Regardless of whether the summer Olympics actually occurred that particular year, my friends and I always held our own version. The long days were filled with events like Marathon Skip-It, Cartwheel Competitions, and random interpretations of Presidential Fitness tests. However, while we Americans were seeing how many Oreos can fit in our mouths, some Russian chick was spending 13 hours a day training for her own special event…which is vagina strength (just like the real Olympics…sort of).

Tatiata Kozhevnikova, a 42-year-old Russian woman, is the proud holder of the world’s strongest vagina.  The mind boggles with questions.  How do you go about strengthening your vagina?  Are there specific vagina weights?  A vagina class at your local gym (um, THAT’S an awkward, sweaty hour…)?  Maybe there are secret vagina workout DVDs that I never knew about… Read More »

Yes, you are seeing a man cup a woman’s va-jay on a shopping bag. WTF?

Is this a brilliant scheme to get men to the malls, or the idea of a drunken frat boy that somehow caught on?

In this ep, Dina and Ali struggle with the dilemma of getting older (Ali feels the need to express maturity by exposing as mush flesh as possible, and Dina attempts to avoid the process all together). There is a scramble to finish Ali’s album after she strikes Jeremy’s involvement in the project. E-man comes back (who I, inexpicably and until now, thought was this guy ) resurrect Ali’s now incomplete LP. His new song is pretty damn good, and Ali sounds quite decent singing it.

Regardless of voice quality though, her clothing (and I state the following with the full knowledge that I sound like my Nana) is highly indecent. If Ali’s sole purpose this half hour was to expose as much flesh as possible, she beyond succeeded. I’m talking more copious amounts of mid-driff than usual people. In one scene she actually wears what I believe to be a short, Lycra unitard. After I stopped laughing at my use of the word unitard, I pondered how she manages not to suffocate her vagina.

All thoughts of Ali Lohan’s vajay aside, I snapped back to reality (television, that is) to see a Chris Crocker look alike stalking Dina at the gym. Turns out he’s a choreographer. After checking out his myspace page, DiLo calls him and for some reason feels the urge to say “Yes it’s really me,” and agrees to check out his moves at the Pearl. This is the beginning of what I believe to be a beautiful and staged relationship between a gay man and hetero woman. Read More »