A test for date rape drugs may soon be available so women can learn in real-time if their drinks have been spiked. All a boozer has to do is dip the test into the drink and the test tells you whether it’s been roofied with either GHB or ketamine. The test works equally well on beer, cocktails, mocktails and soft drinks and allegedly has a 100 percent success rate. Date rape drug tests, created by Israeli scientists, should be commercially available in a year and a half. Keep reading »
Pink beer is the latest product to be feminized for the fairer sex. Molson Coors, a brewery, is pink-ifying a lager called Animée to be less “masculine” with “clear filtered, crisp rosé and zesty lemon flavors,” according to the UK’s Independent.
Pink beer … sounds like wine. It sounds like champagne, actually. And pink champagne is already a thing. Ergo, pink beer is not something that needs to happen, except in La La La Marketing Land where advertisers think anything “pink” appeals to pretty, pretty princesses women. Newsflash, beer advertisers: maybe if every single one of your commercials wasn’t about T&A your products would appeal to us more! Keep reading »
When I was growing up, one of life’s greatest pleasures was going over to my grandmother’s house and making Coke slushies and microwaved s’mores. These days, I can still make s’mores when I’ve got the hankering, but my homemade slushie cravings have long gone unquenched because I lacked the proper device — but not anymore! The Slush Mug is back, baby! This retro mug miraculously turns your favorite tasty beverage into frozen slush thanks to the highly scientific “Glaciercore.” Plus, now that I’m of age, I can use it to make alcoholic versions of my old favorites. Jack and Coke Slushies, anyone?
Earlier this week, Vinny was seen loading his bags into a car outside “Jersey Shore”‘s Seaside Heights house as he allegedly quit the show. Days later, The Situation stormed off, too, huffing and puffing to the paparazzi that he, “the bad guy,” was quitting, too. Drama, drama, drama.
So, how did a sensitive soul like Snooki cope with the breakup of her family unit? The only way Snooks knows how: she tied one on and danced with a potted plant. I am sure Louis Vuitton is thrilled about the product plug in the video footage of this special moment.
Aw, girl, we’ve all been there. In the spirit of summer weekends (!), I mixed myself a mojito and sauntered around the Frisky office, asking my colleagues: “What is the silliest thing you’ve done while drunk?” I already knew Amelia once fell into a lake (at a wedding). Oh, but it gets much, much, much funnier. Keep reading »
“I hardly drink now. I used to drink every single day. I’m more into getting fit, going to the gym, eating healthy because then you feel better about yourself … If I was stretched out, I would look like a supermodel. But I’m like compact, so I look like 160 pounds.”
—Snooki, always the modest one, talks to Star Magazine about her recent weight loss and general push to eat better and exercise more. But we’re not as interested in that part of things. Um, did we hear that right? Snooki is hardly drinking? This turn of events will probably make “Jersey Shore” far less entertaining, but after her getting arrested on the boardwalk in broad daylight for public intoxication last season, I have to say it sounds like a good thing. [Radar Online] Keep reading »
There are few greater summertime pleasures than an ice cold beer with a freshly squeezed lime floating inside it. Except getting the juice — and then the slice of lime — down inside is often more complicated than it should be. That’s why some genius saw fit to create the Citrus Blaster, which first squeezes the lime juice and then plunges the fruit rind directly into your beer. This handy gadget might just be the best invention since beer itself.
Last weekend, I stood on the subway platform, thumbing through a magazine and grumbling about how the next train wouldn’t arrive for another 11 minutes. As I waited, more and more feet descended the stairs. Two pairs caught my attention — one was manicured with bright red polish and strapped into a sky high silver sandals, the other was in electric blue stilettos. Both pairs of ankles wobbled as their owners awkwardly lowered their feet. It seemed like at any moment, one—or maybe both—of them would come plummeting down the stairs. A few unsteady steps later, two women appeared in full view—both their faces were flushed and they clung to each other’s arms for dear life. “Wha a you lookin’ at,” one of them slurred to a guy who shook his head as they passed.
These girls were trashed. It was only 8 p.m.
Watching them zig and zag down the subway platform, I felt adrenaline rush through me. I felt like I should do something. But what? These are adults. They’re just having fun, I thought. They can take care of themselves.
But then another part of me thought: how naive. Keep reading »
“There is no justice for drunk women,” begins Andrea Peysner’s New York Post column, “It’s Open Season For Predators In Uniform,” about the acquittal of a cop accused of raping a drunk woman in her apartment. “A Manhattan jury yesterday had to decide whom it hated more: a rotten police officer who admitted he lied, cheated, cuddled, kissed and groped a drunken woman. Or the woman herself … But there never was any contest. The jury loathed her on sight.” Peysner, it should be noted, is known for her extremely conservative views. I generally consider her a wack job, so I was shocked to read that she was just as appalled as I am by the results of this case.
As a young woman who has also been drunk on many occasions, this case has resonated deeply with me. It has, in particular, reminded me of a night I had eight years ago. I am now wondering how a jury of my peers would have judged me had the night gone differently. Keep reading »
Spring has sprung! Time to start riding our bikes everywhere — to work, to do errands, and to rooftop parties where the wine shall flow freely. The wine! Oh crap, we’re supposed to bring a bottle — perhaps a lovely Malbec or Pinot Grigio. Transporting the booze is no problem with oopsmark’s leather wine holster with brass hardware, which secures tightly on our bike’s frame and fits any size bottle of vino. Start peddling.