Was your love for the original “Degrassi High” reignited by our “Favorite Fictional TV Bands” slideshow earlier today? Now you can show just how passionately you feel aboot (yeah, we said it) Canada’s answer to “90210″ with this T-shirt. The whole gang is there — Spike! The twin who had the abortion! Every member of Zit Remedy! Throw on a fedora to fully channel Joey Jeremiah. He was such a stud.
A commercial for Yves Saint Laurent’s Belle D’Opium fragrance has been banned in the U.K. because the ad supposedly shows models “simulating drug use.” The Advertising Standards Authority (ASA) “therefore concluded it was irresponsible and unacceptable for broadcast.” In the ad (above), the character of “Belle” runs her finger down her arm and the ASA concluded that action “could be seen to simulate the injection of opiates into the body.” The ASA also felt that Belle’s movements later in the ad, including one in which “her body [seizes] upwards while lying on the floor,” could be viewed as “simulating the effect of drugs on the body.” Personally, I just think she’s dancing like nobody’s watching. Kind of hilariously, the Daily Mail U.K.
notes that the ad has already been viewed by 44 million people and that a whopping 96 percent of French women (specifically!) didn’t think there was anything inappropriate about the commercial. So what do you think? Do you side with the crusty old ASA or those hip French ladies? [Huffington Post
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Personally, I’m not into lingerie being given as a gift. If my boyfriend gave me a super fancy bra and panty set — one that was clearly to be worn in the confines of the bedroom and not under regular clothing because all the bells and whistles would make for unsightly panty lines — for Valentine’s Day, I would be polite about it, but would feel kind of gypped. Talk about a gift for the giver! Anyway, our friends at The Gloss have alerted me to an even creepier version of this selfish gift-giving tradition. Knickermail, which of course launched just in time for this holiest of holidays, let’s the buyer pick which color panties they want to send and write a personalized message, and then off they go to the recipient. Frankly, I don’t want a totally random pair of tacky satin panties landing on my doorstep. For starters, who is going to be sending these? I would hope a long-distance boyfriend, intent on sending lingerie to his beloved, would take the time to pick out specific pieces that would suit her style and his boner’s taste. And a boyfriend who doesn’t live far away would just deliver his gift in person, no? The only other type of guy who would send panties in the mail is a creepy stalker, right? This is more like a KnickerFAIL to me. [The Gloss] Keep reading »
From anxiety over one’s relationship status (or lack thereof), to figuring out a non-lame way to celebrate, Valentine’s Day, more than any other occasion, has the power to elicit panic in even the most reserved, well-tempered individuals. Perhaps the most nerve-wracking experience of the whole occasion is choosing an appropriate gift, one that sends just the right message without inadvertently offending anyone in the process. Worse than the stress in choosing a perfect gift, though, is the disappointment in receiving one that totally sucks. After the jump, 20 Valentine’s Day gifts we hope you don’t get stuck with this year. Keep reading »
As the Midwest and Northeast United States gets hit with the millionth snowstorm/blizzard thing (whatever you call it, it’s crappy) of the season, we’re obsessing about staying warm and dry. Hunter wellies are a winter staple for us Frisky gals — these rain boots look cute but protect your feet from puddles. But when it’s especially cold and snowy, rain boots don’t do much to actually keep your toesies warm. Thankfully, Hunter’s cuff socks will make your everyday rain boots perfectly appropriate for stomping around in the snow, ensuring your feet won’t go numb in the process.
Atlanta woman, Jazz Ison Sinkfield, is hoping her shimmery gold, 20-inch-long fingernails will make her famous. Her goal is to share the story of her “divine gifts,” which she’s been growing for the last 22 years, on Oprah’s couch someday. Jazz’s monthly salon maintenance includes five-hour sessions at $250 a pop at Exotic Nail and Spa. But that’s not all! She refrains from tying her shoes and we’re guessing that masturbation is out of the question. Fame always comes with a price. Oh wait, how does she shower, or eat, or pick her nose? God, I have so many questions. [The Gloss
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