There’s more to being ready to be in a committed relationship than a combination of emotional preparedness and luck: it turns out that there are certain traits that can predict whether someone is going to cohabit or marry. Keep reading »
When I saw that today’s New York Times Style section has yet another article about the return of pubic hair, I sighed with annoyance. Must we? Again? Seriously, I do not really actually care what any of you do with your pubes. You do you, hairy or not. But there was one delightful tidbit that stuck out in the piece:
For the last six years, Alexis Steinman, 37, a costumer in Seattle, has been getting a wax of her own design, which she calls “the Alexis”: a full front and bare everywhere else. “I have been ridiculed by many waxers, but having no hair, you look like a stripper or a kid,” Ms. Steinman said. “Neither one of those things are what I’m aspiring as a woman to resemble.”
First of all, it takes a real special kind of asshole to “ridicule” a paying customer for how they want their damn pubic hair to look. Just be quiet and rip the hair out like I told you, okay? Anyway, I admire Steinmen’s decision to think outside the box when it comes to her box’s hair and was inspired to consider how a pubic hairstyle named after me might look. And I asked the rest of the The Frisky gals the same thing, using their answers to have a little stupid fun with Photoshop… Keep reading »
“The Armpit Song,” by Siwan Clark, perfectly captures the anxiety caused by trying to keep up with societal beauty pressures of eyebrow plucking, nail painting, feet scraping, boob padding and all that hassling about getting vajazzled. To further drive home the point, the video stars, not a woman, but a man performing all of these beauty treatments Clark sings about. As she so wisely points out in her lyrics, “even though this song is quite feminist, there’s still no need to mention armpits” because she’s “not brave enough to fix it” on her own. I would help her, but I need to go buy some hair dye and make a waxing appointment. When will it end!? [Jezebel]
For those of us who love mustaches, November is like an early Christmas. That’s because each November, tons of hot dudes participate in what’s known as Movember, an annual mustache-growing event meant to raise awareness about testicular cancer. Now, a bunch of British ladies have created a female-centric version of Movember, called Armpits4August, now in its second year, which encourages ladies to grow out their armpit hair to raise funds to fight polycystic ovary syndrome (PCOS). PCOS is a disorder that effects up to 10 percent of women worldwide, and results in fertility problems, painful periods, and hormonal problems. Keep reading »
Wild! That’s the only word for the insane haircuts and dye jobs this collection of pups received in order to compete in an annual extreme dog grooming competition, held each year in Pasadena, Florida. The winning groomer receives $5,000, but what does the winning dog get? Humiliation? Ridicule from his fellow doggy friends?
This year’s winner (pictured) was Kobe the poodle (it seems there’s a disproportionate number of poodles stuck competing in these things), who was groomed into an array of Sesame Street characters and accompanied by his very own Oscar the Grouch. Groomer Catherine “Cat” Opson was inspired to create the design to encourage her fellow groomers to be nice to each other. “I wanted to remind people that we could live a little more like children and get along,” she said.
How nice! But we’re not quite sure how the dogs feel about it. Above, more shots from the competition.
Was anyone else really competitive about hitting puberty? When the other girls in my 6th grade class started wearing bras, I begged my mom to buy me one even though I had nothin’ but beestings. And when I was one of the first to get my period, I felt like the Queen of some really cool club. And pubic hair? You’d better believe my best friend and I compared our down there hair growth when we were supposed to be doing homework. Ahh, how clearly we understood the significance — pubic hair was among the first signs that we were becoming women. But how little we knew about its potential to be high maintenance. In the years since I got my first little thatch, pubic hair grooming has become a major industry. You can let it grow wild, you can trim it, you can shave it, you can wax it, hell, you can slap a bedazzled bird on it. In fact, how you groom your pubes says a lot about you*, like… Keep reading »
Women most desire the manners and appearance of men from the 1950s, according to a new survey by the men’s skincare brand, Scaramouche & Fandango. (Yes, that’s their real name.) The survey found that more than half of women thought men cleaned up better in the 1950s and more than two-thirds of these poor, beleaguered women said they preferred old-fashioned chivalry. Four-fifths of the women surveyed said they wish their man had a better grooming routine … and half of the men admitted they didn’t groom at all.
So, to translate, a company that sells men’s grooming products wants men to know that women are more attracted to men who take more care with their grooming than the full Zach Galifianakis look. No big news there. Get rid of your nasty beards, hipsters!
However, I do think there is something to be said about our idealization of the 1950s era and what it means about jerks today. Keep reading »
Pubic hair has been growing between our legs since … well, since we’ve existed. Currently en vogue for women, and the subject of much debate, is the hairless, or as-little-hair-down-there-as-possible, look. Whether you choose to go hairless or not, the bald below trend existed way before “Sex and the City.”
The ancient Egyptians considered pubic hair uncivilized and removed it with razors made of flint or bronze or by a practice still used today called sugaring. So, we should probably rename “the Brazilian” “the Egyptian.”
Click through to see some of the most significant moments in the history of pubic hair. Or lack thereof. [History Undressed]
Many moons ago, when I went to summer camp, getting ready for the excursion meant a trip to Marshall’s for a new swimsuit. If the New York Times Style section is to be believed (which I am not saying it is: honestly, sometimes this shit is unbelievable) some tweens and teens prep for camp more glamorously: Girls are supposedly waxing their legs, armpits and bikini lines, getting keratin treatments, and even pre-summer camp facials. Keep reading »