Last week I read a Cosmopolitan article that said women are bleaching their anuses. You didn’t misread, I promise.
According to Cosmopolitan’s “The Scary New Butt Beauty Trend,” for $100 or more you can get “an acid applied to your freshly waxed anus and rubbed in.”
And apparently ladies, for almost no extra charge, you can get your you-know-what bleached as well. Doesn’t that sound delightful?
Women go through the already painful routine of waxing, tweezing, styling, manicures and pedicures, but I did not think that we had come to a point in society where we have to have our nether regions bleached in order to look sexy for a guy.
Read Broadside’s online post of this Op-Ed here!
When I first came to George Mason University as a freshman, I was as single as you could get.
I went to parties with my girls, had nights in and then the inevitable first date popped up.
I never really dated back home. It was more like this guy takes me to a dinner and movie, holds my hand and then, if we both liked each other enough, we became boyfriend-girlfriend.
College is different, though. Single gals can go out with three different guys in two weeks and keep going out with them. That is, until they find the deal breaker.
All anyone talks about these days is “The Hunger Games” since the movie hit the silver screen on March 23.
Of course, the novel came out years ago (2008, in case you were wondering), and of course there wasn’t much hype about the books until there was talk about the movie. This has been the case for many books-turned-movies before, even Harry Potter. Which reminds me…
I haven’t really enjoyed a book-based film this much since Harry Potter. And by enjoy, I mean love. I loved Harry Potter, and I love the Hunger Games.