For as long as we’re aware of other people’s dirty bits and sexual desires, we’re aware of how funny it can be to talk about them. My niece, for instance, thinks that “butt” is the funniest word in the English language. But she’s six. The grown-up version of “Ha ha, butt!” are those conversations — either whispered sotto voce or way-too-loud after a few too many cocktails — about other people’s personal lives, particularly the parts we’re not supposed to know. She did what? He wanted to put his thingy where? Oh my God. EW.
I’m not above finding the TMI details of other people’s private lives fascinating. Or sharing my own. Hey, the dude who wanted to lock me inside a dog cage and pee on me makes for an interesting story. (Hopefully he has found someone less claustrophobic to fulfill that pecadillo.) It satisfies the same morbid curiosity that wants to see celebrity nude pics. We want to know what other people are packing, I suppose so we can compare it against ourselves.
But there’s a point where a line needs to be drawn. It needs to be drawn hard. We need to stop posting people’s real-life personal, private, sexual information on the Internet for the purpose of mocking or shaming them. Keep reading »
Need a used car? You may want to consider Bristol Palin’s Dodge Challenger. It’s a 2010 model with only 14,510 miles. You can get it on Craigslist for $27,500 (OBO). And yes, it’s really hers. There’s a picture of her and Tripp standing next to it. Any takers?
Why she would put her car up for sale on CL is beyond me. There are more discreet and reliable ways to sell a used vehicle. Unless she’s trying to get more for it than it’s worth by using her “celebrity” power. Hmmmm. [Buzzfeed]
Guys, this Craigslist poster was so inspired by Shoshanna on “Girls” that he’s now offering his services as a sex mentor to shy, virginal women everywhere. Doesn’t someone want to take him up on his offer to “mentor” someone out of their virginity. Enjoy! Check out the rest of the post after the jump. [Craigslist]
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Office work is such a bore, am I right? Which is why this offer to just sit around listening to this “writer” tell “stories” and type them out sounds like a really great job opportunity. Of course, he’s not looking to pay just anyone to be his muse: you’ve got to be an attractive female and a good listener. You don’t even need to be a good speller, because he’s got someone for that. And don’t worry, the stories are “mostly really good.” I mean, he says they are, so they must be. [Craigslist]
Some clueless person in Brooklyn is looking for women to speak openly about not liking Ryan Gosling. Seriously, dude? It’s Not. Gonna. Happen. [Craigslist]
We’ve read our fair share of weird missed connections — car accidents, “You were the drunk girl,” or “You’re a cocktail waitress at the Hustler Casino.” But, this one trumps all. Listed in Los Angeles’ “M4W” section and called “I grabbed your boobs on Sunset,” it tells the tale of a man who tripped, tried to grab onto something to find the nearest thing to be a girl’s boobs, and in the process he ripped off her shirt… Keep reading »