Filed under: accessories, femme dangereuse, fetish, geek love, haute, love, lust, pillaging, rage, ravaging, seriously unladylike behaviour, shopping, sin in general, smooth criminal, the good fight, vanity, wear
Normally, I like to mix it up a bit, but I was very impressed by the indie gooda on offer at Supermarket.
First up- an understated leather wallet that says BAMF without saying it.
Smoking accessories are few and far between, and this cigarette holder confirms the badass status to which you are entitled as a smoker.
Sappy but cool- interlocking promise/wedding/love you rings.
Gotcha! Wedding rings.
Pretty, pretty cleaver necklace.
I’m sorry, what now?
Filed under: boys, femme dangereuse, geek love, ha, lust, rage, sassy, seriously unladylike behaviour, sex, sin in general, the good fight
The female equivalent of a cock block.I was hitting on that guy, but my girlfriend stepped in and totally box locked me.
Filed under: accessories, death by cute, femme dangereuse, haute, in the house, jersey love, lust, rage, retro, sassy, sin in general, smooth criminal
Oh, my God, this was like, made with my bedroom in mind. Never mind the “Sweeney Todd” thing, this is the hottest mirror I’ve ever had. Femme Dangereuse, indeed.
Filed under: brooklyn, gentrification, jersey love, newark, nyc, pillaging, pride, rage, sanctimony, schadenfreude, sin in general, the good fight, the next big thing
So, I moved to Newark. It’s weird. I actually seriously dig it here. I loved and will always love Brooklyn, but Newark is like what I imagine Brooklyn used to be like. Everything here seems so undiscovered and ignored and just waiting for a bunch of crazy kids to move in and repurpose it in some kind of DIY revolution. My house is like that.
So I was excited to see this article linked and discussed everywhere this week. Apparently Newark is turning around. That would almost be too bad. Newark’s got so much grit to it but it’s open and …clean in a way Brooklyn isn’t. I’m 10 minutes from the Holland and 10 minutes from a Target and Wal-Mart in Union. If Whitey McHipster came over from Brooklyn and priced my ass out I’d be so upset. All the good ethnic places would be replaced with Tempo Prestos. And I’d have to listen to douchey conversations on the Path train.
Hipsters, stay back!
Filed under: accessories, cosplay, fetish, geek love, haute, in the house, kitchen, lingerie, lust, pin-ups, rage, retro, sanctimony, wear
It must know me pretty well, because this is totally something I’d wear. And after weeks of constantly infiltrating the sidebars of blogs I read with suggestions based on my browsing history, I’m sold on cherry aprons. I give in, okay? Send me two.
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, cheap, death by cute, geek love, ha, pin-ups, pride, rage, skate, the good fight, wear
Threadless just dropped this funky, girly derby-themed shirt for Halloween. As always with Threadless, it’s get it while you can. Really digging the fake movie/comic book vibe. Too cool!
Filed under: boys, pillaging, pride, rage, sanctimony, sin in general, smooth criminal, the good fight
Via the snopes boards, an amazing story of girlpower. And they escaped with their heads! Thanks, Jonny T!
Dammam, Asharq Al-Awsat- Members of Khobar’s Commission for the Promotion of Virtue and Prevention of Vice were the victims of an attack by two Saudi females, Asharq Al-Awsat can reveal.According to the head of the commission in Khobar, two girls pepper sprayed members of the commission after they had tried to offer them advice.
Girlfriends, when y’all get your driving rights please come over to the west and smoke a hookah with us. The shisha’s on me!
Filed under: accessories, gadgetry, rage, sassy, shopping, smooth criminal, the good fight, wear
…when it’s actually brass knuckles in disguise? I have slightly mixed feelings about this piece- on one hand, I’m wary of women walking around feeling threatened. On the other hand, well-you know. This ring is meant to take the place of the old keys-between-the-fingers trick. Subtle.
Filed under: accessories, cheap, death by cute, fetish, haute, jewels, lust, rage, sex, sin in general
I’ve posted handcuffs, knives, razorblades, and guns as jewels. Such is my heritage as half Brooklyn-Italian. However, these pieces are often large, cartoonish, and not too refined. Not so with this delicate cuff lariat from CutXPaste. It looks like it’s for the closet bad girl, the one who you don’t suspect til you’re tethered to the bedposts.
Filed under: accessories, cheap, death by cute, geek love, ha, rage, shopping
Heh… these luggage tags made me smile, because I hate it when my stuff is on the carousel and someone touches it or looks at it. Move on, that’s my bag!
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: geek love, indolence, lust, pillaging, rage, ravaging, sex, sin in general, skate, the good fight, vanity
I love indie beauty products. It can be hit or miss, but so much stuff you buy in the store comes from the same exact cosmetic chemists in Jersey. And this natural, healing balm is made especially to soothe nasty skate boo-boos. Which you don’t tend to get if you’re a mega scaredy cat like me. (Main Page…)
(And it comes in a post-bout kit!)
Filed under: entertainment, ha, indolence, rage, sanctimony, schadenfreude, shopping
Not my blog, this funny blog about working at Wal-Mart. I can’t help it- I do go to Wal-Mart when the opportunity presents itself, and it is an evil, scary place. The stories on the above link are hilarious and fascinating, and somehow exactly what you’d imagine working at a Wal-Mart returns desk would be like.
Filed under: brooklyn, indolence, pillaging, rage, sanctimony, the good fight
Does anyone else not remember hours of consecutive lightning? Tornadoes in Brooklyn? Flooding that turns Smith Street into lakes? Yeah, me neither. This latest transit debacle highlights how truly exposed New Yorkers are to a real crisis. And Mr. Bloomberg, the contingency plan of go fuck yourselves is really wearing thin.
I love this city, but this is not the NYC I know. And it sucks.
Filed under: accessories, boys, discount codes, gadgetry, lust, rage, sex, smooth criminal, the good fight
The freak lightning storm that hit Brooklyn zapped my unplugged phone somehow last night, and in the interim I needed a vehicle for textsex. This handy site can unlock old phones. Good to know if you’re jonesing for a bit of the old beep-beep-oooohhhh… and you’re stuck for a phone.
WTF? Thank you lobbyists for being utter interfering dickwads.
The committee adopted an amendment by Sen. Mike Enzi, R-Wyo., that would ban clove cigarettes in the U.S., reversing a controversial decision by Kennedy to allow the FDA to decide.
Kennedy, the panel’s chairman, said he was responding to several senators who contacted him with concerns that a ban on cloves would not be compliant with World Trade Organization rules. But Kennedy agreed to the ban after several senators objected.
Honestly, suck it, boys.
Filed under: brooklyn, cheap, geek love, rage, sassy, sin in general, skate, the good fight, wear
Skating with a DIY, non-bout-hosting skateclub means we raise funds. Like last night, Sweet Action Skate Club hosted a super-fun bake sale and recruiting party at Rope. And it kicked mega-ass. But we couldn’t skate inside on accounta Our Lady Mess almost killing herself once or twice there.
But the internet means an abundance of reasonably priced gear. Case in point- a custom (long length!) jersey tee at Shop Lattitude. I wanna get this one with my name and number, but the possibilities are like, so endless!
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Being a rather rough and tumble girl, I totally dug this cool shirt from Glarkware. The in-your-faceness of the slogan is kinda offset by the neutral, retro graphics.
Filed under: brooklyn, entertainment, geek love, lust, pin-ups, rage, retro, sassy, sex, sin in general, skate, the good fight
The demand to try out for the Gotham Girls Roller Derby is massive. And with good reason- they’re fierce, talented, amazing skaters, and skilled athletes overall. But several local skating organizations are recruiting, too, and just in case you rollergirls in the the NYC area and beyond haven’t heard, please check them out because they need skaters, too!
First (and I am a member), Sweet Action Skate Club is based in Brooklyn and is not a derby club. It’s just a bunch of cool, scrappy chicks who meet up wherever and whenever they can to skate. We are headed by the talented Our Lady Mess, and we are recruiting and partying at Rope this Thursday, so c’mon down and meet us, okay?
Second is the newer than GGRD but just as fierce Long Island Roller Rebels. This is my home turf, and these girls can skate. And they, too, are recruiting. (Strong Island, represent!)
Last, and newest is Suburbia Roller Derby- they are brand-spankin’ new and in need of good skaters. They have some alums from LIRR, GGRD, and Connecticut, and they’re looking for some fierce girls as well. They skate at this cool little throwback rink and they’ve got three practices going a week.
These newer leagues are a great opportunity to really learn from the ground up and become an awesome skater. I’ve seen these girls skate and it’s amazing- it’s a real grassroots girl thing, and it makes you very proud of all these women for resurrecting something and making it so much cooler.
Check them out, aspiring rollergirls- they need you!
Filed under: accessories, cheap, fetish, geek love, love, lust, rage, sex, the good fight
…just a touching piece of jewelry honoring the best character in the Potterverse.
Filed under: geek love, pin-ups, pride, rage, retro, sassy, sin in general, skate, the good fight
Road trip! I’ll be back on Wednesday, I was skating all night and I’m so sleepy…
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!)
Because your iPhone alone just doesn’t convey your lemming-like drive to look cool, you need an overvalued, underdesigned, cliched Louis Vuitton holder for it. I hatehatehate the ubiquitous LV monogram. With the fury of a thousand suns. As if Louis Vuitton himself killed my lover. And this just takes two stupid overpriced hype machines and rolls them into one big, tacky, I have money and no taste spectacular. I will forever rock the hand-sewn phone protector my best friend made me (as soon as I find it in the debris of my room) because it’s much cooler than this stupid thing. Just trust me on this one, okay?
Filed under: accessories, boys, fetish, love, lust, rage, sex, sin in general
Part of the fun of being in love is the familiarity accrued in which one needs a safe word. If your tastes lean towards the very-naughty but you don’t like all that ball-gag and black leather stuff, you might wanna check out the adorable Slap and Tickle kit from Boudoir Essentials. A blindfold, many restraints, a feather tickler, and instructions! are part of this adorable kit in a cute little canister. And it appears none of it will set off any airport security alarm bells, which is always a good thing.
I’m on a bit of a gun kick lately, but I’m half Italian, so I can be. I have a nice silver six-shooter necklace, but I love how this retro necklace* from Classic Hardware is all pink and girly- with a gun. All their pieces are lovely, but this really spoke to me- as only a gun can.
* Scroll down for the direct link
Filed under: accessories, boys, fetish, lust, makeup, rage, sex, sin in general, vanity
When I came of age sexually, pretty much all you had to do to impress a guy sexually was, uh, shag him. We didn’t have brazilians or bleaching or now, for fuck’s sake, titty gloss. It was enough to entice the menfolk that we had tits. And now this.
Enter Agent Provocateur’s Titillation. I beseech you, my sisters, to nip this trend in the bud and do not submit to any more grooming, glossing, or hair yanking of anything that can be covered by a bikini. Unless you really want to, for some strange reason. Remember when all we had to worry about with getting naked was granny panties? Bring those days back!
Filed under: accessories, gadgetry, geek love, rage, schadenfreude, sin in general, the good fight
I really wish all the tech blogs would stop the iPhone circle-jerking. It’s like the Paris Hilton of gadget news. What don’t we know about this stupid thing? I work on Prince Street, and this morning people were lined up, from last night, around the block for this stupid overpriced glorified Sidekick. What is going to be so life-changing about this thing that it’s worth sleeping on a pee-soaked sidewalk?
And those stupid commercials- it looks like you just wave a wand and you’re at any damn website via telepathy. I guarantee there’s a whole lot of awkward stylus-pinky action involved somewhere.
Which brings me to my current rumination. We have cameras. We have MP3 players. We have internet devices. Why do we need one expensive thing that does all three poorly? Oooh, a 2MP camera… sweet!
Is that a fucking riot shield? Isn’t this country at war?
more iPhone idiocy:
And the offending commercial:
“You can’t be like pancakes, all exciting at first, but by the end you’re fuckin’ sick of ‘em… I like waffles better than pancakes. Because waffles are like pancakes with syrup traps. They say to syrup, “You ain’t going anywhere, don’t even be trying to creep down the sides. Just rest in these squares, if one square is full, move on. When you hit butter, split up.”
I love kitschy kitchenware. I also love how this heart spatula seemingly could double as a spanking device. Or it could flip stuff. Whatever, IDK… (Thanks for the link, Outblush!)
Via my friends on the Snopes boards, this Disney rejection letter is an interesting reminder of still-fairly-recent institutional anti-woman policies.
Filed under: accessories, boys, cheap, entertainment, fetish, love, rage, sex, sin in general
Pink S&M toys are such a cute contradiction. This paddle was designed not only to spank, but to leave little heart shaped welts as well. How adorably twisted. And it’s studded. Cute, and to the point.
Filed under: accessories, boys, entertainment, in the house, love, rage, sex, sin in general
Laziness and adventurousness generally do not go hand in hand, even in bed. The laziest of all human environments requires an obscene amount of exertion for most kinds of imaginative play. Even the rather common handcuff theme threatens soreness and confusing where do my arms go? interruptions. Not so much the case with these naughty thigh cuffs, providing less freedom for the wearer than handcuffs while being more comfortable and ostensibly longer-wearing. But why does the UK market seem to own thigh cuffs? Why haven’t American purveyors of naughty goods caught on to this development?!
Filed under: entertainment, geek love, ha, rage, schadenfreude, sex, sin in general
I really, really don’t take pleasure in the suffering of others. Despite my sinful, naughty, very-bad-girl tendencies, I really don’t like seeing people physically or emotionally hurt. It just sucks. That said, I am completely friggin addicted to Cheaters on G4. It’s like reality show crack. The catfights, the smarmy hosts, the public drama, the food and condoms flying- I’m riveted from beginning to end. Please tell me other people watch this dreck.
I have been impeded in my posting and my general slacking because somebody (okay, it was me) dumped a half a litre of Diet Cherry Pepsi on my iBook. All systems are go on my PC, so I’m back in the game… for now. Oh, ETA: Waaaaaaah!
The blogosphere is abuzz today about Alli. Apparently, people are buying it in droves. Hey, I’m all for wanting to look good. But I can tell you unequivocally that soiling your pants is never sexy. Seriously, the instructions tell you to bring a change of clothes to work. If you buy this stuff, you’re an idiot. That is all.
Filed under: accessories, boys, jewels, love, rage, sex, sin in general, wear
If I was getting a sentimental gift, I couldn’t think of a better way to say “I love you forever” than a golden pair of handcuffs from Kiki de Montparnasse. Don’t they just say, I’ll always dig you that way? And they’re so aesthetically pleasing as well, they can warrant a permanent place draped over your headboard. 24K Gold and it comes with a pretty key, which I believe would double as a nice necklace.
Watches can be so boring. And now since we all have cellphones, unnecessary. Really only an accessory. Still and all, it’s nice to have one that isn’t boring. This edgy, black watch from Diesel is a nice, noticeable, and pretty tough take on wristwear. It says it’s for boys, but I’d totally rock it. And kick your ass if you made me late.
No one else seems to have noticed the camouflage creeping rapidly over NYC. It’s like kudzu, but oddly endearing and difficult to resist. I knew the trend had really taken root when I noticed it on newborns in baby slings. Cute and badass. These cool, casual bags riff on that trend a little. The selection of styles is big, too, and they’re priced well. And it’s unisex- buy it for your boyfriend and steal it back.
Disposable Bics are so ugly and boring. I’m always on the lookout for something refillable and more aesthetically pleasing, but smoking supplies are persona non grata in the realm of accessories nowadays- thanks, anti-smoking fascists! I stumbled across this cute and naughty-girl lighter in one of my endless quests. Let’s face it, you’ll rarely be smoking anything in a situation where you have to look like Ms. (or Mr.) Nicey-Nice.
I attended the awesome, edge-of-your seat Bronx v. Queens bout at Hunter College last night. The girls were on, and the bout was crazy! Bronx eeeked out a win in the very last few minutes, largely down to Beyonslay‘s awesome blocking skillz. And Suzy Hotrod‘s speed skating was unreal.
This time, the halftime show was super cool. Brooklyn Double Dutch had me and my gay riveted with their performance. I can’t find a vid anywhere, but they were fierce! Check ‘em out if you can, because they really are the rockingest. And now I need some oldschool athletic shorts.
My love for accessories with edge is common knowledge by now. Whether or not this comes from my razorblade and black nail polish sporting grandma remains to be seen. I just fell in love with this wicked and simple red purse with a brass knuckle style handle. C’mon, shove me on the subway now… bitch.
I’ve always loved how Lil’ Kim revels in the title of Queen Bitch, and Queen Latifah never went by the apologetic “Princess Latifah”- Queens are the ones to order people’s heads off. I really want one of these custom crown rings, but I’m totally at a loss to the engraved part. Either way, the rustic look and stamping are totally awesome.
I have the matching necklace, but this bracelet is such a nice, delicate (yes, delicate) combo of silver wrist candy and bondage. I must have one now. At $12, it’s a little bit of a steal, as well.
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 have been lusting after this sexxxxy necklace since I saw it on the surly chick at Gorilla a few months ago. The contrast of the matte-ified razor and the delicate little heart just slays me. And to me, it just says break my heart and I’ll put your balls in a vice.
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.
This made me laugh way more than necessary. To the left is the note, to the right is the response. Courtesy passive-aggressive notes from roommates, neighbors, coworkers and strangers.
Virginal white poster bed with delicate curves. But it’s a poster bed. We all know what happens in poster beds. It’s dead cheap, too.
I drink a 5-shot espresso every morning. I really do. And I must endure the stale jokes like, “enjoy your flight!” by the pansy asses ordering a Chaiachino or some shit. I am intrigued by this nifty gadget that seems to magically produce four shots of espresso at once. Because, who are they to judge? Makes you wonder, though, if you’ll just be directly injecting it anytime soon…
