30 MUSTACHE RIDES: The Official Mustache List

Well, it’s been a while since I’ve done a good list so here you go. I’ve noticed a trend that’s popped back up, one that hasn’t been prevalent so much in our culture since the 70′s, you know what I’m talking about… mustaches. Twirl them, comb them, ride them, they’re all the same… or so I thought. I have to admit, while I go weak in the knees for facial hair, the one type that always gave me the “there’s a child molester breathing down the back of my neck” shivers were mustaches… up until now that is. I see it all the time now, men sporting bare faces with a snuggled upper lip and I have to say… it’s kind of turning me on.

So I took it upon myself to embrace this new trend of male grooming (because let’s face it, any kind of male grooming should be embraced. Am I right ladies?!) and I’ve compiled the ultimate list! So here it is, the good, the bad and the ugly in MUSTACHES!

Hot Mustaches

Honorable Mustaches

Evil Mustaches

DISCLAIMER: I’m not telling every guy out there to grow a mustache just because you can. You need a certain type of face, a certain refinement, and a certain confidence to pull one off correctly. Please see the above examples for good mustaches and bad mustaches.

COSMO: What I Learned In May 2011

It must be that time of the month again! My May issue of Cosmopolitan, staring Paramore’s Hayley Williams, came in the mail! And as per our agreement, I’ve thumbed through the countless ads for self-tanner and diet pills to find the very best, this month’s issue has to offer! And as per our agreement, you shall read what I have to say. Now go! READ IT!

Hayley Williams: Corn Dog of Revenge pg. 46-49

The Rubber-Band Effect pg. 144-147

I Have Orgasms All Day Long pg. 214-215

Sex Moves His Ex Didn’t Do pg. 141-143

How Guys Really Feel About Your BO pg. 82

Decode His Texts pg. 256

May Look Book

Check out full scans of Hayley’s boring interview.

Interactions With An Anonymous Stranger Who Will Remain Nameless Pt. IV

The Hit On & Run

So this morning I woke up a bit early to go jogging by the Hudson River. Something I like to do when it’s a nice, sunny morning, like it was today. The only problem was, I felt like shit. The week had worn on me and the last thing I wanted to do on a Friday morning was to go run for an hour.

But I did it anyway.

I dragged my sorry ass out of bed and threw on my all back outfit (I looked like I was attending a professional jogger’s funeral) and I hit the pavement. The hour went by, and just three blocks away from my apartment, the sweet release of my shower and giant bottle of water I was stopped at a light.

“Excuse me miss,”
I turn to see a man had approached me and was looking me up and down. Mind you I have no make up on, extra baggy eyes, am pretty sweaty from my workout and having forgotten to put on deodorant, probably smelly. The one thing I did have working for me were my thin-fit technology sewn yoga pants that made my legs and ass look much more toned than they actually are.
“Yeah,” I panted.
“How many miles would you say you run?”
“About four,” I looked around, the light was about to change.
“Wow, that’s about, that’s like, a-” He was trying to do the math.
“That’s about 80 blocks, that’s good. So, um-”
The light changed.
“Gotta run!” I ran across the street and could make out his parting words.
“Keep up the good work!”

Best. Exit. Strategy. Ever.

Britney Will Dance ‘Till The World Ends’… Or For 30 Seconds

Britney Spears debuted her newest music video today, for Till The World Ends, which should be said is a slightly better song than Hold It Against Me, but taking into account the nauseating amount of brain power it takes to get it unstuck from your mind’s playlist, it’s probably about equal to anything Rebecca Black could give birth to. (Jesus Christ that was a long sentence.) That being said, I’m sure I’ll be singing and dancing to this song by the weekend.

Brit’s video tells the tale of the fated date in the not so distant future, December 21, 2012, when the Mayans predicted the world will end. Brit is held up in a basement with a few of her most beloved back up dancers, grinding up on one another waiting for apocalypse to come only to realize, upon poking her head out of a manhole, that the sun has come up and indeed she will see another day as a 30 year-old (that’s how old Britney will be in 2012.)

Now we all know that ever since Britney went a little cray-cray, she hasn’t been the same pop princess she was in her “virgin” years, but someone took extra special care to cut out all the real Britney dance sequences of her latest vid to prove it. Below is the whole 30 seconds of Britney gyrating to prove, once and for all, that Britney Jean Spears can no longer cut a rug. It’s really sad, but we all have to face the music (pun intended) some day and realize that Britney is way too drugged up to shake it like she used to. Either that or she’s a drone and they haven’t figured out how to give robots rhythm yet. God I hope I can still shake my ass when I’m closing in on my third decade of life.

And for reference and good measure, here’s Britney in her dancing years. Skip to 1:18 for some serious dance skillz. See the difference?

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