Urban Outfitters is selling this "Dirty Hand Sanitizer" as a $7 stocking stuffer. Do the tag lines, "Wait - was that slutty?" and "A gentle, reassuring solution," reinforce the notion that being a slut is bad and that doing naughty things makes you morally unclean? The label features only a woman. It's sans man, which further implies that only a woman can be a "slut." But wait - it's supposed to be a joke, it's made for people who get the joke, it's ironic!
Oh, THAT girl. How do I even begin to describe her? She's over-the-top, confusing, hilarious, annoying, and embarrassing. A night out at college really is not complete without THAT girl's debauchery. Sometimes I'm not sure how she does it, but to be sure, I do not want to learn how.
I know I am not a slut, but is it possible to enjoy myself without others labeling me that way?
I don’t need to tell you what a whore is. In fact, you have probably already seen the bottom half of her ass sticking out of her way-too-short “dress.” She’s the one slurring her words at the club or messing around in the upper bedroom at the house party. We all know what she is (not) wearing and whom she has slept with.
•Jon Hamm's new look has us swooning •Men weigh in on what makes a woman a slut •Eeeeww: 51 year old 'Green Mile' actor marries a 16 year old •There is now a virtual pregnancy suit for guys •Emotions that have been invented by the internet •4 habits you need to adapt this summer •Heidi Montag emerges in the public eye again
Our society has incredibly dysfunctional, scary, and repressive ways of approaching sexuality, especially female sexuality. If we dare to step outside those narrowly defined boundaries, society finds it completely acceptable to hurl words like "slut" and "whore" at us. We're called sluts for endless reasons: our hair is too big, our nails are too red, we wear too much glitter, our skirts are too short, we look like we may enjoy giving blow jobs, we dance too suggestively, our sense is humor is too raunchy...
Hi Dude, I recently met a great guy through one of my best friends from college. We hit it off right away, and really get along and have a good time together. One night, we all went back to their other friend's house and slept there after the bars, where Boy and I just made out. No drunken hookup - I thought that was good!
Why does it matter how many people someone has had sex with? In the world of journalism, that, my friends, is called a question lede. I’m supposed to spend the rest of this article trying to answer that question, but honestly I can’t make any promises. You see, that question has been in my mind for a while now, and I can’t seem to figure it out.
My opinion of Tucker Max is complex. While I can't say I agree with his choice of lifestyle, I did read his book, I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell, recommended it to others and have it listed as one of my favorite books on Facebook. To be honest, I thought it was hysterical and could see myself writing a similar book.
I like sex. A lot. And while I consider myself to be fairly sexually experienced, I can count my sexual partners on one hand, and the vast majority of my experiences were with someone I was in a long-term relationship with. I am not a slu
It was a feeling that started with the Ocean’s 11 movie franchise, and then Judd Apatow came along and just knocked it into next week: sometimes I just wish I was part of the boy’s club. I want to drink martinis or beer and talk about chicks and make dirty jokes with my friends all day!
So, the thing about most of the annoying people on campus is that, most of the time, you can get...
In my last blog, I wrote about the splendors of holiday hookups. (If you haven’t read it yet, get on...