Well, that’s one way to sell intimate wipes.
Playtex is hawking these new genital wipes for “before and after” activities involving your genitalia, whatever those might be. We have no idea. But we do know the feminine hygiene industry has a long and sordid history of shaming women into buying products to “sanitize” and perfume our lady business (oh, capitalism!), despite the fact any gyno will tell you the delicate pH balance of your vagina is best left alone.
But, at the very least, we can appreciate that Playtex’s ad campaign includes one marketed towards dudes in need of a clean “pecker.” Check it out after the jump. A dude’s sweaty junk is no picnic, either. Keep reading »
I’ll admit it. I’m obsessed with LeAnn Rimes. Between the quiff and the painful “Entertainment Tonight” interview and reports that she cried after Brandi Glanville said she can “go fuck herself,” I can’t help but rubberneck at the girl. She’s spiraling and needs to get it together. Then I read some highly entertaining excerpts from Brandi Glanville’s new, tell-all book. OMG. Pass-aggro digs galore. Keep reading »
Okay, you might want to be sitting down when I tell you this, but I watched “Mean Girls” for the first time a couple weekends ago. I was pretty well acquainted with… well, nearly every single line in the movie from having read the internet, although I got a good laugh out of “Four for you Glen Coco, you go Glen Coco,” as it was just about the only quote in there that I hadn’t known was from “Mean Girls.” But I decided it was probably time to actually experience the movie, and stop trying to absorb it only from cultural diffusion.
So yeah, I knew next to nothing about “Mean Girls” other than that a lot of parts of the internet that I respect and enjoy are obsessed with quoting it and that it’s about high school, not, for example, that it was written by Tina Fey. Rest assured, these gaping holes in my knowledge have been filled, and so now I completely understand how against the message of the film it is for MTV to bleep a wide swath of non-curse-words, including “vagina,” when it aired on the network this weekend… but not “whore” or “slut.” Read more…
We just found out about Awkwafina and now we’re kind of in love. The tiny rapper created the track “My V@g,” in which she compares her vagina to a “chrome Range Rover / your vag / hatchback ’81 Toyota.” Yeah, it’s that good. [The Hairpin]
Yesterday morning, I woke up and before getting out of bed, I checked my email on my iPhone and opened up one of the 10 million sale alerts I get from various brands. This one was for Aerie, a sub-brand of American Eagle Outfitters that I love for their affordable bras and undies. The deal was for one of their style of bras, but I was far more interested in the panties the model was wearing, because they were sheer enough in the crotch to reveal a whole lot of vagina. Whoa, visible vagina in my inbox, I thought. Or there should have been. I pinched and zoomed in. What the hell has happened to her vag? Keep reading »