Filed under: bathing, cheap, femme dangereuse, fetish, i own it, lust, pin-ups, retro, sex, sin in general, vanity
I am a licensed esthetician. I am, however, not a licensed gymnast. Ergo, I 
cannot wax my own bikini area. One of my snopes friends mentioned this under the radar product and I was, of course, skeptical. Nair gave me chemical burns rivaling napalm, and waxing by someone else took off more skin than unwanted hair.
You have to jimmy off the cap like a paint can, and the mixing process is kind of scary. Also, since all my spatulas are- well, spatulas- I used the backside of a plastic knife. Which was totally ghetto.
But after the required seven minutes of sitting with a weird, cold paste on my nether regions, Magic Shaving Powder worked brilliantly as advertised and didn’t irritate me at all. Anywhere. As always, Vice Vixen is not responsible for anything you put in or around your hoo-ha, so proceed with caution.
Filed under: accessories, bathing, death by cute, fetish, geek love, haute, in the house, pin-ups, retro, sex, sin in general, vanity
Via Uncrate, cool retro sexiness in a bath towel. Who knew?
Filed under: bathing, brooklyn, cheap, death by cute, geek love, haute, indolence, nyc, shopping, the good fight, vanity
I’ve gone on and on about my love for homegrown beauty products, and I lovelovelove The Bubble Roome’s Brooklyn-themed natural offerings. Now that their site’s back up, I’mma have to check out their gorgeously-packaged Hemp Oil Lotion. None of the scents are based on my favorite- dark chocolate- but the Clementine & Cedarwood looks like a really nice option.
Filed under: accessories, bathing, boys, cheap, fetish, in the house, indolence, lust, sex, sin in general
You might as well pick yourself up some of these super handy, waterproof spa lights. Do I need to explain why seeing underwater is useful? Plus, candles can ignite hair, washcloths, or get splashed out. And of course, they don’t work underwater, so you can’t see the action.
Filed under: bathing, boys, in the house, indolence, love, lust, sex, sin in general
Bathing by yourself can be relaxing, but I can’t think of a time I’d rather have company. It’s infinitely more calming and fun, especially if you really fancy your bathing partner. And I may sound old fashioned, but you should. This bath is both aesthetically pleasing and roomy, and a well-placed mirror would probably make me never want to get out.
Bathing suits suck. They just totally suck. I have never, ever enjoyed wearing one. I’ve always been on the curvy side, even when I was young enough to just be chunky. I have not worn a bikini since a bunch of kids made fun of me at summer camp. When I was five. My point is, bathing suits are stupid. This one gives me hope, though. It’s lined and cute and not in the lame, not-your-thing style of most bathing suits- they’re so rarely interesting.
Being a girl means, unfortunately, less opportunities to pee. Boys can always resort to a quiet alley in times of need, whereas the fairer sex risks more exposure, drenching our shoes, or being pushed over mid-pee by evil friends. (I’ve seen it happen!) This ingenious new service will text you the location of a nearby bathroom in an emergency, if you didn’t heed your mother’s advice to go before you leave home. Because naughty girls aren’t necessarily dirty girls.
I have no personal restraint when it comes to Cadbury Creme Eggs. I have been addicted to them since I was a kid, and every year was disappointed when my basket did not only contain this variety of candy as per my daily lenten request. I love foodie scents, and I’d better get my ass in gear and order this LE body butter from Lushbox.
I’m a sucker for indie body products. I’ve been entranced by The Bubble Roome since I discovered it. I love their espresso soap and their body butters look divine. But I’ve always subscribed to the theory that men are attracted by foodie smells, and this oatmeal soap looks just delicious.
