Monday, 24 February 2014

Eight rules for a successful shopping trip.

It's no secret that we women like to buy shiny new things from time to time but for the inexperienced, shopping can be a harrowing task. Getting excited about a pair of pants you saw in Grazia and then finally trying them on to find that they make your arse put Kim K's to shame, or give you toe of the camel variety, can be likened to going on a first date with a hot guy you have only seen a picture of and discover they are only 5ft 3.



So here are some rules I try to abide by to make the whole ordeal more palatable.

1. Always do your hair and make-up before heading out. Now I'm not saying get a curly blow and glue your falsies on, that would be ridiculous, but at least look half decent. Mirrors are bloody everywhere in shops and we can often look past how nice an outfit is when the face staring back at you in the mirror looks like it belongs under a rock.

2. If you're having a fat day it's not the time to see if you could pull of leather pants. In fact give anything that isn't a smock a wide berth and go straight in for the shoes. In the words of Toni Collette "shoes always fit". Profound.

3. When purchasing something practical, it is absolutely essential that you also buy something pretty. The universe is all about balance and who are we to go against the universe? For example today I had to buy a new pair of trainers and may have fell into Zara on the way home, where I was greeted by a lone pair of black suede heeled sandals, in my size, of the same numerical value as the trainers and with a fit so sublime it was as though they were moulded with my foot in mind. It just wasn't right to leave them bereft on the shelf.

4. If you are shopping for something specific try to actually purchase that item. That bejeweled hairband may well be lovely but once the shiny new purchase euphoria has worn off you'll be fuming that you still don't have anything to put on your feet that evening. Hang your sparkly head in shame.

5. Don't imagine up an exact outfit and expect it to magically manifest itself on the rails in Topshop. It only exists in your head. Instead have a vague idea of a look you're going for, that way you'll have far more options and won't be throwing a tantrum when you haven't managed to come across the long sleeved, backless, powder blue maxi dress with the low back, lace trim and intricate stitch detail you had your little heart set on.

6. Take coffee breaks regularly. Sorry did I say coffee? I obviously meant wine. Some of my favourite items have been bought whilst slightly inebriated. A general rule of thumb is one glass to every four shops braved. And yes I do count the pit stop into Boots for some green Extra (why would you get blue?) in my shop count.

7. As much as I love shopping I am also rather impatient and do approach it like a woman on a mission. This is where my sixth sense kicks in. Some people can read minds, some can read the future but I have learnt to read shops. I scan the layout, get a feel for the surroundings and instinctively decide whether its worth me scrambling through the rails or not. Try and fine tune this skill, it will save you lots of time and stress. But until you do I basically mean if it's messy or crowded swerve it.

8. Don't shop with too many people. Everyone has different opinions on what they like, it's good to get a different perspective but if you want the weird pants you buy the weird pants! Plus there is that awful moment that you and another friend pick up the same dress and both want it. Then comes the polite "no honestly, you get it" even though secretly they want to dropkick each other in the face, forcing the rest of the group to pick sides. It's just a nightmare for all involved.


It's serious business this shopping malarkey. Whoever coined the term "retail therapy" needs therapy.

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.

Thursday, 6 February 2014

8 beauty trends I wish would die

Have you ever wondered why certain beauty trends catch on when they definitely should never have come to fruition in the first place?

Surely the primary objective when it comes to your beauty regime is to look like a more groomed and glowing version of yourself. If you start out the process looking like a half decent human being and then resemble a Picasso when you're about to leave the house then your regime needs a serious once-over.
 
Here are some trends I wish would go the way of the dinosaur.

 
Power Brows

The first one I feel I must address, as my people are responsible for it and it in turn was the inspiration for this blog, is the infamous 'scouse brow'. Now I am all for a strong, structured brow a la Delvigne, but you need to seriously reassess your mental state if you consider permanent marker brows attractive.


Put the Sharpie down, take a deep breath and walk away.







Bad lashes

No I'm not referring to the the awfully named X Factor rejects, I'm talking about bad false lashes. If you're going to resort to sticking fake bits of hair to your eyes at least do it properly.

When a royal starts to resemble a cast member of The Only Way is Essex you know it's gone too far. What would your Gran say Beatrice?


Ludicrously big hair

As someone with quite a mop of long, naturally straight hair I understand the perils of trying to keep your wig voluminous, the sheer weight alone drags out any kind of style or body. But a little bit of backcombing at the roots and some gentle curling is all anyone needs. Your barnet is not supposed to be rivaling the Eiffel tower.

N.B. Two seconds after this picture was taken a pigeon flew out.









The not-so-subtle art of contouring

Ever since Kim 'Kontour' Kardashian started raving about how she achieves her plastic look (yeah it's just make-up, honestly...) every Tom, Dick and Harriet has been drawing straight lines all over their faces. The idea is to use shading and highlighting to enhance your natural contours. Note the word natural. A stripe of unblended bronzer where a cheekbone should be does not give the illusion of said cheekbone.


Say it with me Lindsay, A line does not a cheekbone make.


Satsuma skin

I've always thought the idea of fake tan was to look as though you've been chilling in the Caribbean for the last two weeks, but it would appear I am mistaken. Oh and don't bother blending your face to your body either...

Unless you've been on holiday to the sun wearing a onesie, no ones buying it love. You look like you've dipped your face in a bowl of wotsits.








Hair extensions

They were ludicrous enough when they first came about but I thought they would have died a death long ago. How wrong I was. I can understand people clipping them in for some extra body if needs must, but for length? What is so wrong with shorter hair? And correct me if I'm labouring under a misapprehension but I was under the impression that hair grows. Yes the results aren't quite as instantaneous but persevere my dears.

There is no bigger turn off than when a guy (or girl, I don't discriminate) seductively runs his hands through your hair only for his hand to get stuck/accidentally yank out your stennys. Not only will it ruin the moment, the pain you will encounter may reflexively make you knee him in the groin. Not generally the foundation of epic romance.

In conclusion; if you absolutely must extend put the glue down and just use clip ins.



Shadow fails

Eyeshadow is about contouring the eyes and enhancing their natural beauty. The keyword when it comes to eyeshadow is blending. If you can't master this, then you should leave well alone. A general rule of thumb is that if you looked better before then you probably shouldn't wear it. It's not rocket science.

Tyra looks like she's just put her hands in the fireplace and sweeped her fingers across her eyelids. It's that bad she can't even smize.

Overzealous application of black shadow will never work. There is a reason Eye of the Panda would never have made it to number 1.





Over-lining the lips


Yes, we'd all probably like slightly juicier lips and a Julia Roberts smile but for the same reason that collagen looks ridiculous if your pout is naturally small, so does drawing a line a centimetre outside of your natural lipline. It's totally disproportionate to your face. Plus we can see your actual mouth in the middle of your drawn on lips, you aren't fooling anyone.





Embrace your rosebud lips. It's either that or look like you've been punched in the mouth, the choice is yours...



Right then, I've said my piece. If you are guilty of any of these crimes against beauty take a long hard look at yourself and stop offending our eyes.

Or you could just combine them all and look like this



No-one's laughing now.

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...





Friday, 17 January 2014

Where did all the tall men go, when did they all cease to grow?

Now I am not by any means heightist, some of the people I care about most barely meet 5ft, but as a lady of 5,7 with an inherent love of heels, I do have a predisposition for men who hit the 6ft mark. It has come to my attention however that these days they are rarer than a clothed Miley Cyrus.




I have written a poem to highlight this epidemic. And you thought Pandas were having problems. 


This tale is one of sadness and woe,
a tale of men who failed to grow.
In fairytales both prince and knight
are depicted as the perfect height,
but it seems that my perception
was a total misconception.
The fairer sex are ever taller,
whilst men it seems are getting smaller.
If height of man is what you seek,
the future would appear quite bleak
Were taught we would look up at men,
in many ways we look down on them
A princess who would know my plight?
Surely that would be Snow White.
Like me her skin is rather pale
and rarely she sees the taller male.
The seven of whom she was a guest,

didn't even meet her breast.
The first man who went past her shoulder
would be the one to ever hold her.
If you find a giant hold on tight,
another may not be in sight.
And make sure that you take his seed

as tall gents are a dying breed.
Get down to some hanky panky
to ensure that future men are lanky.

Cast aside the sorrow and woe,
and pray the men of tomorrow will grow.





If tall people could pair up with fellow tall people that would be great. 

Stop the crisis now.

Wednesday, 15 January 2014

Things NOT to do in the gym

With it being January and all this "new year, new me" balls floating around peoples heads (which lets face it for 90% of the population is probably going to last another week at best) the vast majority have put down the turkey, dusted off the old trainers and vowed to be leaner than a Victoria's Secret Model by summer. Totally attainable...



As a fairly regular gym goer for the past couple of years (a cycle of 5 visits in one week followed by 1 visit in 3 weeks averages itself out...) I have made many gym errors that have left me red in the face for reasons other than over-exertion, so I will impart my wisdom upon you fine people in the hope that your own gym experience is more bearable.

Don't wear the wrong attire. An ill-fitting sports bra will make you feel like your boobs are about to fly off, you'll be hoisting up the crotch of the wrong leggings every 2 minutes and you will realise what you're made of when running with a french-knicker induced wedgie for 30 minutes. I've done it and quite frankly I wanted a medal.



Don't wear a full face of make-up. I have actually seen women in the gym wearing false lashes and bun rings. You just look like a nob. You aren't in the Call On Me video nor is this the TOWIE work-out DVD.




Don't ask the personal trainer for advice if you're new to exercise.
They will show you exercises that whilst effective will make you want to vomit and they WILL stand over you for 45 minutes and watch you do them until they're satisfied you wont be able to walk tomorrow.



Don't over-estimate your physical prowess.  That Zumba class you went to a couple of months ago was piss easy, you'll definitely be able to do it after 45 minutes on the treadmill. Wrong. You're being out-danced by the 70-year old in the corner and hoping you'll collapse just so you can be carried home.



Do not think of the gym as a place to meet Mr Right. You will have heard all that gash about the gym being a great place to strike up a conversation with the opposite sex. Yeah, throw that idea away. Firstly, if you're doing it properly, this is a place you'll be beetroot and sweaty and won't want a hot man to come within ten metres of you. Secondly, men go all Zoolander in the gym and are more interested in looking at their own muscles. There is a reason for the big fat mirror in front of the weights area. 



Leave your flexibility at home. I am a fairly flexible person and to get the most out of my stretches and maintain this I have to go in for a fairly deep stretch. Once, whilst alone in the section of the gym designated for this very activity, I thought it would be OK to go for it. There I am standing with my legs akimbo in as wide a V as my body would allow only to bend over and spot a stunned elderly gentleman innocently about to embark upon some light exercise. All stretching is now done in the privacy of my own home.



Don't try to exercise like a man. You are not a man and nor do you want to look like (or be) a man. Yes it's tempting to try to out-do the bastards but we do have to face facts that physically the majority of them are faster and stronger. Would you really want the mindset of someone who responds to this:



Well done Reebok, alienate all of your female customers.


And finally one thing to DO in the gym.

Some ACTUAL exercise. This may seem fairly obvious but the amount of times I have queued up for a treadmill that someone has been walking on for TWENTY minutes is ridiculous. And FYI Powerplates are not for sitting on, the fat won't just vibrate off, sit on the floor and let me squat. Just because you have been to the gym doesn't mean you have actually been to the gym.


DISCLAIMER: I am in no way, shape or form qualified to give real advice about exercise, these are just some general musings of mine. By all means ignore this and do all of them but do them at your own peril. Don't blame me when your breasts are unbelievably sore because you decided to wear the sexy bra...