As the dust of male dick mania settled over the blogger horizon yesterday, a zillion restless fingers sat poised at their oil-stained Macbook keyboards, wondering what they would mock today within the halls of Tweetdeck. Luckily, the heavens answered their call, and SkyMall fell right out of the clouds. The airplane catalog that’s been a sitcom punch line for years filed for bankruptcy today, and almost instantly, people took to Twitter to mourn its loss, bemoan the inevitable stale jokes that would accompany it, and write tender tributes to its pages of expensive, meaningless crap. And in the incredibly unscientific survey I have not undertaken, I guarantee you every single one of those people is white. Keep reading »
This might possibly be the most awesome SkyMall find/party prop ever! The wine glass holder necklace. Classy and functional. [SkyMall] Keep reading »
Here’s a quick way to get cancer—or at least foot cancer (if that even existed until now)—the Solafeet Foot Tanner, another useless and overpriced object brought to you by the endlessly entertaining SkyMall catalogue. Marketed to golfers who want to “rid themselves of ugly sock tan lines,” all you have to do is stick your feet into the machine for 15 minutes a day (which probably takes off a day of your life with each session). But apparently there are people in the world who suffer from tan line embarrassment:
“If you always feel like people are gawking at your white feet and the unsightly tan lines around your ankles when you wear sandals or pumps, then you need the Solafeet foot tanner … Then you can go from the golf course to the clubhouse in confidence.”
So, basically, you can live it up (for only $229.99) before the doctors amputate both your feet. Awesome. [SkyMall.com] Keep reading »
I don’t get much mail, except for the occasional postcard from my mom and the handful of magazines I subscribe to. For the most part, this pleases me because I’m not wasting as much paper as I would if I received L.L. Bean catalogs every week. However, amidst crap catalogs like Just For Redheads, there are gems that so beautiful, you’ll want to live in them.
Even the catalog from French import A.P.C. exudes the easy style you’d assume all Parisians possess. The latest, which appeared in my mailbox a couple weeks ago, comes covered in army green cloth. Keep reading »