I am a writer, photographer, mixed media artist and constant dabbler in whatever craft strikes my fancy. I blog about my art exploits at Silver & Chalk - but don't be surprised to find links to my latest inspirations as well as samples of my photography. Home is currently Las Vegas, with two rescued pit bulls and one Air Force husband -- though who knows what deployment or change of station could change all that! In my offline hours, you'll find me in the garden, puttering in my studio or vegging out in front of Super Sized Giant AlliCrocoAnacondaShark on SyFy.
Condom companies try, they really do. They try to make it interesting, they try to make it less like you’re just strapping a baggie on. There are flavors (well, sort of -- have you ever tried those? Ew!). They fancy it up with ribbing, bumps, and even ticklers. Colors, glow in the dark -- every trick in the book. But condoms are still so boring. So ... functional. Snooze.
So thank god for the new trend in condomology: There are couture condoms -- yes, couture! -- silly ones, celebrity condoms, and even decorative rubbers.
Check out the following couture condoms that will bring a little excitement to your sex life.
It was only a matter of time, I suppose. It happens to all music festivals eventually, as they struggle to make money and become commercially viable. It happened to Lollapalooza and now it’s happened to Bonnaroo: it’s completely sold out.
Over the past few years, the festival has snuck in some more mainstream acts, like Jay-Z.
The 2011 lineup is a whole new level of mainstream though, proving the festival has just lost sight of its beginnings.
We all know what happens in most high schools: competition, name calling, "mean girl" typical teenager stuff. But sometimes it goes too far. Something interesting happened at Oak Park-River Forest High School after one (yet to be named) student created a Facebook list ranking 50 students (all girls) based on their looks and included sexually explicit details and racial and ethnic slurs.
Ah, that familiar refrain: Can you smell what The Rock is cooookkiiiiinnnngggg?! It’s back, people. The Rock has announced his return to the WWE. And he’s making a grand old entrance, too -- he’ll be the host of WrestleMania 27. But that’s just a lead-in to jumping into the ring himself: He’s already called out John Cena.
It seemed he’d left the wrestling days far behind him, even dropping “The Rock” from his name. But after a sort of successful acting career, why is he suddenly deciding to go back to his roots with the WWE?
I really, really hate oysters. They are so slimy. They are so ugly. They don’t even taste good -- in fact, you don’t even taste them at all. Instead you shoot them down your throat so fast you don’t even get a chance to taste them. The best thing about oysters is their capacity for carrying a really delicious sauce. I’ve never had an ounce of sympathy for the oyster. Until I found out that they are, for all intents and purposes, extinct.
Between disease and overharvesting, oyster populations have dropped dramatically in recent years, to the point where they can technically be considered an extinct population.
Why should you care? There’s always oyster farming, right?