I first saw this shown on The Gruen Transfer. It’s a pastie that a woman would place over her nipples to make it look like her nipples were erect. I’m trying to figure out the target market for this thing. Is it for women who want to have that raisins-trying-to-escape look but who do not want to endure cold air on their chests or who are too poor to afford ice? That’s a very specific demographic.
Also I did not know that there are women who would consider this a good look. Yeah sure I guess this can be a fun novelty thing for couples but that’s not what the ad is going for. They are actually suggesting that you as a woman would want to have your high beams on in public, where people will stare at them. Not just on a date but in serious board room meetings where I guess people should really be paying more attention to your nips than what it is that you are presenting. Way to break the glass ceiling! You go girl!
I am not making this shit up. Watch it below.
p.s. The site is defunct. I can’t even buy it for erm … research purposes. *ahem*
Recently I had advised a friend to not over-analyse something and to just go ahead and do it. Perhaps I was projecting what I want to be myself and I had said to him,
Just do it now and worry about it later. What’s the worst that can happen?
In hindsight that was probably not the best advice. After all, I had nothing to lose so I can afford to be reckless. Sorry buddy! Hahah!
In life, there are two extremes in how you can approach any situation:
Analyse it to death, or
throw caution to the wind and consequences be damned.
In other words, you can over-think it and then end up not doing it or you can jump right in and scream all the way down. In the past I have tended to over-think about everything. I’d project a situation four or five steps into the future like I was a playing a game of chess. But there is a reason why we fear the unknown and want to know as much as we can before we do something – it’s a survival instinct.
Most of us lie somewhere in between, the happy medium. Although sometimes, you just have to take a leap of faith and hope that you land softly. Even if you don’t, at least you have a story to tell after, right?
I am a lot of things but I’m definitely not like this guy’s friends in this clip.
Read this article which struck a nerve in me because hoo-boy it has happened more than once.
We meet for a drink, and you’ve brought along four friends. Which is weird.
If you were going to bring a whole bunch of friends, you should’ve mentioned it. If there was no romantic point to any of this, it’s up to you to mention it. If you’re using me for a quick self-esteem boost, well that’s just not very nice.
I’ve had variations of the above happened to me. Some were better than others. I will illustrate using three different instances which will progress in increasing levels of pain. Heheh.
On my very first date, after agonisingly building up the courage to ask her out, she said, “Who else is coming?” I blurted out the name of my best friend then, “Paul”. She said ok, we will meet at the theatre. She turned up with her brother and two of her friends. I sat next to Paul. She sat next to her brother and friends. On different rows. Argh. RAGE.
On my third call and on the verge of giving up, she agreed to dinner. Yay! Then she said, “Can I bring a friend?” What?! Are you serious? Ok, yeah whatever. Going to the date I was feeling half-arsed and totally cbf about it but her friend didn’t show and we had a most pleasant time. My three-call rule got reset and I tried again after that, and flamed out in the process. Argh but meh. You have to be in it to win it right? At least I tried.
Talking to her felt easy and effortless so I thought let’s take it to the next level. She readily agreed to dinner but when I turned up she was sitting there with two guy friends. Oh no she didn’t! Hulk SMASH! Well actually, Hulk just sulked and ate his dinner.
It’s never nice when you are being rejected even when it’s being done indirectly, though I guess not every one can dish out a brutal rejection. However, if I’m being unambiguous about asking you out then just be upfront about it. Pour cold water on me by saying that you will bring your friends? That’s ok. Bring your friends along unannounced? That’s not ok.
I’ve had my R33 Skyline since 2001. The car was made in 1994. For a few years now, I’ve been contemplating about getting a new car. Then I decided to put the money towards a deposit for a plot of land in 2009. And now, I’ve decided to finally start building on it. So there will be no new car for me in the foreseeable future. What’s a guy to do? The front and rear bumpers were damaged and cracked anyway so I decided on the next best thing – a nip/tuck.
Before (when it was brand new and wasn’t damaged and cracked):
I’m pretty chuffed with it. Not bad for a car that’s almost 20 years old.
I’ve been noticing a trend lately especially since Instagram came onto the scene and that is girls really like taking photos of themselves and then uploading them. And it’s predominantly a girl thing. I can say that because I follow guys on my Instagram and they don’t post any many pictures of themselves as the girls do. I don’t know about male celebrities *cough*selinalovessungkangtoomuch*cough but between regular guys and girls? The girls win.
Before the invention of the “like”, to be creepy takes effort. You have to leave enough comments like “OMG you are so beautiful!”, “Wow, marry me!”, or “No seriously. Marry me” before you creep someone out. Now with “like”, being creepy is effortless. It’s an impulsive and spontaneous thing. You see something you like? You “like” it. Tap-tap. Done! Omg she’s so hot.
Seriously though? What’s with all the toilet selfies?
The question then becomes: how many times can you like a girl’s selfies before it becomes creepy? I asked this question on my Facebook and I got only two answers. Thanks Facebook friends! My cousin JC says so long as she keeps posting them, one should keep liking them because that’s what they really want. Attention and lots of it. Which is kinda true.
I like this x1000
And Selina says one does it until she blocks you. Which is a non-answer. Thanks Sel!
Wahahahah! Ok so back to the question. How many “likes” does a stalker make? To understand that, one needs to question why a girl uploads photos and photos of herself for everyone to see. It is to fish for compliments is it not? So it’d behoove us, the audience to clap and approve, right? So my answer is, it’s never too creepy to “like” if she likes people looking at her.
I will leave you with a sub-genre of the selfie: the flexing selfie. Hey girls, never stop doing what you do. Ya-yer.
One of the stops on the cruise was Tauranga. There’s a famous beach town called Mount Maunganui in the area but we merely drove past it (v. pretty with lotsa nice houses) because we were set to visit Hobbiton, the sheep farm/set where they shot the LoTR and Hobbit movies. It was about an hour and a half drive away from the port.
Our guide at Hobbiton told us that one reason Peter Jackson chose this specific area to shoot the movies was that for large swaths of it, you do not see any roads or power and telephone lines. This photo that I took on the way there shows this to be true.
Sheep farming is THE industry in this area.
Obligatory tourist shots.
The place is spectacular.
But we were told that a lot of things were not real. Like this tree above Bag End. Apparently all the leaves were painstakingly stuck onto the iron tree frame by film students from the area.
Going there and back to the port took us a good part of the only day we have at this place but it was well worth it.
I once liked a crazy girl but it didn’t eventuate into anything because spoiler alert, she was crazy. My friends told me after that it was just as well that nothing came out of it because they knew right away that it wasn’t going to work out, and even if it did I would have hated myself for getting into it. That’s the thing about having a crush or being in love with someone, you develop tunnel vision and become fixated on what you like about the person and nothing else. There’s no balance and you are not objective about it.
Even if my friends had said something, I would have probably brushed it off. Even if I knew in the back of my head that what they were saying was true, I would have stuck it out anyway because “I wanted to find out for myself”.
On the other hand, a relationship that seem totally wrong to you can work for the people involved. Unless there’s blatant abuse in it, who are we to criticise what makes them happy? Some people like being in dysfunctional relationships and the excitement and variety that they bring. Some people like their relationships to be a roller-coaster ride. Sooner or later, they would want to get off the ride but until then they are thrilled and they are happy.