Yesterday I posted about the Leading Lipstick Indicator, “a surprisingly reliable theory that suggests consumers turn to inexpensive little treats, like lipstick, when they start freaking out about the future.” It seems that included in those inexpensive indulgences, we women are splurging on sex toys to get us through the hard times. At a benefit last night for the New Space Women’s Center hosted at Babes of Toyland, owner and co-founder, Claire Cavanauh, told NYMag, “Right around when the AIG bailout started, and people’s consciousnesses were really being raised about what was going to happen, our sales went up 26 percent,” an increase she said the store hadn’t seen since just after the 9/11 terrorist attacks (the same time lipstick sales reportedly soared for leading cosmetic companies). The idea, explained benefit attendee and “Gossip Girl” actress Michelle Hurd (Eleanor Waldorf’s assistant, Laurel) is, “You can stay home, it’s free! And it’s warm, especially since here in New York it’s getting so cold.” She even bought her mother the Rabbit for Christmas last year, a vibrator made famous by a memorable “Sex and the City” episode. While I can appreciate a vibrator’s place in these trying economic times, I’m not quite sure I’d give the gift that keeps giving to the woman who gave me life (a tube of lipstick may be a more appropriate stocking stuffer), but what about you guys? Would you ever give someone — your mother or anyone else — a vibe as a holiday gift? [via NYMag] Keep reading »
You take the good, you take the bad, you take ‘em all and then you have….a career in porn! The classic ’80s sitcom about an all-girls boarding house, “The Facts of Life,” has been re-imagined by some dirty minds. Back in the day, we were sure Jo loved the ladies, but in this saucy version, Tootie and the gang all like pootie! The adult vid, out today, climaxes in an orgy with their housemother, Ms. Garrett. Wow, there goes another innocent childhood favorite! [The Soup via ET]
Ever since I sold my old Ford Contour, packed all my belongings and moved to Manhattan, vehicular sex isn’t something I think about much…unless, of course, I’m three sheets to the wind and cabbing it home with my equally intoxicated boyfriend (and even then we’re lucky to have the wherewithal to make it to second base). That said, if I did live in a place where having a car was practical, I’d probably opt for something green (the movement, not the color), being the eco-conscious soul I am. And now, thanks to Treehugger, if I ever find myself in one of those cars, which tend to be on the small side, I’ll know four eco-conscious sex positions designed with compact cars in mind. A guide after the jump.
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Hi, I’m Dr. V. I’m not a real doctor, I just play one on the Internet. What I am is a lady, a lady who is a fool for love! And I love nothing more than sex. My passion for pleasure has happily led me on many adventures in the sack, but has also, sadly, made me one of my gyno’s most valuable players. But I’ve lived to tell the tale(s)! So, from time to time, I will dish the dirt on everything from getting freaky to getting freaked out. Now, let’s get this party started…
Urinary tract infections (UTIs) are about as common as people who voted for Barack Obama. Roughly 50% of women have had one — myself included! Sex is dirty in a good way, if you’re doing it right, but sometimes it can be dirty in a bad way. UTIs are caused by bacteria gettin’ all up in your nether-regions and some ladies are particularly prone to them. But the good news is, it can go away almost as quickly as you came! So here’s the 411 on the common crotch conundrum… Keep reading »
Check out this awesome, controversial Australian ad for Kotex U, in which a woman takes her pet beaver to the beach. (Her beaver! Get it?) The product website bills itself as a “place that takes the ‘oo’ out of the vagina taboo,” and reports 94 percent of Australian women have a nickname for their cooters. Watch the lady and her beaver hang out, see what happens when a beaver has to decide between period panties and a thong, and find out how many people it takes to turn a beaver into a girl’s best friend. [AdAge] Keep reading »
Earlier this week we asked you about the biggest sexual misconceptions about women. A whopping 24% of you voted “Chicks don’t masturbate, at least not regularly!” as number one. With that in mind, I’m going to get even nosier. How often to stroke the man in the boat, dial the rotary phone, strum the banjo, etc. etc. etc.? Keep reading »
“I can go all night long, baby!” While this common guy claim is rarely true, is this really what women want? According to a Penn State Study published last spring, ”Satisfactory sexual intercourse for couples lasts from three to 13 minutes.” Damn, that’s less time than it takes me eat a burrito! (Which, let’s face it, in some cases, can be more deliciously gratifying.) But sex, as we all know, is a quality over quantity thing. Going at it like bunnies until the break of dawn sounds fun, but with risk factors like chafing, early morning meetings, and general exhaustion, you can’t go on bumpin’ uglies forever — which explains why “women like sex to last, and last, and last” came in second in our poll of sexual misconceptions. So, what do you consider the perfect amount of time strictly for D-in-V-style penetration?
Guys think they know oh so much about women and sex. “Women only like the missionary and never want to mix up positions!” “Every chick I’ve ever boned came like clockwork because I am just that good!” Puhlease. There are so many misconceptions about women and sex. But which is the biggest? Keep reading »
E., my best guy friend in college, believed that women should eliminate giving handjobs from their hook-up repertoire. “They always end up either hurting or not being satisfying at all,” he asserted. “The bottom line: there’s no way you can do it as well as he can.” It did make perfect sense. Why should I — or any woman, for that matter — attempt to please my guy with something of which he’s perfected the art? That would be like making Italian food for Mario Batali, or giving Spencer Pratt of “The Hills” lessons on how to be a douchebag. Keep reading »
The morning after a recent tryst, I was mortified to find two giant purple hickies on my neck. Even more painful: I limped through the rest of the weekend because we had gotten a little (ahem) enthusiastic in the sack. Determined to avoid more bedroom battle-scars, I turned to science to find out how to get off without getting injured. My tricks, after the jump… Keep reading »