When I first read about the life-size, world record-setting gingerbread house that had been erected in Texas, I was ready to pack my bags and move in. I mean, 39,000 edible cubic feet of gingerbread, frosting, candy canes, and lollipops? Life dream status! But alas, some things that seem like a dream true are actually a nightmare in disguise. In the case of my beloved gingerbread house, the nightmare came in the form of 2,000 bees who have reportedly infested the sugary structure. A beekeeper was brought in to relocate the swarm, but the anxiety caused by the possibility of their return would probably cause me to emotionally eat the entire living room. Because if there’s one thing that’s stronger than my love of gingerbread, it’s my fear of bees. Sigh. I suppose my gingerbread house dream will have to be put on hold, yet again. [Oddity Central]
I hate the term holiday blues. I think that’s because when I was 19, December rolled around and I fell into a full-blown depression, complete with sleepless nights, loss of appetite and thoughts of suicide. The holiday blues sound like an uptempo jazz standard compared to the nightmarish thoughts blaring in my head. I’m hardly the only college student who has teetered on the brink of a breakdown. It’s practically a cliche to experience some sort of mental and emotional suffering when you’re that age. But at the time, it didn’t feel like a cliche. It felt like the fight of my life, the recovery from which, with the help of therapy, was an epic journey up from an underworld I feared I might inhabit for the rest of my life. Months later, sitting in my therapist’s office, trying to solve a Rubick’s Cube that she kept on her desk, I clicked one row of orange squares together and felt a spark of hope. I woke up the next morning and thought, What’s for breakfast? I knew I was doing a lot better — at least enough to begin to function again.
I’ve never suffered another episode of depression, but ever since then, I’ve never experienced a happy holiday season either. I know that this is a particularly difficult time of year for many people. Especially those who suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder or those who are grappling with more tangible hardships like financial struggles or a death in the family. I wish I could say I had a definitive reason to feel so meh in December. It’s much harder to pin down my discomfort around this time of year because it’s not related to my external circumstances — I have a wonderful family, great friends, a happy relationship and a job I love. I have much to be grateful and joyous about and I know it. The thing is, I consider myself a more-or-less happy person — at least for big pockets of time year-round. I understand how to access joy more often as I get older — positive thoughts, low expectations, balance. Even still, at this time of year, despite my best efforts, despite all my blessings, I find myself hanging on tight and crossing my fingers that I don’t spiral into darkness again. Keep reading »
Why We Love It: Fondling just got even friskier. These tiny vibrators slip over your fingertips, allowing you to touch, stroke and tickle the same ways you normally would— but with extra sensation. And they pack a lot of punch! Hello Touch delivers three times the power in less than one third the size of other fingertip vibes, and can be used by men and women for internal or external “touching”. Count me in. [$65, Hello Touch via Jimmy Jane] Keep reading »
Over the weekend, a man in a China mall gave fellow shoppers a tragic shock when he jumped off a railing and plummeted seven floors to his death.
Why? Because his girlfriend wouldn’t stop Christmas shopping. Keep reading »
I believe Miley has tried to make a name for herself lately by being that girl you never know what to expect from. Except, we’ve come to know exactly what to expect from Miley and that is twerking. Twerking on everything. So no one should be the slightest bit surprised that Miley twerked on Santa at KIIS FM’s annual Jingle Ball over the weekend. But forget feeling sorry for Santa — this one’s young, drunk, probably horny and doesn’t seem to mind Miley’s twerking one bit. No word on what Mrs. Claus thinks, however. [Jezebel]
Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree! Thy leaves are so … wait, different? Lady Gaga got into the Christmas spirit and dressed up with a big ol’ pine tree on her head, complete with ornaments. Or is that a fir? I can’t tell. Anyway, Gaga was none to please to discover a random pap’s musty shoe at her feet. Doesn’t he know to wrap his presents before putting them under the tree? See one more pic after the jump! [Photo: Pacific Coast News] Keep reading »
Why We Love It: It’s called The Bodywand because when you use it, like a Fairy Godmother’s wand, it’s magical. Seriously. With a one-finger control, the soft head pivots on a flexible neck so you can reach all of your hot spots comfortably. The best part? You don’t have to just stop at your hoo-ha. Call it Magellan, because this baby wants to explore your whole bod. [$129.99, The Bodywand] Keep reading »
It’s always great to see actors and actresses in their natural elements. Danielle Brooks and Uzo Aduba, the “Orange is the New Black” actresses known as Taystee and Crazy Eyes, teamed up with Brooklyn band Oh Honey to spread some Christmas cheer and create awareness for Artists Striving to End Poverty. Watch the video on Hello Beautiful…
Why We Love It: This one’s for the men! These stretchable masturbators slip over the shaft, each revealing a different sensation, regardless of his size. The set includes 6 eggs with different insides: various-sized nubs, delicate ribs, a web structure, bi-directional wedges, swirling patterns, and wavy ribs. Enjoy! [$39.99, Bunnyjuice] Keep reading »
I’ve known a few Noelles and Hollys in my day, so the trend of giving your baby a name inspired by the season when it was born—especially a magical season like Christmas—isn’t anything new. And we’ve all heard seasonal names like April, Summer, and Autumn before. (Secret confession: Autumn was my number one, all-time favorite name for a girl, no matter what season she was born in, but now I have two boys!)
But even with baby naming, you can have too much of a good thing. Read more on The Gloss…