You guys, I love me some Jeff Bridges. Jeff + Meghan O. 4eva! My mom will call me or text me internationally just to let me know if Jeff Bridges is on t.v. so I won’t miss a second of the awe-inducing piece of delicious man that is Jeff Bridges.
I don’t really remember when my infatuation initially blossomed for Jeff. (Yes, we’re on a first name basis.) Perhaps it goes back to the first time I watched “The Big Lebowski,” circa 2003. Perhaps it was residual, sub-consciously stored memories of “The Fabulous Baker Boys” that I honestly couldn’t tell you how long ago I watched.
Talking pubes is a hairy business, pun sort of intended. Its about time a lady spoke up on some issues that dictate her lady bits on a day to day basis– like her vagina and a woman’s right to pubes.
I get that PETA is trying to be all “save the animals” and what not, but they could do with being slightly less douchey about it. Seriously, stop being a douche, PETA.
In the majority of societies today throughout the world, its deemed unattractive, unkempt, and even unhygienic for a woman to not take some sort of measurements to protect her vaj from the dreaded pubic hair. There’s the classic razor, electric razor, scissors, depilator, hot and cold wax, and most recently laser removal where for a large sum of money you can pay a person to point a laser at your vagina and zap the living shit out of those pube... [more]
For those of you living under a fucking rock, that title is a jeu de mots for the Chan Romero song “Hippy Hippy Shake.” (The one The Beatles & The Swinging Blue Jeans did a cover of.) Now on with the post!
Honestly, despite the video’s nearly 20-minute length, its definitely worth an attentive watch. I’ve tried out several companies that tout “natural” and “organic” and “cruelty-free” to only have their dirty laundry aired out for a public tongue-lashing, but I have yet to find one thing that has spa... [more]
I know you beach bums love to get your tan on, but if you don’t wise up and start slathering on the sunscreen you’re going to look like Magda from “There’s Something About Mary” complete with wrinkly leather tits.
You can still get your bits golden and god-like even with the application of sunscreen, though it may take a little longer. And don’t whine about that, there are worse things you’ll be bitching about if you don’t. You know, like cancer. Yeah, CANCER. The evil “c” word that will bite you on your sun-browned ass if you aren’t careful. Also, wrinkles. Getting older sucks a fat one, but looking like you’re 50 when you’re really only 25 (hello 20-somethings with crows feet!) most definitely sucks more.
Enter exhibit A:
You guys, everyone poops their pants. Babies do it, olds do it, and guess what y’all, young folk shit themselves, too. Sometimes life just gets all “there was a pile-up on route poop-shoot and you had to dump the kids before you made it to the pool.” Its kind of embarrassing and yet kind of just something that happens to the best of us.
After I read this article over at xojane.com when a brave young editor spoke up about her full pants predicament, I got to thinking about how to remedy this shitty situation. So what do you do when you crap your best granny panties? You buy some new ones, of course!
Since I was cursed with Japanese rice paper skin, lubing up my outer layers is a must. For years I tried cream after cream after cream, and then I got really lazy and said fuck it. That’s when I discovered oil.
I know, I know. Oil kind of brings images of pizza face pubescence or soggy french fries, but I swear once you’ve tried the right products, the only kind of cream you’ll need is motion-lotion.
Here are some of the products that I love and keep on hand regularly:
Nuxe Huile Prodigieuse is the perfect alternative for every day full-body moisturizing. Spritz this on after your shower and smooth over the entire body. Its also great to spray some into the palm of your hand and run through your hair to smooth frizzies.
Its Fall, y’all. That means cooler (UAE “cooler” would be mid-30’s…FML) weather, and cooler weather means dried up, flakey epidermis. Gross. You need to take care of that shit, its not a good look for you.
If you can’t make friends with/steal from a local farmer a goat, you can probably, you know, buy their milk at the store or something. Goats milk contains enzymes no other milk does that work intensely to soften skin and exfoliate rough patches naturally. It’s even better for you to drink than traditional cows milk! Of course, I don’t drink any milk- that shit is nas-ty.
Now that you’ve legally/illegally acquired your goat boob-juice, its time to run a warm bath. Not too hot... [more]
Oh, Courtney…how sad it is since your time with Hole ended, the only thing you’ve been able to share with the world is being a cautionary tale… I’m sorry I had to use that picture because I know how heinous it is, but it properly demonstrates what this lip scrub will help you not achieve. No one wants to look like a $5 crack-ho and you’ll be amazed how effortless it is not to with this simple recipe!
I start with around 1 Teaspoon of sugar in a small cup or bowl that works well for mixing. Any sugar will work, but brown sugar tends to be better for exfoliation since it has larger grains than white sugar. Since this amount is for a one-time application, you can always multiply the recipe and use a baby food jar to keep it in the fridge for up to a week or so.
Ahhh, leather. There’s nothing like the scent of expensive dead animal skin encasing your body or your money and nothing says “I want to dress like a dominatrix everyday!” this Fall than one of the season’s hottest trends. Whether you’re rocking killer boots, a biker hat reminiscent of Mr. Slave, or just that new handbag you’ve been slobbering over all month, now’s the time to invest in key pieces to leather-itize your wardrobe.
I seriously just died. If you’ve got the dirhams to spend, THIS is the piece to get! Not only are these fucking fabulous boots from Stefano Pilati’s last line for YSL, its the last of Yves Saint Laurent until that heretic takes over and changes the name to Saint Laurent Paris. Fuck you, Hedi... [more]
Anyone who’s someone knows the first rule of being beautifamous is getting your necessary zzz’s. Seriously, if you don’t catch your recommended 7-9 hours of sleep nightly, your face is gonna be all ‘ah hell nah’ when you wake up. You may be saying, “But Meghan O., I have severe insomnia because I’m an Internet troll and have no friends. How can someone like myself get my beauty sleep?” Never fear, for now there’s an extra creepy way to fall asleep that is far more obscure and entertaining than counting dumb quadrupeds.
I have four words for you: Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response or ASMR, because everyone knows speaking in acronyms is way chicer than full words. Here’s an adorable Russian immigrant to explain what this shiz is really all about (Note: She will be using AMSR techniques to explain ASMR so DON”T FALL ASLEEP):
Can I just say that apart from feeling like an Internet deviant and mi... [more]