Some people have a dry sense of humor, some are animated and loud. I can't really say I have a type, but like art, I know it when I see it. And you can see from my IM exchange with a friend up there about a mutual acquaintance, I don't like when you can tell someone's trying hard to be funny.
Something's a-brewin' in the world of masculinity. It's called the "bromance," and it's an attempt by straight men to be friends without being all gay about it. Unfortunately, it's kind of homophobic, and it's spawned an insulting credo, "Bros before hos," which pits girlfriends as the bromance's public enemy number one.
No matter where you are on the loving or hating George W. Bush spectrum, you have to admit, that dude was "creative" with the English language. Of all his gaffes, what's your favorite?
Yesterday, I showed you the Google search results for worst band in the world. Verdict? Creed.
Reeled into a great local sale a few weekends ago, I treated myself to a pair of small Rae Dunn dishes that read "EAT" and a larger one with a chartreuse border, perfect for serving up cheese and crackers for a party of two. They've since become a favorite possession of mine. So, I was ecstatic to come across Rae Dunn's pottery in Etsy.
A few months back, we posted this interesting pair of pants. If the clothing we wear reflects who we are to the world, what message is this chick sending when she puts on a pair of pants with a Peugot insignia above the ass crack and two shiny tail lights plastered across the butt cheeks? I have my ideas:
Harvey here is lucky I don't have a time machine that can catapult me forty years backwards in time to hit him upside his douchebag head. In this vintage Folger's ad, Harvey lets his wife have it for making him a sub-par cup of coffee, comparing her coffee-making skills — unfavorably — to the ladies back at the office. What would you say to Harvey if you could?
Word on the street is that the New Kids on the Block are staging a reunion. They made it big in the '80s, so they're not exactly new anymore; and Jonathan, Joey, Jordan, Danny, and Donnie are pushing 40, so they're hardly kids, either. What do you think they should call themselves instead?