A site called E-MANcipate has undertaken the noble goal of spreading the joys of pantyhose to the Y-chromosomed sex. Now, I love me some cross-dressers, but I can't help but giggling at e-MANcipate and their conviction that they can show off their legs "in a manly way" with kashmir, haut and schwarz colored stockings.
If lesbianism among starlets has become so normalized that it's akin to peroxiding your hair, well, we've come a long way, baby.
Communication response times have come far from the days of smoke signals. We can send and receive messages in the blink of an eye via text, phone, e-mail, Facebook, MySpace, instant message, the list goes on. This is a good thing. Except when it's not. For example, on the occasions when you really need to return a bad blind date's or your mother-in-law's phone call. It would be rude not to, but it's late, your throat is bone dry from talking all day and there's a Scrubs rerun on TV. A text might come off as too curt, an e-mail as inviting of further dialogue. Wouldn't it be nice to just leave a voicemail, thereby putting the ball back into your recipient's court?
After age 34 women are less likely than men to be married, and are more depressed. It shouldn't be hard for women in their late 30s to marry, but anecdotal evidence, and now an actual study, says it is.
The Telegraph recently reported on an interesting family: A set of identical twin women met and married a set of identical twin men. Then one of the couples produced a set of twin boys. We'd draw a diagram if we had the Web capability. One of the twin couples (Note: We could easily use each of their names from this point forward, but is there really any point? It'll just be confusing.) met in 1998 at Twin Day, the annual Twin festival. (The other twins sure got lucky: Their siblings totally hooked them up. Or they're just lazy.)
Mental Floss has a juicy top-five list up: "Five Scorned Women Get Their Revenge." But it's a chin-scratcher! Yeah, yeah, we understand Mental Floss is all smart and stuff, but we're unfamiliar with almost all of historical these tales of revenge. Boudicca? Lady Mao? The Chochiti tribe? I'm sorry, who? Maybe Mental Floss had no choice but to dip way far back into both history and obscurity. Despite the adage "hell hath no fury like a woman scorned," there aren't a lot of contemporary examples -- other than the extreme ones, like Lorena Bobbitt and Ivana "Don't get mad, get everything" Trump. But damned if I'm ever going to let a member of the Trump family serve as an example for anything. (I, for one, almost stuff the contents of a takeout sushi dinner in ex's dresser drawers after being dumped -- but emphasis on the almost!)
Cosmetic fixer-uppers like Botox, for wrinkles, and Restylane, to plump up lips a la Jessica Simpson, are a new bridezilla mandate, says the New York Times.
On it's last run tonight, we wish we could've discovered this with enough time to book a flight to London. A brill stroke of genius, if we do say so ourselves, the Bush Theatre decided to delve into people's pain by requesting and collecting breakup stories over the past year. Infused with an edge of humor, they proceeded to develop a play aptly named 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover.
He'll seduce with his dicing skills? Yes, the new breed of man works wonders with a whisk. "Gastrosexuals," professional chefs and amateurs alike, are turning women on, according to The Daily Mail.
Swingtown's portrayal of open relationships is insightful and honest but still feels exotic. To really normalize non-monogamy we'd need a polyamorous Bachelorette.