m not a submissive, perfect pop princess, that’s for damned sure. I do think I have a rebellious, metal-loving rock chick inside of me. … I’ve always loved rock’n’roll. It’s about subversion. I’m talking to millions of people around the world about having sex freely, getting hammered, and partying. It’s fun for me to be… More »