I’m Usually Too Busy Eating Salad and Laughing to Date

Thank you, The Hairpin, for bringing us yet another set of fantastically absurd stock photography. This time, a set we like to call, “I’m Usually too Busy Eating Salad and Laughing to Date”.

In this montage, The Hairpin pulls together stock images of females sitting alone  eating some variation of a salad and laughing to herself. Yup. Eating a salad, laughing con solo.

Now, as soon as we saw this montage, we were like, “HOW DID YOU KNOW?! This is totally our life!” And second, of course, we felt reassurance having finally figured out why they are so many dynamite single females. Because they are all sitting around by themselves, eating salad and having a grand old time.

Speaking of the salad- notice how many varieties of salad single young females are eating! Salads with broccoli, salads with zucchini, salad with tomatos, salad with dressing- even fruit salad! The options. AND if eating salad and laughing doesn’t sound like enough of a fun time, you can also try tossing salad, as many of these illustrious joyful ladies are. Mmm mmm, domesticity- and it’s also a form of cardio.

For the full series of stock images of women laughing and eating salad, click through to The Hairpin: http://thehairpin.com/2011/01/women-laughing-alone-with-salad/

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Xo SFAR

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Douche of the Week: Chris Brown

We’ve had Chris Brown sitting on our shelf as Douche of the Week for some time now just waiting for him to reveal his true colors yet again. That time came this week.

On Tuesday, Chris Brown made headlines for trashing a dressing room, breaking a window, ripping his shirt off and storming onto the 40 degree (F) streets of New York City after being asked a question about Rihanna on Good Morning America.

For those who don’t recall, famed songstress Rihanna and Chris Brown used to date. In 2009 they had an argument while driving home, and he (while driving) began to physically assault her before stopping the car, continuing the beating and leaving her at the scene of the crime bruised and battered. Brown turned himself into police where he was arrested and later sentenced for domestic assault. The pictures of Rihanna’s bruised face were shocking and lead to a temporary setback in the professional success of Brown.

Now resurfacing with a new album, Brown had apparently been hoping to skate by the whole “domestic assault” part of his legacy by showing up for a sunshiney television interview on Tuesday, flashing a smile and singing some songs all while keeping his rage monster in its cage. However, for this Charlie Brown, that is sadly not what journalism is about. And hence his outburst, bare chest and fleeing.

We know he has a rage issue, obviously. So, no real shock that he threw a violent fit. However, it is exactly this obvious rage problem that is so distressing. Highly distressing. Particularly considering he is twenty one years old. The Rihanna assault took place when he was just nineteen years old. That is a sad, sad resume of abusive behavior and unfortunately no sign of recovery- or recourse. GMA failed to press charges against the rapper for the damages Tuesday.

Following his outburst this week, Brown asserted on BET’s 106 & Park last evening that he became enraged during the interview because he felt “thrown off” by the question and convinced ABC had invited him on the show to “exploit me”. For more information on that, see the NY Time’s Arts Beat Blog post, available here. These comments, though, are just so revealing. They reveal that he sees himself as a victim and has not in any way taken responsibility or account for his violent actions two years ago. He is not a man at peace, and he is clearly not a man to be trusted.

The most offensive thing to me, is that Chris Brown has never demonstrated any serious recourse or penance for his past gruesome behaviors. And now people are supossed to laud him because he’s put out a song with Justin Bieber? And while we’re on that point, what is up with making a song with Chris Brown, Justin Bieber? Barf.

Back to the Douche of the Week. We don’t care that you apologized for your behavior on Tuesday, Chris Brown, because your apology was shallow. After apologizing for startling people he described his action backstage at GMA stating, “I just let off, like, steam in the back. I didn’t physically hurt anyone. I didn’t try to hurt anyone. I just released the anger that I had inside of me.” The anger inside of you. Well, that is one thing, we are quite confident you do possess.

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Song of the Day: Fuck You, Lily Allen Xo SFAR

Song of the Day: Fuck You, Lily Allen

Xo SFAR

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Song of the Day: Fuck You, Lily Allen Xo SFAR

Song of the Day: Fuck You, Lily Allen

Xo SFAR

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Midtown Men & Larry Flynt

This is a PSA for anyone attempting to date a man who works or lives in the vicinity of midtown Manhattan. Aka you, your roommate, your best friend from college, maybe even her divorcee mom, et al. Be warned…

Last week, my boyfriend Stan left his office on 42nd street and somehow arrived home having collected a stack of black and white VIP cards- complimentary passes to none other than Larry Flynt’s Hustler Club, a seedy gentlemen’s club in midtown Manhattan.

Now, for those who don’t know Manhattan, midtown is second perhaps only to Wall Street for its per capita percentage of working guys in suits. Yes, every evening after the markets close, young guys in suits- those who man the desks of many of the best known banks, lawfirms, media shops and publishing houses during the day- decend upon the streets. It appears Larry Flynt has picked up on this fact. Back to my story.

So how did he end up with these cards? No, not a bachelor party or as a perk for being a regular. No, no, my Stan came into possession of the cards thanks to Larry Flynt’s hustlers who have been handing them out on the street to gentlemen commuting home for work. I know. Just what we need.

Conveniently located on 51st and the West Side Highway, Larry Flynt Hustler Club is just a short walk over from midtown Manhattan AND perfect for any man driving home from the City at night. Gee! Now, what I didn’t know, is that the club has a heated roof deck and cigar lounge- I know, super classy- though please remember, all- proper attire is required. Fortunately these gentlemanly reminders are highlighted on the business card, lest you forget and arrive in something, I don’t know, indecent or something. The thought!

So, the next time the midtown guy you’re dating blows you off for drinks with guys from the trading desk- shed a tear and know he may have been taken down by Larry Flynt’s hustlers.

Unbelievably perfect, right? SFAR

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Still. A. Dude. | Men in Lady Boots

Come on. I mean, there is no reason for men to wear women’s boots. They can’t even be comfortable. Men and women have different-shaped/sized feet. Science proves it!

You know what I’m talking about. Guys wearing skinny jeans tucked into Hunter or calf-length leather boots. Disclaimer: Hunter makes men’s boots – I am quite aware. However, they are meant for working the cow pastures in Iowa or Ireland, not working the runways in Chelsea. Side note: Attractive Iowa/Ireland farmers – get in touch if you’re ever in the city, but you can leave the work boots at home. Casual will do just fine!

OK, back on track. Guys – I understand the need to protect your Seven jeans from the elements, but there are more flattering ways. Yes, your shoes should match your attitude, but Bloomingdale’s (hell, even Zacky’s in SoHo) offer many winter/rain-ready boots for dudes – and trendy ones at that.

You may be single, dating or taken, but, regardless, you’re still a dude.

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