This months Maxim headlines are quite the gems if you’re looking for a few laughs, which is appropriate because funny-girl Katrina Bowden from 30 Rock is on the cover. I used to really like her too – such is life.  I’m pretty sure Tina Fey would never appear in Maxim. My favorite headlines are, and no I’m not joking, “Is Everything Better With a Monkey?” “We Go Camping at Occupy Wall Street!” and “Women Who Want to Use You For Sex (and Where to Meet Them).” February is also a bonus month for our favorite men’s magazine, it comes with a “Hometown Hotties” insert in Maxim Lingerie talking about their favorite things to wear during sexy time.

Apparently, every month Maxim has a column called “The Helpful Hottie,” where their Maximum Exposure host April Rose tries to answer burning questions about women and sex, and gives stellar advice.  One man writes in about his fear of sex in public, even though his girlfriend is just wild about it. April’s advice? Spending a night in jail is worth the nookie – it’s a “badge of honor.” April, is it still a badge of honor when the creepy guys in jail try to make you their bitch for the night? Then you get two rounds of public sex! Read More »

The word lingerie packs a powerful punch. At its mention our minds are taken into a whirlwind of lace and passion and hair blowing in the wind.  There’s such a big taboo clinging to lingerie, realistically speaking: lingerie is sex. If you walk into Victoria’s Secret and ask for your size the salesperson is bound to ask what the special occasion is. Anniversary? First time with your new BF? Plan on seducing a hottie into a one-night stand tonight?

But why does it always have to be about the men? It was made for women to wear, you know, and there’s no label on the tag that says “For sexual encounters only.” So why do us girls feel like the only time we should wear it or purchase it is when we have a sexual prospect in the near future, only to wrap it up and hide it in the bottom drawer until the next opportunity arises?

Is there a problem with wearing it for your guy? Of course not! I’m all for spicing up the bedroom; add some heels and a whip if that’s what your into. But why can’t we also wear it for ourselves? I think us girls deserve to feel beautiful, we deserve to feel comfortable, and once in a while why not throw on a slinky satin baby doll instead of your brother’s old sweatshirt and some bleach stained shorts? (Although I think I’ll always return to that as my default. There’s just something about a worn-in, holey sweatshirt).

Perhaps if you’re dorming with a roommate you should hold off on your proclamation of femininity in the bedroom (it could be weird to come home to someone lounging around in a lacy thong), but if you’re lucky enough to have a single room, go out and buy yourself some cute, flirty nightwear. You might be surprised at how refreshing it is.

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There’s something to be said about looking sweet when you’re about to be getting down and dirty. I think it harks back to the male fantasy of the hidden sexpot—a woman transformed from a squeaky clean innocent to a saucy little minx with a heavy dose of manly seduction.

That’s the optimistic view. The scandalous theory is that men are inherently creeps who all have a little Humbert in them and when you dress in cute little outfits like a coed Lolita, they get all hot and bothered. I prefer to stick with the sexpot idea…for obvious reasons.

So if you’re in the mood for a pair of frilly little underpinnings guaranteed to make him sweat, look no further than Rumba boy shorts from Honeydew Intimates.

They are an intimate masterpiece, with the body of the shorts made of mesh (the tasteful kind), covered in layers of thin ruffles, in cute prints like apples, bananas, cherries, pineapples, watermelons, and strawberries—like a lingerie fruit salad or something. Plus, the shorts are topped off with a dainty satin bow and look great on all body types from you Nicole Richie types (she’s modeling the shorts in a Vanity Fair shot above) to ladies with curves like Beyonce.

At only $16 bucks a pop you can afford to get a couple of pairs.