The HanaHana Nose Stretcher is not for the beauty faint of heart. I always thought that Brazilian bikini waxes and Botox were marks of the beauty brave, but there needs to be a whole new category for those who try the HanaHana Nose Stretcher. This Japanese nose stretcher (does anyone else think this sounds like a form of torture?) is basically a super-strong pink clothespin. This contraption works by clamping it over your nostrils for a few minutes every day, and apparently the extreme pressure exerted over the cartilage stretches your nose out—a look coveted by girls who think their nose it too flat or “button-like.” I have no current plans to do a beauty test drive on this product, but for $7 you can try it and let me know how it turns out.
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Yesterday, as I was flipping through People, I came across an advertisement that scared me to death. What was it marketing? Feminine hygiene products, of course. Because, I mean, what could be scarier than a period?! The Always Infinity ad features a dangerous tornado-like whirlpool swirling ominously into a gigantic maxi pad. A pad that, apparently, has the power to absorb ten times its weight— “so your heavy days won’t spin you out of control.” (If you care to see the full, 3-D, moving visual, check it out here.)
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Days of the week underwear is a wonderful fashion concept—if you’re going to have one of something you love, why not have seven? Enter the Ring a Day, which are stainless steel sheets (almost stencil-like) that come with seven with pre-cut rings of different shapes to pop out and wear for a week. Once removed from its packaging, the ring makes a minimalist statement, as it sits flat in the shapes of diamonds and gems. Once you’re done, continue the fun by hanging the leftover sheets/stencils on your wall. Or, a small hole at the top allows you to string them on a necklace, which, we have to say, is kinda weird. (What we think is cuter would be to make a charm necklace out of the cutouts.) The best part: unlike those days of the week underwear, there are no specific dates for each ring. So you’ll never get in trouble again for wearing your Mondays on a Wednesday. [$140, Supermarkethq.com] Keep reading »
Okay, mon, so this one really blew my mind. There’s this new dance craze in Jamaica called “daggering”—check out a very G-rated version in this Mr. Vegas video so aptly entitled “Daggering.” Basically, imagine a dude using his erect penis as a…er…dagger and trying to stab it into unaccommodating places on a woman’s body (i.e. anything but a hole). Um…basically simulating sex. Some geniuses are taking this craze into the bedroom—same idea only this time, they’re getting injured. Bending the penis when it’s at attention can cause it to fracture. The guys get a sudden, sharp pain and then their thing gets black and blue. Doctors in Jamaica are freaking out because the number of penis fractures in the country has tripled. As a result, government officials have banned any type of media promoting daggering.
Sheesh, until recently — thanks “Grey’s Anatomy”! — I didn’t even know penises could break. Warning dudes: always exercise caution with your dagger. [Newsweek]
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In the last month or so, three of my close friends have gotten engaged. Meanwhile, I haven’t had a serious relationship for three years. For some reason, whenever I tell people that another one of my pals has a ring on her finger, they get a sad, sympathetic look on their face, like they’re afraid I might start crying or go into a deep depression. They shouldn’t be concerned, though, because I’m not the least bit jealous. Keep reading »
As someone who has at least a surface interest in interior design, I feel pretty strongly that a person’s possessions and home decor ought to say something about him or her. I, for example, have a ton of Asian crap around my apartment, like silkscreens, fans, woodwork and other knick-knacks, not because I’m Asian, but because I was born in Japan and lived the first 13 years of my life in Asia. My fiance, whom I live with, has framed concert posters of Johnny Cash and Loretta Lynn, a nod to his favorite music. And I guess people who are really into safe sex and, um, sleeping would love this silkscreened condom pillow. It comes with a little slot to keep your real condoms, and even a giant fabric condom that I guess you could use as a sort of laundry bag. Any other ideas? A condom ghost? Pillow set is $80 at Etsy. [via Tools of Attraction] Keep reading »
Just how much does gender influence the way a judge makes decisions?
The New York Times tried to tackle this behemoth question—as it pertains to Sonia Sotomayor, President Obama’s nominee for the Supreme Court—in one tight little article this weekend. And while we hate to nitpick, the title alone kinda pissed us off: “Debate On Whether Female Judges Decide Differently Arises Anew.”
Of course men and women are different. We have different life experiences, different hormones coursing through our bodies, and different ideas of what constitutes a clean bathtub. But our problem when talking about differences is more of a semantic one: why is being a male considered “normal,” but being a female is considered “different”? We don’t like the implication of phrases like “will Sotomayor decide differently” or “does Ginsberg decide differently?”, as if decisions made by males are status quo and what should be normal. How did being of the less-represented gender equal some kind of bias? Keep reading »
In Nevada, land of legal prostitution, there are currently 25 legal sex houses—and all of them are staffed by women to serve men. But what happens in Vegas, may now be happening for the ladies! According to a report from the Nevada Brothel Association, a number of their fine establishments are looking to add some studs to their employee rosters. If there was ever a reason for feminism, it’s got to be this chance to even the score. Why should men get to be the only ones who can buy themselves some sexy time? Keep reading »
After you’ve been dumped it’s pretty easy to think up things that sucked about your ex. Why My Ex Sucks wants you to “condense your bitterness” into three reasons why your ex is the worst and submit them for public enjoyment. Some of the greatest include:
“He had a twisted relationship with his twin sister. He referred to her as ‘his girlfriend.’”
“He was so dumb that at one point he thought I made up both the names ‘Hamlet’ and ‘Shakespeare.’”
“When we broke up and I kicked him out, he proceeded uninstall and steal our toilet.”
All of this makes for loads of amusement, but you know what’s harder, and possibly even more therapeutic in, like, a healthy way, than coming up with three awful things about your ex? Coming up with three ways in which they totally ruled. My ex and I used to play a game called “Look at the things I’ve brought into your life,” in which we’d list random fun stuff we introduced each other to. For example, thanks to me, my ex is now a Democrat, got to go to Carnival in Trinidad, and eats green vegetables with some frequency. I attempt to return the positivity, after the jump… Keep reading »