Showing posts with label Sex. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sex. Show all posts

Wednesday, 8 October 2014

11 REAL reasons girls want a boyfriend...

Being a woman in your twenties is no easy feat. If you're single people think it's ok to ask why (it's not), and if you're in a relationship then where's the ring? There is a general assumption  that women are so desperate for marriage and babies that they are willing to be tied down into a lifelong contract and impregnated by any Tom, Dick or Harry. Now admittedly most girls would find enjoyment in having a boyfriend, but there are a lot of practical reasons to having a partner that shouldn't be overlooked…


1. Someone to deal with the spiders


It's creeping up to the top of the list of things I want in a mate. In fact it is largely becoming a reason I actually want a mate. Seriously, if they can't deal with spiders either what use are they going to be as a protector? After a gargantuan spider invaded my inner santcum the other day I was powerless. It was just me and the beast alone, my cries for help heard by none. The thought of growing old and alone in a world of spiders filled me with far more dread than one of spinsterhood and cats.

2. Two salaries are better than one


Being single in the salary sieve that is London I was always envious of my attached friends and colleagues, but not for romantic reasons. Purely financial ones. Yes, cuddles on cold winter nights would have been nice (see #5) but had I been splitting the cost of rent I could have afforded to put the radiator on. They got cuddles AND central heating. I got to cry into my four jumpers.

3. There is a person obliged to do stuff with you


Not even the sexy stuff, just stuff. Whether it's boring errands you don't want to run on your own or going to watch a film or play you're desperate to see, regardless of whether they want to they HAVE to suck it up and accompany you. It's an unwritten law.

4. Sex on tap


Lets face it, men are never saying no so whenever you fancy a bit it's yours for the taking.

5. Cuddles on tap


The innocent younger sibling of sex - the cuddle - is wildly underrated. Sometimes there is nothing more comforting than wrapping your arms around a big hunk of man, they're just so bloody cosy. Sadly pillows are neither warm nor cuddle back.



6. They provide endless entertainment


Personally I like my men to be witty and a little sarcastic (which can drastically backfire in a heated discussion when I SO want to be annoyed but am secretly impressed with their clever retort) but whether they mean to be or not, they are humorous creatures. Sorry, you touched the iron to see if it was on and blistered your finger? Dying.

7. They are our guinea pigs 


They'll do all the shit we're scared to do simply because we ask them and their male pride can't say no. That disgusting but intriguing looking canape? They're eating it.

8. They're your get out of jail free card


Your distant cousins baby shower? Awww as much as you would have LOVED to spend the afternoon drinking alcohol free champagne (sacrilege) and rejoicing over nappy dispensers, the boyfriend's (insert relative here) is visiting. What a bummer.

9. It gets people off your back


Be it the cretins who linger around you on a night out or your relatives wondering if you've managed to establish yourself as a proper grown-up human by being in relationship... Whatever the reason, the words "I've got a boyfriend" seem to be enough to shut people up.

10. They'll always give us their coats
 


They may moan when we refuse to wear a coat when heading out. but it tugs at their heartstrings (and their ego) when they see us shivering away whilst they're nice and toasty in their man jacket. In our defence we DO feel a bit guilty watching them freeze their bollocks off for us. Not enough to make us bring a coat in the first place but it's there.

And finally...

11. Love 


There, I said it. Kill me now but the only real reason we want someone to share everything with is love. I would imagine there is no better feeling in this world than being truly loved by someone, and equally there is nothing as crushing as a love unrequited. As Ewan McGregor said in Moulin Rouge "The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return." Nail. On. Head.

Friday, 19 September 2014

What happened to men you say? What the hell happened to women?!…

As women of the 21st century we often question what has become of men. We pine for the chivalrous and well dressed men of yesteryear who will hold open our door and be delighted with nothing more than a kiss at the end of a night.  Recently however I have found myself wondering what also has become of women? What happened to the elegance of women such as Lauren Bacall and Ava Gardner, the golden days when Rita Hayworth slowly removing a long sleeved glove was deemed provocative? These days we can't turn the page of a magazine without being subjected to a pair of famous nipples or a celebrity crotch. We've become so desensitised to risque dressing that it's merely a matter of time before one of them strolls bollock naked down a red carpet. My money's on Rihanna…

This brings me to the reason I felt compelled to write about this. The new Jennifer Lopez and Iggy Azalea collaboration "Booty". I had a vague idea of what to expect as I fired up my laptop to watch the sexually charged video but this was beyond ridiculous. Needless to say my reaction grew from slightly unimpressed to rather annoyed with every frame. Maybe the narrative went over my head but it goes something like, J-Lo shakes her arse, Iggy shakes her arse, Iggy and J-Lo rub their arses together, oh then they're soaking wet (but still shaking their arses) for no good reason… 



I have read many articles recently about the continual objectification of women, but I find it difficult to berate men for objectifying us when women in positions of power are consistently putting out imagery which essentially asks them to do just that. I understand and wholeheartedly agree that women should have the freedom to do whatever and dress however they want, permitting it is legal, but at what point is it female empowerment as opposed to objectification? I'm at a loss to see how this is supposed to be empowering for women.


I'm all for celebrating the female form and believe that nudity when done tastefully can be beautiful (I also agree with R Kelly that there ain't nothing wrong with a little bump and grind…) but I can certainly think of better ways for Jennifer to showcase her beautiful behind than to bend over legs akimbo, douse said behind in water and shake it like a sopping dog.

Men innately are primal beings; man sees pie, man wants pie. They are only deserving however of a slice of the pie, potentially even just a slither, until said pie receives the appreciation it deserves. But when women in the media kick up a fuss about being seen as merely breasts and an arse with a body attached and then put out 'art' such as this music video, they are in effect serving up the whole pie on a big shiny platter and then kicking off when men devour it. 



There is no doubt that the video was created entirely with a male audience in mind but even the lyrics have a lot to answer for. Admittedly with the title 'Booty' I wasn't expecting one of Shakespeare's sonnets set to a hip-hop beat (as far as I'm aware The Bard never had a penchant for romanticising the larger bottomed lady) but after the furore over 'Blurred Lines' and its alleged date-rape undertones, I am rather surprised that more of a fuss hasn't been made over the lines "you wanna meet her, you gotta touch her" and then even more excruciating; "Go on let them jeans touch you while you're dancing. It's his birthday, give him what he ask for."

So what Ms Lopez is basically saying is that if some creep starts rubbing his crotch on your arse whilst you're dancing don't worry your pretty little head,  just let him because it means that he thinks you're attractive and surely that's all you've ever wanted in life?…

Jen, you're better than this. Sort it out.




Wednesday, 7 May 2014

Some clever chat-up lines that MAY just work. Maybe...

These days chat-up lines are considered cringe-worthy and futile, usually reeled out by cretinous and lecherous men who are just trying to get their end away. But sometimes the line can be rather telling of the man behind it. As long as they immediately explain that the line was in jest...

I'm sure most women will agree that if asked “I seem to have lost my number, can I have yours instead?”, we would more than likely just stare bemused for a few seconds before sighing and shaking our heads. Come up with something that forces us to think (and make us smile) however, and you may just have our attention. Unless you're The Gosling. then you could say anything, we'd be too busy staring at your face.



Personally I am extremely partial to a good pun, and as a classic sapiophile can quite easily be drawn in by someone who can engage me in some witty wordplay. 

Here is a list of some lines that amused me somewhat:

"Billions of neutrinos penetrate you every second. Can I join them?" - Clever, but that's quite enough penetration for one second. 

"I wish I were your derivative so I could lay tangent to your curves." - A tame one. This guy is looking for cuddles.

"Let me be your integral so I can be the area under your curves." – You can be my integral as long as you're not an indefinite integral. You know, with no specific values. Too nerdy? 

"If I were an enzyme I'd be a DNA helicase so I could unzip your genes." - If someone knew what a DNA helicase was, I may just let them... 

"You’re like telophase, I admire your cleavage." – At least they're not just openly staring at it. Always a bonus. 

"Are you sitting on the F5 key? Because your ass is refreshing." – My initial thoughts were 'it would be impossible to sit solely on the F5 key', nevertheless I enjoyed it. 

"Are you full of beryllium, gold and titanium? Because you're BE-AU-TI-FUL." – A simple, ELEMENT-ary line... 

"Do you have 11 protons? Because you're sodium fine." – I can't help but think this would be totally lost if not said in the right accent. 

"You are so hot you denature my proteins." – So, so sexy. 

"Your eyes are like limpid pools of primordial ooze and I am the protozoa that wish to swim in their depths." - Yeah, this one might be a tad much...

Now if you think the object of your affection may be more partial to a literary reference you could try these: 

Is your name Katniss, because you're starting an uprising in MY district. - A little sleazy but some decent punning.

And if all else fails you can't beat the immortal words of The Bard himself:

"You have witchcraft in your lips" - Good old Shakesy. Passionate and to the point. 

Now, we women aren't blameless when it comes to affairs of the heart so here is one to use on a lady that may have wronged you. Or may indeed just be Satan incarnate: 

"Did it hurt? When you crashed through the crust of the Earth on your ascent from hell?" A twist on the classic 'fell down from heaven'... 

And here is one to use on NO ONE:

"Does this rag smell like chloroform?" - If you hear this RUN.

Friday, 7 February 2014

10 Valentine's day gifts that won't make you vomit

With just a week to go until St Valentine's day descends many of you people will be flapping about what to buy your other half . Too over the top and you risk them running a mile but too insignificant and they may stick pins in a little voodoo you. Play it safe and go for the comedy gift. Unless they're expecting a proposal or something equally as epic. Then you're screwed.

Anyway here are some gifts that I have come across, there should be something for every relationship...

For the truly heartless




There is only one thing worse than getting your other half nothing for Valentines day, actually buying them nothing. In effect you are going out of your way to build up someones hope and watch their dreams shatter as they unwrap the gift and realise what they have been given. By all means give it a go though, someone may appreciate the joke...



For the man who takes care of his member


Since they treasure them so much it is only right that they should want to keep them pristine. This kit comes complete with a fluffing brush, grooming scissors, sprucing mirror and even a little necklace to adorn it with once it's ready to hit the town. 

Note that this product is meant to make you feel more confident about your John Thomas, I couldn't help but feel sorry for this poor guy on Amazon:

"Great product but had to have some of the links removed on bracelet. mirror could benefit from more magnification.. "

£8.44, Amazon.co.uk



 For your man-child
 It's a well known fact that boys like to put their penis in things. Buy your guy this and let him have hours of fun making his little mister replace things such as a hotdog and sea serpent...

£6.39, Amazon.co.uk 

Just make sure you don't buy it used...

For OCD ladies



This handy little soap has a side for your face and a side for your intimate area. Never will you rub your fanny on your face again.




For some bath-time music


Rubber ducks in general are a bit shit, but not this duck. This is the iDuck and I want to take a bath with it right now. If only I bloody had one. The iDuck is a wireless floating speaker with a receiver that you connect your iPhone/iPod to. So whether you're bathing solo or getting down to some underwater loving, think of how much better it would be with this duck floating around emitting it's musical love.


For Chocolate lovers

What is better than a willy? A CHOCOLATE willy. And not just any chocolate willy. You use the mould to make a cast of your favourite willy, with the permission of the owner of said willy of course. Lets say willy again for good measure. Willy.

£24.95, Prezzybox.com


For the dominatrix



Ok, so it's not exactly 50 Shades of Grey territory but be the master and make your man eat out of this 'MAN' dish like a dog. Plus he'll love it because it fits loads of cereal. Just don your stilettos and make sure he licks the bowl clean.

£14.99, Menkind.co.uk

For the safety conscious



STI's are no laughing matter, and neither is losing important files. WRAP UP and BACK UP. Enforce the idea of safety first with this handy little condom wrapper USB memory drive. Fits nicely in your wallet too, just don't get it mixed up when you're drunk...

£7.99, Amazon.co.uk


For your mysterious girl

 Hopefully you will be doing the deed with a sensible and respectable man who carries his own protection but in this day and age it's just good sense to carry your own. You don't just want them just knocking around at the bottom of your handbag however, we ladies have class. Use this compact mirror with its concealed compartment to house your protection. It's the James Bond of rubber sheath holders.

£9.99, Amazon.co.uk


For every man alive


If you really love the man in your life and are feeling flush, I can't think of a better way to show him than by buying him his own beer dispenser. Seriously, swan in with this and you'll get away with anything for the next few months. "Sorry, I didn't quite catch that, how much were what shoes? I'll be in now, let me just pour you a pint and serve it to you in my lingerie then we can talk about it...". Never mentioned again.

£184.80, Overstock.com


And if you hadn't decided on a Valentines card yet check out these beauties.

Wednesday, 29 January 2014

Why being a woman is WAY better than being a man.

Historically women have had a pretty shit deal in comparison to men but as we have progressed and men have realised that we are their superior equal, I for one think it is rather splendid being a woman in a so-called 'mans world'. Now we get to do all the shit that men do but can still use our feminine wiles whenever we fancy. We put up with that crap for years, it is only fair that we get to pull out the damsel in distress when need be. 

So next time you start to moan about our hardships (having to wear make-up, dealing with our monthly foe) see them as advantages. Because be honest, painting your face is fun and we'd be livid if someone took away our foundation.

Let's examine then, what it is that makes us the way better sex to be.

We can use how easy it is to make men uncomfortable to our advantage. The great thing about being a woman is that men don't/don't want to understand women and being the intelligent creatures that we are we have learnt to utilise this. There are two things that men can't deal with; tears and our lady time. If you want to get rid of them for a bit either cry about your failed poached egg (what? It RUINED your breakfast) or ask them to go and buy you tampons. These are your get out jail free cards ladies, use them wisely.

We can use make-up to enhance our looks. If you are a guy you pretty much have to accept that this is your face and it will always be your face. But we women can use all sorts of make-up wizardry to make our lashes endless, our skin luminous, our lips juicy and blemishes a thing of myth. Note that I used the word enhance. Obviously most of the time, underneath all the war paint, we all look sublime anyway...well maybe not Barbie.















Our hair is a playground. Our hair may give us a lot of grief but for most of us it is quite literally our crowning glory, so it would devastate us if our options were short, not quite as short or...deep breath...bald. How boring boy hair must be. We can highlight it, cut it, curl it, straighten it, ombre it, plait it (I could go on) whilst combing it slightly more to the left is about as exciting as it gets for guys. All those hot sticks and tongs are not instruments of torture they are our toys. That's not to say it's not a lengthy game. The whole 'just rolled out of bed' look? Yeah we wish, it took half an hour of curling, an hour of waiting for it to drop and a futher 15 minutes of careful teasing so it looks messy not tatty. Suck on that next time you think we haven't made an effort.


We can dance in bars without looking like complete fools. One of the best things about a night out with the girls is getting to drop it like it's hot (even when it probably isn't) and revel in our delusion that for that drunken moment we have the gyrating hips and sexual allure of Beyonce. I'm all for equality but if you're a boy and you do more than a slight sway, you WILL look like a nob. We love Justin Timberlake and pay good money to see him thrust rhythmically at us on stage but if he walked in to a bar and started popping and locking we'd be a little bit sick. It's not the time or the place.



Fashion is much more fun for us. Oh the joy of shopping (on the days when everything seems to fit nicely that is, on those bad days we run the risk of carrying the title arsonist around with us for the rest of our lives), we can experiment with so many prints, shapes, patterns and lengths. We can be sophisticated, girly, sexy, slutty, demure, quirky etc. whilst men can be smart or drum roll.......casual. Take awards ceremonies for example, it's no wonder the focus is always on the women. Here is how the commentary would go otherwise:

 "Here comes Brad with Angelina and just look at the cut on that black tux...and here's Leo, looks like he's gone for a charcoal grey suit...oh no sorry, it is black... ohhh but you can always rely on Johnny Depp to push the boundaries. Look at the satin lapel on that black tuxedo, a big risk but it may have just thrown him into the fashion stratosphere..." 

We'd be on the edge of our seats...






If we get cold, there is always a mans coat we can wear. When you're planning on dancing the night away, you don't want to be lugging a coat around with you. One of two things will happen; stuff will get spilt on it or you will lose it. Men however will always wear a coat or jumper in winter and out of a sheer desire to be masculine, they will freeze and give it to you at the end of the night. So make your boyfriend take his duffel coat that night or if you're flying solo scope out the guy with the warmest looking outerwear early on and walk to the taxi rank with him. Bonus if he's hot.


We can enjoy candles without being mocked. Man, woman or dog, everyone loves a candle, fact. The way they change the ambience of a room with their pretty little flickering flame and titillate the nostrils with their delicate fragrance. But whilst we can wander round Zara Home smelling every last one thinking long and hard about whether to go for coconut vanilla rather than just standard vanilla, men have to swiftly knock the least feminine one they can find into their trolley during a dash around Asda and pray that the cashier wont see it hidden amongst all the beer. And god forbid they light it when their mates are round, even though secretly all of them are dying to get the matches out.





We don't have to deal with having a penis. I know men probably don't see this as an issue (they bloody love their little soldier) but I cannot get my head around having something of that size attached my crotch for my entire life, especially if that little soldier constantly gave the game away by standing to attention whenever he was, er, happy. And all I can think about is the discomfort. How do they sit on a bike?! Lance Armstrong may have had his medals taken off him for doping but I think he deserves them for simply sitting on the seat for that long. Ouch.

Women can stare all they want and not be pervs. When men leer at women they're considered disgusting and pigs (even George Clooney would lose his charm if he was slobbering over a pair of double d's) but if women eyeball a male adonis it's all in good fun, plus their egos love it. Bit of a double standard but what can you do? Women grow up to be cougars, guys just become dirty old men. 

Urinals are gross. Public toilets in general are not the place to hold a gathering but there is nothing more disgusting than the overwhelming stench of a urinal, it actually stings your eyes. Not only that but where is the privacy? Yes women often share a cubical with a friend but we know this person, why should anyone be expected to urinate infront of a complete stranger?! I can sort of understand why guys would rather wee in the street, although I do think that is more out of laziness than a desire to avoid said urinals.
  
We can drink fruity looking drinks without shame. When summer hits nothing is more refreshing than an ice cold glass of rose or a fruity little cocktail, but for some reason it is just not acceptable for a guy to drink a passionfruit daquiri through a straw. Order a beer or go home.





We hold all the sexual power. As Ross Gellar once wisely pointed out, women can use sex as a weapon. Men are always up for it so if we want it, we have it. If we don't want it however, they don't get it. And then they sulk.


We've always been crafty buggers. Behind every great man and all that...

Monday, 20 January 2014

10 things that annoy me about Sex and The City

As a woman I do love Sex and the City but after watching it from the beginning again I can't ignore the many ways it infuriates me sometimes.

As the shows protagonist it is understandable that Carrie comes under fire more than Charlotte, Miranda or Samantha, but out of the four of them she really can be a complete arsehole. Not only does she say some ridiculous things "sometimes I would buy Vogue instead of dinner, I felt it fed me more" (excellent role model) she is so bloody needy. Who the hell says to their boyfriend "just tell me I'm the one." If you have to force it out of him, you're probably not.

Here are 10 things that annoy me about Sex and The City. There are more but 10 is a nice round number.

Carrie just can't help but wonder. Carrie absolutely loves preceding every rhetorical question with "I couldn't help but wonder." I understand that her articles are meant to be all thought-provoking and what-not but seriously? I couldn't help but wonder, is there no other way of verbalising your thought process?

Miranda's a clever lawyer so she can't care about style. Miranda's character is too intelligent and serious to even dream about wearing decent outfits. Women can't practice law AND be stylish all at the same time, don't be silly, that would be asking too much of our intellectual capacity. Clearly it had been a particularly trying week at the office when she blindly chose this get-up.



Charlotte is actually a bit of a goer. Charlotte may be considered the "prudish" one in SATC but I'm almost certain she's getting it more than Miranda and Carrie. Well before she got married to Trey MacFlaccid that is. What's the point of having a three date rule if you simply wait until date three, get your end away and then discard the guy straight after anyway? Oh and it's OK to throw this rule out of the window for an actor who she met in the gallery, well you know he is famous even if he is a tool.

For someone in PR, Samantha could be a tad more discreet. For example the episode where Samantha books in for a massage with "extras" (that she didn't receive) then exclaims rather loudly that she paid a lot of money expecting to be "eaten out" at the Women in the Arts dinner.  How can someone be such a successful PR exec when they themselves are pretty much a PR disaster? Carrie probably couldn't help but wonder about this one for days. 
 

Carrie can't afford a bra. She may be able to afford a lovely one bed apartment in the middle of Manhattan and to swan around solely in high end designer clothes and shoes (what bank is still giving this woman credit?) but her writers salary couldn't stretch as far as as some boob support. What's the point of having a no nudity clause if you're going to let it all hang out anyway SJP? FYI, we've all seen your nips.

No-one would pay £400 plus for some of those shoes. In the early series of SATC some of the footwear was unquestionably hideous. I know that it was the nineties but come on, they still had eyes. How could someone drop a ridiculous amount of cash on and revel in the beauty of a pair of shoes that shops in St. Helens wouldn't even stock? Check out this video that features some of Sex and the City's WORST shoes.




I know what you're thinking, those blue ones with the flowers. Vom.

Why do they all have their own apartments? I can understand Miranda, Samantha and Charlotte renting their own gaffs but would it not make more financial sense for Carrie to buddy up and rent a two bed with someone? She doesn't even use the bloody kitchen anyway. I would like a breakdown of her incomings and outgoings. Unless she's moonlighting as a high-class escort someone is definitely bankrolling her on the sly.

They make our love lives seem pathetic. Considering they meet all sorts of eligible men at the gym/park/work/vet/psychiatrists waiting room (alarm bells Carrie)and go on an average of three dates a week, they make that guy we meet in a bar once a month, awkwardly text for a couple of days and then never see again seem pitiful and our efforts rather futile. Cheers guys, you carry on moaning about that great guy whose penis is just too big...

If you're Carrie's friend prepare for everyone to know all your shit.
If I was Charlotte, Miranda or Samantha I wouldn't tell Carrie jack shit. Carrie's column is pretty much her diary so effectively she just uses her friends relationship issues as fodder to pay her rent. I also can't help but wonder (hopefully I'll get tired of that soon...) if Big had read her column (and he definitely would have, it's Facebook stalking without the stalking) surely he would have realised what a douche he was being and if Aidan had read it wouldn't he have known about her affair?

Some of Carrie's outfits are actually ridiculous. Yeah so she took a few fashion risks but if we hadn't been brainwashed into thinking she was a style icon and we'd seen our next door neighbour swanning around in some of her ensembles, we'd assume they'd been hitting the gin. Take these looks for example:

 
1. Carrie actually enters her apartment wearing this which means she has been outdoors in it and the streets of New York have seen her fanny.

2. I can't even look at this one for too long without feeling a little nauseous.

3. The lack of tights and the hideous sandals tells me it can't be fur coat cold. Is there even anything under the coat? As my grandmother would have said, all fur coat and no knickers.

4. Don't even get me started on how pointless this belt is.

SATC, I still love you in spite of your flaws but if you do make a third film please attempt to correct some of these issues. I haven't even gotten into what annoys me about the films but they ABSOLUTELY didn't need a car each in film two, carbon footprint guys...