Girl #1: "What's your 'type'?"
Girl #2: "I like guys who are extremely good-looking and treat me badly."
Girl #3: "Must be nice. I'm attracted to men who are ugly and treat me badly."
Later...
Girl #2: "I always keep a landing strip because I think it's slimming."
The good folks at Edelman PR teamed up with AXE Body Spray and Dr. Alan Hirsch, Director of the Smell & Taste Treatment and Research Foundation in Chicago (remember that guy?), to ask the question: Why do smoke-free bars still smell? Their conclusion? Men stink! They even say that, thanks specifically to guys' BO, smoke-free bars are smellier than men's bathrooms.
"We tested six brave guys in the bar to see how much they smell on different parts of their bodies. Dr. Hirsch sniffed (ever so scientifically) their underarms, stomach, back and head."
According to their "stench map," guys stink from their back, followed by their scalp, their abdomen, then their underarms. (Surprised?) And, even though the "research" took place in a bar, their boozy breath somehow did not reek enough to register.
Now only one question remains: How are women getting off so easy? (Ah, yes. Because AXE is only for men. Got it.)
I remember back in junior high when it was very trendy for guys to wear Drakkar Noir. Sexy! Now I actually prefer my men, er, man au naturale. What about you...
A while back I attended the stationery show at New York's Javits Center. It's where I found this funny greeting card. I also discovered the sweet and simple Stop & Kiss card game:
I thought it might be fun for us to start by playing our own mini-version right here. I'll start:
I don't actually want to be anyone else, but it would be fantastic to go out for martinis with Donatello from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Joni Mitchell, Harriet Tubman and Anne Frank (but not all at once... and not in the same week either 'cause that sounds like a hangover and a half)..
Your turn!
I admit it. I love Facebook.
I admit that I love the voyeuristic feeling of browsing everyone's photos, and I love when people comment on my own. I admit that I love it when I'm friended by classmates from high school (who I wasn't even friends with when we were in high school). I admit that I love it when people update their hobbies, favorite movies, the books they're reading. I even admit that I love updating my status. (Sometimes when I'm feeling particularly clever, I update it as: "JOSEY IS... updating her status on Facebook.")
A few months ago, the hot topic of the moment was the popularity of finding out your boyfriend is breaking up with you by seeing that his profile suddenly lists him as "single" and no longer "in a relationship"—kinda like the modern version of Minnie Driver finding out that she was single when Matt Damon announced their breakup on Oprah.
Better yet, I kept hearing women wonder why they'd changed their profile from "single" to "in a relationship" weeks ago and why hasn't he??
Since F has eschewed all social-networking sites, those situations had never applied to me directly. Until now I'd been able to snicker at such Facebook disses in that "smug married" way.
Until now.
This weekend my friends Dara and Becky and I are staying at our friend Kerri's beach house. The other night I was coordinating travel arrangements over e-mail with Becky when she wrote, "Have you seen Matthew's Facebook page?" (Matthew being Kerri's husband). Matthew is a wild and crazy guy, so I was eager to see what fun Facebook antics he was up to.
But, to my surprise, his profile photo was a sonogram.
And Kerri's profile status was, "KERRI IS... sick. :("
I'm staying at Kerri's beach house this weekend, and I found out that she's pregnant on Facebook??
So much for smug.
I hate Facebook.
