Despite what you might assume about a glamourous ladyblog editor such as myself, I do not live a particularly rock star lifestyle. Sure, Richard Simmons, a fellow “Today Show” guest (!!!) noted that I was pretty and must be intimidating to men and, yes, sometimes I get sent free makeup to try, but my lifestyle out of the office is a lot closer to “Nell” (you know, the Jodie Foster movie?) than “Sex and the City.” I spend a lot of time shut in at home, away from interaction with my fellow humans, just nesting, cooking kale, talking to my dog about boys, and taking baths.
Which brings me to the point of this post: I may have the social life of a practically feral woman isolated in the wild, but I do know how to party like a rock star in one area — bathing! Keep reading »
My blond hair shows even the slightest bit of oiliness at the roots, so I’m a little neurotic about having clean hair. And by “a little neurotic” I mean at the first sign of oil I’m jumping in the shower, lathering up and screaming, “Out, damned grease!” Lady Macbeth-style. I’ve tried dry shampoo, and it’s good for building volume, but it’s just not the same as having clean hair. I know it’s better for your hair to wash it less frequently, but the longest I can go between washes is two days. Some of my friends only wash their hair once a week and hate the texture of “just washed” hair. I envy their lifestyle. So I’m wondering — how often do you wash your hair? How do you maximize the time between washes? Answer our poll, after the jump! Keep reading »
My fairly new boyfriend Todd was a nice-enough looking guy with some questionable grooming habits. I tried to tell myself that these minor, easily fixable flaws shouldn’t influence how I felt about him.
But instead of gazing into Todd’s eyes, I found myself staring at his nose hair, fixated. Brownish-grey tufts looking like steel wool sprouted from his nostrils. An occasional bit of crust hung from his nose hairs like food caught in a beard.
Nothing says “I love you” like buying your man a nose hair trimmer. In retrospect, I realize that Todd could have gotten (justifiably) offended. But while he “didn’t see what the big deal was,” he reluctantly agreed to try the trimmer out. Todd examined the miniscule blades that didn’t appear sharp enough to cut the nose hairs of a squirrel. He turned on the trimmer and held it to the edge of his nostril as if afraid it would get sucked in too deep and shred his brain. Keep reading »
Usually I find The New York Times Style section to be embarrassingly behind the times. Recent articles include trend pieces on people playing Big Buck Hunter at bars and the popularity of Twitter hashtags. “What’s next? An article about this new TV show called ‘Jersey Shore’?” I am prone to joking.
However, for the first time in a while, this week’s Style section features an article that is relevant to my immediate interests. Sort of. “Powder Surge: It’s A Guy Thing” is about men using talc, baby powder, and fancier branded powders to keep their nether-regions dry during the hot summer months. Basically, the NY Times printed an article about ball sweat and how men deal with it. Keep reading »
It has recently come to my attention that perhaps I am not as concerned about the cleanliness of my anus as I should be. See, in the last few weeks, I feel like the universe has been trying to tell me that keeping my chocolate starfish pristine should be higher on my list of priorities. It’s giving me a complex. Keep reading »
I consider shaving my legs a necessary summer evil, and to that end, I’ve tried to make it as quick and painless as possible. Enter Eos’ line of sweet-smelling, very effective shaving creams. Eos can be used either in the shower or dry–and it works like a charm, while smelling great to boot. I especially love the pomegranate-raspberry scent. Eos, if you’re listening, make some shower gel and after-shave moisturizer. I’ll definitely buy that, too.