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: boys, brooklyn, death by cute, entertainment, i own it, nyc, pillaging, pride, rage, the good fight
Oh, my God, this is the best BK shout out ever- hello, Brooklyn…
Filed under: accessories, death by cute, i own it, retro, shoe lust, shopping, wear
I’ve always been straightforward about my hedonism but love for shoes. While I love sexy shoes, I cannot deal with foot discomfort. I found these cute motorcycle boots a week ago and I have not found a more comfortable shoe in my recent memory. It’s really hard to find a something that looks put together and pretty and doesn’t wound you on a daily basis. Oh, I love my boots.
Filed under: geek love, haute, i own it, indolence, sanctimony, schadenfreude, sin in general, the good fight
It only took me like a week and a half to find a new job! And it’s at a way more established company! But I’ve been a little tired lately, so I’ve been quiet.
Filed under: accessories, cheap, fetish, i own it, love, lust, makeup, pin-ups, retro, shopping, vanity, wear
This fabulous blush stick eluded me for years. I read the reviews on Makeup Alley- get it now before they discontinue it! and then nothing. I scoured every WnW display I passed and saw no version of it. Then, like magic, it reappeared everywhere. I’d heard Coy was the perfect pink blush and was skeptical- blush was never an item I could find in drugstores. But they were right.
Coy is a creamy, highly pigmented, pure pink color that makes you look sweet, alive, and not overly made up. I use it on my lips to provide a neutral base for gloss. It’s been less than a week and this item is elevated to grail status on my vanity table. Don’t try to contour with it (or anything)- just apply a little to the apples of your cheeks and pat it out until it looks natural. Finish with a light dusting of powder if desired. I will never go back to prestige blush again, unless WnW discontinues it. Now, if they’d only resurrect Drac’s Drool- dumb name, perfect berry wash for lips.
Filed under: cheap, death by cute, entertainment, haute, i own it, indolence, love, retro, sex, sin in general, sleep
Sometimes the naked city can be a bit stifling. Overall, it’s the center of the world and we all know it, but sometimes that can be hard to remember when you’re sweaty and squished on the F train. Or when you need some time alone to talk with someone and everything in the world at your doorstep is just way too distracting.
A few weeks ago, I had a long visit with my super dreamy boyfriend and we needed a quiet place to chill. I saw the glowing reviews at Trip Advisor of the Roxbury and was sold. Because, is teh internets ever wrong? This well styled hideway has luxe details, reasonable rates, friendly owners, and all the quiet you could ever want. There’s an extensive continental breakfast and DVD collection, and the rooms are pimped enough so you’ll never need to leave unless you want to.
Extra props go to the Village Pub in nearby Margaretville. Being total lazy bastards, we napped through regular dinner hours every night. I would have starved to death without their surprisingly delicious burgers and my date tried the chicken cacciatore made from fresh local ingredients for a very reasonable price. Top marks all around. Some pics:
Filed under: accessories, boys, cheap, death by cute, fetish, i own it, indolence, lingerie, lust, pin-ups, retro, sales, sex, shopping, wear
I am on an eternal quest for comfortable, adorable boyshorts. I can never have enough, and I never feel like I have enough. I picked up a three pack of these lacy numbers at Target this Saturday, and they’re truly amazing. They stay put, look adorable, and you don’t even feel them all day. Top marks, I’m definitely stocking up!
Filed under: accessories, geek love, i own it, indolence, nyc, rage, shoe lust, shopping, sin in general, wear
God damn you, Crocs, and your Croccy croslite material. Every time I get away from your cloudlike shoes, you draw me back in with something. First my sister bought me the Athens sandals, which are sleekish and super wearable. And now this. Slim little toe-cleavage baring Mary-frickin-janes. That don’t need socks. That can go in the dishwasher! I’ve been wearing maryjanes since I was three. Stop targeting me, Crocs!
I mean, the main focus of this site is doing what feels good. And they feel good, and that’s enough, right? Right? Are they gonna revoke my FIT degree?
Filed under: accessories, cheap, gadgetry, geek love, i own it, lust, sex, shopping
I found this pen in my office recently. I started to use it, and immediately marched over to my boss and began grilling him as to the origins of the pen. He admitted ownership and offered the pen to me- I declined, not feeling right taking such an amazing writing instrument from him. I thought myself weird until our meeting later that day when my other boss, his sister (yes, as my ex often reminds me I am third in command in a chain of three) picked it up and had the same reaction… ooooh, whose pen is this? I’m convinced, I will never use another pen to write on again on the rare occasions I write with a pen.
Filed under: brooklyn, entertainment, geek love, i own it, rage, retro, sassy, sin in general, skate, the good fight
Sweet Action Skate Club is recruiting! Come to our party Thursday, July 26th at Rope to meet the girls- we’re of varying levels of experience and welcome newcomers. Details are below, or comment with any questions and I’ll hollaback. (Girls only!)
Filed under: accessories, cheap, i own it, jewels, lingerie, pin-ups, shoe lust, vanity, wear
Being a woman under thirty but with a less-than-lithe body can be a shopping challenge. I’ve hovered around a size 14-16 for most of my adult life. (Uh huh. I said it. And I’m hot.) It’s not difficult to dress a body with dangerous curves, but finding clothes that look young can be a massive challenge. Plus size clothes can often be cut much more generously, so if you’re petite like I am, you get lost in them. I know Stacy and Clinton (shut up, I love them- they remind me of my BFFs Amy and Eamon) eschew wearing juniors clothing, but I drool every time I get the Alloy and Delia*s catalogs. Flatteringly cut clothes at non-designer prices, and the extended sizes offerings are decent. I especially love their offerings every fall- the pieces are indeed young, but can easily be worked into the wardrobe of a working woman as well. One simple request- make everything in the complete range of sizes!
Filed under: geek love, i own it, indolence, nyc, pride, sassy, the good fight
Through the years, I’ve often reflected on Sassy and its cultural influence on the climate I grew up in, myself, and my friends. We still use Sassy slang, and I know for a fact Sassy invented fitted tees and celeb portmanteaus. When I heard there was a book about it all, I was excited but skeptical it would be able to capture what that magazine truly meant to me.
And yet it does, perfectly. The exciting realization that yes, there were other girls like me and we were infinitely cooler than the cookie cutter types, the DIY fashion pages that were super-cool, the laugh out loud funny staff writings I still remember vividly, and of course, the betrayed feeling when after that interminable absence we were presented with what was called “Stepford Sassy.“ I was strangely surprised to learn so many other girls felt like they lost a friend.
So if you feel the way I do, and I know a lot of you do, have a look at How Sassy Changed My Life: A Love Letter to the Greatest Teen Magazine of All Time. It’s sad and even emotional to read, but it’s worth it to reminisce about something that was so pivotal in the lives of many strong, sassy women today.
Or, er, Brooklyn. You ever see something on the street and it catches your eye and you wonder WTF the deal is, and then you keep seeing it and you have to hunt it down and wear it no matter what? Yes? No? Am I the only one? I’d seen this shirt a few times and then the final time I snapped and had to have it. After some furious clicking, I learned that it is exclusive to Vinnie’s Styles on Flatbush Ave., and it’s only available in store. Still and all, it was totally worth the walk.
…but I find their shirts a teensy bit stiff and less flattering for a curvy chick. Still and all, the prices are excellent, the designs are plentiful and clever, and I even think the shirts will fit better when you break them in. One of the tops I picked up last week was this lovebirds tee- even though I’m not a fan of white, I couldn’t get over the awesome graphic.
Filed under: boys, cheap, entertainment, i own it, in the house, love, sex, sin in general
Every time I see this bollocksology on a reputable site I do a double take. Listen to me, snowflakes. Nothing warming, tingling, or otherwise extra-sensory is good when it comes from a tube and goes on your personal bits. No, no, no. Take a good look, and remember, and don’t use it.
Inspired in part by this discussion on Snopes.com, a better option if you’re not using condoms. This is important. Oil and latex are not BFF. But it’s only got one ingredient, and most people tolerate it well. (Even Curbly says so.) And it doesn’t contain yeast-friendly glycerin. Go forth, but try not to multiply.
Filed under: cheap, entertainment, geek love, i own it, in the house, sin in general
All the time Sometimes going out is too much work. Makeup, clean clothes, sometimes even underwear. I stay in more than I care to admit out of sheer laziness. And Law and Order SVU can’t occupy me totally, as riveting as the plotlines are. (Cocaine in baby formula! Ripped from the headlines! Stabler’s going all you’re a pervert!) So, I spend lots of downtime mentally exercising with content I actually purchased. Yes, you read right. I was so jonesing after the one hour free trial I broke down and bought computer Scrabble. And I’ve used it daily since. Okay, there goes my bad-girl cred. But it is an addiction, that counts for something, right?
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.
And not the good kind, either. Falling down panties are the bane of my existence. I’m persnickety about my undergarments- I find thongs to be an aesthetic atrocity, and briefs are boring. I like tap pants, tangas, boyshorts, hipsters, etc. But often these comfier types will fall down. All. Day. Long. I got me a nice red pair of boy-style hipsters at Target and they stay up really, really well. Which you will appreciate if you’ve ever ambled down Houston Street tugging at your undies while running to the train.
I’ve talked the internetses ear off about this lipstick, but I’m a professional, and I’ve been addicted to red lipstick since the age of twelve. This is it- I’ve tried MAC, Nars, Stila, Urban Decay, etc, and not one red lipstick besides this has ever gone on so velvety smooth and true and just hot. And it’s under $5. Since picking this up a year ago on a whim, I’ve been able to wear little else, even in pajamas. It’s available at most drugstores, too. Don’t be put off by the dark-skinned market placement, I’m NC20-15 and it really works even on me.
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I’ve never understood all the hullabaloo over NARS Orgasm Blush. As a makeup artist, I found even with darker skin, a sheer wash of color worked light years better on everyone. When I worked for MAC, I moved more Pink Swoon blush than anything else. Scarily pink in the compact, it goes on sheer and light and like you’ve just been skiing. Or, I suppose, shagging. Best. Blush. Ever.
I purchased a piece by Danielle Maveal late last year and I loved it instantly. She ships fast, and her pieces are just amazing. And I’ve been seeing them out and about in the slope for some time now- I’m glad because she’s talented, but I wanted to be the only one with such cute unique necklaces! Highly recommended for yourself or a unique gift for a friend. I’m especially fond of the kissing koi and kissing bunnies pieces.
I am an unapologetic Harry Potter fangirl. I have a total penchant for Cosplay, and soon as I found these socks, I knew my rollergirl alter-ego had to have a pair. They’re so comfy and well-made, and the price is totally unbeatable. I especially like how you can sport your house colors unobtrusively with a cute skirt and top. Gryffindor, stand up!
I have talked everyone I know in real life and the internets to death about this damn yogurt. I never liked yogurt. It was like gelatinous, tastless, chalky goo sent to punish those of us with ass-jiggle for daring to want dairy. But then Fage Total became unavailable at Trader Joe’s and the provocative signage piqued my curiousity. Since I got my paws on it, I’ve been addicted. It’s a little pricier than regular yogurt, but at 1.79, it ain’t gonna bankrupt anyone. And it’s not even close to skim, so health nuts can suck it.
I have always abhored shirts with legends like “I Taught Your Boyfriend That Thing You Like”- besides violating the girlcode, they’re often hideous and poorly fitting. I’ve spent hours playing with Spreadshirt and the results are always better and cheaper than anything you’ll find at Mandee or T-Shirt Hell. Stencilry is an excellent resource for shirt-building here, too, but the stock designs are way cool.
I came around to eyeliner quite late- I was freelancing for MAC and it became something I had to do. I instantly fell in love with a sharply, thinly kohl-lined eye. My basic look became pale gold shadow with kohl. I have messed around with every kohl under the sun, and I have never found better than Rimmel Soft Kohl Kajal in Jet Black. Sure, it smudges a little, but any moron knows if you have eyeliner, you don’t fucking rub your eyes. Besides, eye products with intentional staying powder always sting like a bastard. Honestly, best eye pencil ever.
Nothing says cooler than you like foreign cigarettes. I never smoked until I got divorced, and when the stress wore me down, a long-burning, sweet-smelling clove made it somewhat better. I’ve tried regular smokes, but I remain loyal to my beloved Djarum Specials. One caveat, people do stop you to ask what you’re smoking. A small price to pay for peace.
Sweet Action Skate Club has a lot of fans for a little skate club. And why wouldn’t we- who doesn’t love kick-ass girls who skate in the park in knee socks? (Or, if it’s me, cower alongside promising to move sometime soon. Hey, I dress.)
Show your love for strong women by snagging some SASC gear here.
But as you can see, I have a weakness for cheap necklaces. And I work right above fucking girlprops, so half of my paycheck could just be sent to them for baubles. I had to have this big and sexy rockabilly crowned heart. And since there’s no going subtle, I got it in gold. Super cool.
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.
