"This is harder than boxing. This is the hardest thing I've ever done," says Gavin McInnes while huffing his way around a running track wearing a pair of (adorable) white high heels. This video, part of Jezebel's "What It Feels Like For A Girl" series, is the latter half of two parts which follow the co-founder of Vice Magazine and Street Carnage through his 4-lap, one-mile journey full of saucy catcalls and excruciating pain.
They're pregnant. They're wearing pantyhose. Soon, will men be borrowing your mascara, too? If a UK drugstore is successful, maybe they will! Superdrug on High Street in London will begin selling Taxi Man cosmetics, including mascara and a chunky eye-liner (er, guyliner) pencil. A Taxi Man rep insists it's "subtle makeup," rather than a "drag queen look" -- but for a lot of folks, there's nothing subtle (or sexy) about dudes in Kabuki. (Exhibit A: Jezebel's "What It Feels Like For a Girl" NSFW video where a blogger puts eyeliner on some dude.)
As the intro sentence to a new Tango article, "The New Breakup," states: Let's face it: Breakups suck. But let's say you get engaged and move away from your life, your friends, your job for your future husband. And then he calls off the wedding. That sucks a little bit more. That's exactly what happened to RoseMary Shell, who appeared on the Today Show to tell her story. It really is a story of triumph.
NPR's segment on the trend among young people to see condomless sex as "engagement 2.0" raised interesting points as it pissed off listeners.
When a promise ring is not enough, abstinence-promoting underwear might do the trick. Printed with slogans such as "True Love Will Wait" and "Earn your right to wear white: Abstain.", it's hard to tell if these $11 white cotton thongs are marketed facetiously or seriously as a last-ditch effort to preserve one's virginity. I can't imagine parents of abstinence-abiding teens would be excited to buy an undergarment that only exists thanks to form-fitting clothing, let alone one meant to be read by a second party. Regardless, we'll call the undies both inspiring and clever. My favorite pair? An image of cherries above the words "Iron Hymen." That oft-forgotten membrane sure is getting its share of the limelight this year.
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.)