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The MAC Rodarte Collection? I’ll Pass
Sunday, July 18th, 2010
Far be it from me to make out as though I have any knowledge of the make up industry (I own like, two lipsticks and a powder – to say I’m clueless is an understatement), but my Twitter army of beauty bloggers recently brought something to my attention that deserves to be shouted about.
MAC Cosmetics new collection is inspired by the factory town of Juarez in Mexico. Nothing wrong with that, you say, inspiration comes from anywhere and everywhere, right? Well yes, but when you do a little research, you’ll find that more than 400 women have been raped, tortured and murdered in Juarez in recent years. Amidst allegations of police and government corruption, most of these killings remain unsolved. I don’t know about you, but the last thing that brings to my mind is a frikkin’ lipstick.
Most of these murdered girls worked in the factories in Juarez and were murdered while walking to or from work. MAC, in a moment of genius (or sheer, unadulterated stupidity, whichever way you wanna look at it) have called products in their new line ‘Factory’, ‘Badlands’, ‘ Ghost Town’ and other such mind-numbingly insensitive and offensive things, you’d be forgiven for believing they have trained chimps running the company.
MAC put out a statement saying that on a recent road trip to the area they were inspired and the collection is intended as a ‘celebration of the beauty of the landscape and the people’. First off, you went on a road trip which I’m assuming you made it back from. Congratulations, so many other women didn’t. Secondly, what exactly about the beauty of these people’s suffering did you want to celebrate?
When news spread, as it tends to do, like wildfire around the internet of this grossly insensitive collection, MAC responded with a statement saying that ‘MAC will give a portion of the proceeds of the MAC Rodarte collection to help those in need in Juarez’ and they’re trying to figure out a way to do that.
Umm, what? First of all, why are we talking about a ‘portion’? Furthermore, what is there to figure out? Just frikkin’ do it!
You know what the people of Juarez need? Some help, some hope and a non-corrupt government and police force who are actually willing to investigate these horrific crimes – not some goddamn lipstick and nail polish!
Here’s hoping someone over at MAC gets their head out of their ass in time for this giant blunder of epic proportions to be remedied. But as I said, I know little about the beauty industry. There is an army of extremely talented (and lovely) beauty bloggers out there, who are much more clued in about this subject matter and express it far more eloquently than I – I encourage you to check out their blogs on this topic (we are all posting our blogs at 8pm UK time tonight).
Mizz Worthy, British Beauty Blogger, Lady of The Lane, Big Fashionista, Vex in the City, So Far So Chic, London Makeup Girl, Get Lippie, London Beauty Queen, Krasey Beauty, Make Up Loveer, 6 Inch Stilettos, Sparkles & Bows, Healing Beauty, Really Ree, Just Nice Things, Make Up Advice Forum, Liloo, Make Up By Katy and of course Beauty Mouth
Tags: dumb ideas, juarez, MAC, make up
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Mac Daddy
Friday, July 16th, 2010
That lovely yellow mac I’m wearing is called a Splashmac and I think we can all agree, it’s rather fetching. A limited edition collection of Splashmacs (from MandMdirect.com) have been designed by Philip Treacy, Erdem, Ben Grimes and Holly Fulton.
This mac is perfect for me because a) clearly, living in England, I’ll have ample excuse to wear it and b) I plan to wear it while riding my bike so motorists can’t possibly say they didn’t see me. But it’s also ideal for the festival season – it folds down really small and fits into its own little bag.
They’re one size fits all and only cost £9.99. All the proceeds go to the Teenage Cancer Trust. There’s really no better way to stay looking sexy during those summer showers and donate to a good cause.
You can purchase a Splashmac (available in four styles/colours) from MandMdirect.com here.
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Tags: mandmdirect.com, sponsored posts
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Woman Law: Being A Lady
Wednesday, July 14th, 2010
The Social Media Mafia, (which consists of myself, Smarty Jones, The Jaded NYer, F$%k It List and Reina Song), have decided it’s high time we set down in bloggery, The Woman Law. On the whole, chicks seem to have lost their way (See: Kat Stacks), so we’re here to help you get back on track. Today, I discuss the importance of being a lady.
Women today are seriously misguided . Good manners and etiquette have fallen by the wayside. The role model count is way down. I look to women of the past, who actually had some class, then look at women today and despair.
On the left we have the divine Grace Kelly, on the right we have full time drunken train wreck and part time actress Lindsay Lohan. I rest my case.
Here are some basic tips on how to keep it classy:
Getting into Cars
I do not need to know the intimate details of your womb every time you get into or out of a car. If you’re wearing a skirt, it’s bum first, legs follow. Please keep your legs together. It’s much classier and no one thinks you’re at your gynecologist appointment. It really goes without saying that you should always be wearing underwear. If you have, at any point, left your house wearing a dress and no underwear and gotten into a car like you’re mounting a horse, give yourself a slap right now and let’s move on.
Being Drunk in Public
Huge no no. If you are past college age and you still go out and drink to get drunk, you should be thoroughly ashamed of yourself. As a lady, you should be able to enjoy a drink and still remember your name at the end of the night. Nobody is interested in your drunk tales the day after either. It’s not brag-worthy that you behave like that, it’s embarrassing.
Fighting
If you ever come to physical blows with another woman, you should have your vagina revoked immediately. Fighting is the most classless thing you can do as a woman. Stop making an ass of yourself, control your mouth and your fists and act right.
Potty Talk
If you belch, pass wind or whatever, don’t ever do it or make reference to it in public. No one needs to know about your toilet habits.
Don’t Groom in Public
That’s what bathrooms are for. Why are you clipping your nails on the bus? Applying your make up at the table in the restaurant? Brushing your hair on the train? And while I’m on the subject, stop applying your make up with a trowel. Minimalism is key. Some of you are looking like drag queens.
Stay on Top of Your Grooming
If you’ve chosen to dye your hair, you’ve also signed up for the upkeep. Don’t let it get to the stage where we see more of your roots than the actual hair colour. Do your eyebrows. If you have a moustache, wax that crap. Shave your pits and your legs and make sure your bikini region doesn’t resemble the Amazon. Single ladies, don’t think you don’t need to ’cause you don’t have a man – we need to stay ready. Girls in relationships, don’t think you don’t need to because you’re secure in your nest. If you’re not doing it anymore, your man will go out and find someone who is. Fact.
Wear Nice Lingerie
Your undergarments are, quite literally, the foundation of your outfit. If you’re wearing four year old knickers with holes in and a mismatched bra, you’re starting off totally on the wrong foot. Wear a nice, matching set of underwear and you’ll feel better and more confident. Operate by the ‘what if I get hit by a bus?’ rule.
The above is the bare minimum of what you should be doing as ladies. I’m tired of hearing women say ‘I don’t care.’ You absolutely should care. This stuff is important. Let’s get it together ladies!
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Tags: being a lady, etiquette
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Fashion: A Tale of Caution and Karma
Tuesday, July 13th, 2010
When I arrived in Toronto in December of 2006, I got a job doing PR for an independent designer. She’d never had someone to do her PR and didn’t really have the budget. She was paying me $10 a hour and would only hire me part time. Meanwhile, my rent was $600 a month so, well, you do the math. It was a struggle, but I was desperate.
It would’ve been nice if I actually got the chance to do some PR, but it turned out there were all these other things involved that were never in the job description, like being the main point of contact for the 80+ stores we supplied to across Canada and the States. And shipping clothes out. And doing quality control. And entering every single item of clothing into Quickbooks. And sometimes doing invoicing. And the whole time, I’m being paid $10 an hour. I can barely even afford to get to work.
While I’m there, the designer talks down to me and the other members of staff constantly. Actually, the way she spoke to anyone was shocking. I wanted to grab her, shake the crap out of her and say ‘Honey, you ain’t no Karl Lagerfeld. Dial the ego down about 10 notches.’ She was rude, obnoxious and completely up her own ass.
She eventually asked me why she hadn’t had any press coverage yet. ‘Well perhaps if I wasn’t your personal UPS service, I might actually be able to do my job,’ I said. I struggled on for the next few weeks, but the new collection had just come out and who better to ship it out to the stores than the person who’s meant to be doing PR? The designer went to trade shows in LA and New York – a perfect opportunity for me to do some PR and network with journalists – but she never invited me.
She got me to ship things to a PR agency in New York. A few days later she told me she was letting me go because that agency would be doing her PR from now on. She had made me send clothing samples to the people who were taking my job. I wasn’t mad. I was relieved actually. Though I did wonder how much a New York agency would be charging to do her PR when she was supposedly struggling to pay me $10 an hour.
She gave me two weeks notice and said I could work those two weeks or not. I opted to focus on finding a new job and didn’t go into the office. At the end of those two weeks, I called her for my pay cheque, she said she didn’t owe me anything. This, of course, was nonsense. She owed me for the two weeks notice. Going back and forth with emails was futile. I went to a workers rights group who calculated that she owed me over $700. Thankfully, they had a legal team who dealt with her on my behalf for no fee.
Meanwhile, I discovered she hadn’t been taking tax or insurance out of my pay so I wasn’t entitled to job seeker’s allowance. I was flat broke. I had to borrow $600 from a friend to pay my rent.
After much back and forth, I settled with the designer for less than I should have and by the time all the back tax was taken out, I think I actually only got $127.
I got my $127 a week before I had to leave to Toronto and move to Nova Scotia as I couldn’t find any work. In short, my dealings with that woman changed my whole life at the time quite dramatically.
Cut to a couple of weeks ago and I get an email from someone who is now doing the PR for this designer. They inform me that she is apparently in a competition being held by a major Canadian fashion magazine and they’d love for me to feature her on my blog. I laughed. A lot. Then I sent the following email:
Dear ——
I used to work with —– —— so am well aware of her and her work. I have no interest in either and will not be featuring her on my blog. I’m sure if you ask Ms —– about me, she would rather I didn’t feature her either.
Word to the wise, you might want to make sure you get paid before you do any more promotion for her.
Regards,
Bangs
Karma, my friends, is a bitch. Be careful how you treat people when they’re on the come up because some things, will almost certainly, come to bite you in the ass.
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Giveaway Time!
Monday, July 12th, 2010
You know I love you, right? I do, I love you long time. And what better way for me to show that love than with a giveaway? (Well, aside from all those virtual booty gropes I give you all day long).
So, to celebrate the fabulousness of you and show you how much I appreciate your continued support of my bloggery, the lovely people at Paul Mitchell have given me some stuff to give you sexy people.
I have 3 sets of the following to give away:
- 500ml I ? Awapuhl Shampoo and Conditioner
- Limited Edition Freeze and Shine Spray
- Limited Edition Fast Drying Sculpting Spray
- I ? Paul Mitchell shopper
Pretty amazeballs, right?
Paul Mitchell are currently celebrating their 30th birthday. To find out more go to www.paul-mitchell1980.co.uk
Three of you lucky devils are in with a chance of getting one of these packs. All you have to do to enter is leave a comment telling me when your hair is at it’s best: it could be a haircut you’ve had or a style you like to wear your hair in. If you leave a comment on my Facebook page, you get entered again. Simples!
Entries close at 5.30pm UK time on Wednesday (July 14th) and I’ll announce the winners on Thursday.
It’s open to everyone, so get commenting!
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To Tattoo or Not to Tattoo: A Debate
Friday, July 9th, 2010
Fellow fabulous blogger, Big Fashionista is for tattoos and I am against. Today, we debate. Check out her blog for her take on it.
There’s been a definite rise in the popularity of tattoos over the past few years. There’s the Suicide Girls (sexy chicks, posing half naked, showing off their bad ass tatts), shows like Miami Ink, LA Ink, London Ink, Peckham Ink (I made up the last one, but let’s face it, it won’t be long). People are pretty quick to show off their tattoos and sit you down for lengthly discussions about their meanings. I don’t necessarily object to tattoos per say, I just object to bad ones.
Little known Bangs fact: I actually have a tattoo. Yeah, that’s right. Check this bad boy out:
Yeah, you didn’t think I was that bad ass did you? (Excuse the attire – I was rushing out the door to boxing class, which in itself, proves that I am in fact, pretty bad ass).
I got that when I was 17. It means ‘love’ in Japanese. It is the corniest of corny tattoos. I agonised over what to get for months. Talked it through with my parents (who are obviously very liberal). I initially wanted to go with a sign of where I’m from, so was going to have half a shamrock and half a maple leaf (Ireland and Canada) – oh the horror. As I’d always been fairly obsessed with Japanese culture, I somehow settled on this.
Now, 12 years on, do I hate it? No. But I am super glad I have it in a place that is covered most of the time. If I ever get pregnant, it’ll just be a bunch of nonsensical random lines on my stomach. I don’t particularly want to go through the pain or expense of getting it removed, so it remains, as a sign of my youth. I made great decisions as a youngster – I didn’t drink, do drugs, have underage sex – but the tattoo? My one error in judgement.
As errors in judgement go, at least I had the sense to keep mine small and discreet. Other people clearly don’t think their body art through. Don’t get me wrong, I have friends who are tatted to the rafters and I think they look great. It’s part of who they are, they have put a lot of thought into what they get, it’s who they are and it’s a lifestyle choice. But then there are the women who get them on their upper arms, which is awful. I don’t care what you have there, you look like you’re ready to fight at all times. It gives off a horrible impression. Most times it tends to be something terribly tacky like a heart (bitch please!), a devil, their star sign – yawn, yawn, yawn. Come on! Or a tramp stamp, which it synonymous with tackiness.
Worse is someone’s name. If you have someone’s name tatted on you, you’re an idiot. A partner’s? That’ll look great when you break up. Your kids? Why? You can’t remember their names? If you want something to show how much they mean to you, walk on hot coals and take a picture. Your own name? Why in the frik would you get your own name tattooed on yourself? That is the height of douchebaggery.
Overall, there are very few people who can pull off tattoos. I say, if you’re gonna do it, go big or go home. None of this devil on your shoulder crap. I’ve never seen an old person look good with tatts and that’s what I always think when I see these young chicks tatted up – what happens when you have to wear a ball gown to a formal event and you have ‘Mike’s 4Eva’ inked across your shoulder blades. Hmm, classy. Think it through!
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Tags: stupid decisions, tattoos
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The Bitch Please Advice Column
Thursday, June 17th, 2010
Dear Bangs,
I’ve noticed you’re pretty opinionated when it comes to your taste in fashion so was wondering if I could pick your brains about something.
I have a friend, whom I love and hang out with a lot – the only problem is, I hate the way she dresses. She’s a lovely girl, but the way she dresses is doing nothing for her. Is there a way I can mention this to her without hurting her feelings? I think she could be doing a lot more with her look.
Sincerely,
Stylish Friend
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Dear Stylish Friend,
You’re probably going to be a bit surprised by my answer here, but in short, you should keep your mouth shut.
Just because you don’t like what she’s wearing doesn’t mean she should run out and buy a new wardrobe. News flash: it’s not all about you, honey. I have some friends who I think have terrible taste, but you know what, they like what they wear and they wear it with confidence, so it’s really not my place to get all Tim Gunn on them every time they’re about to leave the house in something I deem inappropriate.
Now, if she’s wearing things that genuinely don’t suit her in terms of colour and body shape, yes, there are subtle ways you can address this. Go shopping with her and if you are up on what types of styles suit certain shapes, pick out things for her to try on. I’m not exactly the type of person who beats around the bush and am lucky that I have friends that I can flat out say ‘that looks awful!’ to and they won’t cry themselves to sleep over it. For the most part, women are grossly oversensitive and anything that is seen as an attack on appearance is usually written off as jealousy and that you’re trying to knock her down (off what, it’s never really clear). It’s bollocks, but if you’re friend is the ultra-sensitive type, be prepared to walk on egg shells.
However, if she merely has different taste to you and you’re not feeling it, suck it up. Look on the bright side – you’ll never engage in that hideous girly ritual of borrowing each others clothes. I know people who own Uggs for Christ’s sake – I’ll stop short of calling them friends because, you know, Uggs test even my limits, but hey, I’ll hang out with them and bite my tongue while I attempt to respect the fact that they made a horrible choice in footwear.
You, my friend, must do the same.
Smooches,
Bangs
Tags: advice, bitch please
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Maxed Out
Thursday, June 3rd, 2010
I can keep quiet no longer. Everyone’s out shopping for summer clothes. I see you weighed down by bags, hear you talking about your purchases – I know you’re all out there doing it. But there’s one thing that everyone’s buying and I hate it. Motherbitchin’ maxi dresses. That’s right, I hate maxi dresses and I don’t care who knows it!
Why ladies? Why for the love of all things loose and flouncy, do you feel the need to dress like you’re a hippy with child? I do not see the attraction. It’s no secret that I’m not an advocate of this ridiculous wave of ‘lazy fashion’ that everyone is so caught up in and now the maxi dress’s resurgence is just taking the whole notion of laziness and dialling it up a few notches.
‘But they hide everything!’ they say. And that, right there, is why I can’t stand them. It hides everything? That’s why you want to wear it? Ladies, we have a figure – a delightfully shaped figure, I might add – that deserves to be shown off. Sure, there are plenty of ladies who aren’t overly thrilled with their particular shape, but making yourself appear as if you don’t have one at all, is not the answer. If you want to look good in clothes, learn how to dress your shape. And yes, that requires EFFORT. A maxi dress is the lazy bitch answer to everything.
And can we for a moment please consider the opposite sex? Oh right, God forbid we make out as though we dress for men *eye roll*, but it’d be nice if we gave the fellas a bit of eye candy every now and then. Allow them to admire the female form. A guy doesn’t want to go on a military mission to find your ass. It’s not a crime to let a bit of fabric cling to it! (Well, that doesn’t apply for everyone, but I’ll leave that alone).
‘They cover a multitude of sins!’ they shout. Yeah, listen lazy bones, how about you actually work on your multitude of sins rather than covering them up all the time – you’ll find that after a while, you won’t have to walk around in a glorified potato sack. I’ve already heard a few girls say ‘I won’t have to shave my legs’ – I cannot hide my disgust. You’ve got your priorities all wrong!
Maxi dresses do not look good on anybody. No, you are not the exception to the rule. Especially if you’re under 5’8″, I don’t know where you think you’re going in a maxi dress. Another problem is they’re so long, you can’t see what shoes people are wearing. I’m assuming, since you’re lazy enough to wear a maxi dress in the first place, your footwear of choice is flip flops, crocs or Uggs. (Oh, I’m prepared for the backlash – I ain’t scared of you mofos!)
Look, I don’t expect people to be in three piece suits all the time, I just think you should put a little thought and effort into your casual wear too. A maxi dress to the beach is fine, but a maxi dress out to dinner? *shudders at the thought* HELL TO THE NO!
Tags: lazy fashion, maxi dresses
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Facing Myself
Thursday, May 27th, 2010
I was the ugly, funny kid at school. No one of the opposite sex even remotely looked my way, unless it was to tell me what a disaster my face was. But they sure did laugh at my jokes. In a way, being the ugly kid worked out – I didn’t have the distraction of boys (unless you count all those unrequited crushes I had), I was still popular enough (on account of my humour) and I knuckled down on my school work. But being called ugly so much throughout my teens hurt me more than I ever let on.
I hated the way I looked. So much so, there came a time where I couldn’t even look in a mirror. I had a friend (probably more of a frenemy really), who was the pretty, popular girl. She only hung out with me ’cause it made her look prettier. There were always these back handed comments, designed to keep me in my lesser place and make sure I never forgot who was the ugly one in this friendship. One day, she was talking about modelling (she was pretty convinced at the time that agents would be knocking her door down). We sat in a big group as she harped on about who the good models are. ‘You should try modelling,’ she said to me. I perked up, hardly believing what I was hearing. ‘Really?!’ I said. ‘Yeah, they’re looking for weird looking people these days.’ It cut like a knife, I tell ya. The fact that I can still remember that moment, nearly 15 years on, makes me laugh.
When I was 16, I went to Sixth Form College and I remember exactly where I was the first time my new friend, Becci, told me I was pretty. It was the first time anyone outside my family had said that to me. And she didn’t appear to be being sarcastic. I was blown away. Slowly but surely, as I was in this new environment and meeting different people, I began to get comfortable with myself. I could look in mirrors. People would compliment me and I was even asked out on dates.
Before long, I actually rather liked the way I looked. I made peace with my freckles and my big nose. I accepted the fact that I didn’t have big, pillowy lips and my eyes were kinda weird.
A few weeks ago, after seeing the photoshoot I did with Anthony Farrimond, photographer Mark Howe got in touch with me saying he’d like to do a shoot with me. Tell my 15 year old self that would ever happen to me and she would have laughed in your face.
The photograph above is one of the shots he took of me. Right after he took it he said ‘I hope you don’t mind me saying, but what I like about you is that you’re eccentric looking.’ I knew exactly what he meant. When he sent that finished shot through to me, I looked at it and said ‘that’s beautiful.’ And not because it’s me in the picture. It’s so much more than that to me. It’s a symbol of how far I’ve come, to be comfortable enough to have someone look at me through a camera lens, take my picture and admire it. There was a time when I thought I’d never like the way I look. Now, I love it.
This post is for every girl who’s ever felt like an ugly duckling. I can relate. I was a duckling myself. But it gets better. One day, you just have to let yourself be the swan.
Tags: anthony farrimond, mark howe, photographers, photos, teenage angst
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Battle of the Sexes: The Magazine Edition
Monday, May 24th, 2010
When I go to the gym for my pilates class, I often grab a couple of the free magazines they have sitting around and pretend to read them to disguise the fact that I’m actually perving on the hot muscle men in the lounge. Last week I picked up a women’s mag and a men’s mag. I didn’t realise until I got home. I’ve read men’s magazines before of course, but never while simultaneously skimming through a women’s mag. It’s only then that you truly realise how the other half live. The men’s one may as well have come with a free penis and a sense of direction and the women’s with a whiny bitch and free make up.
So I browse through the women’s one and here’s what I see: a ‘wish list’ type double page spread informing me of things I should want, which really covered all the bases, from deck chairs to cupcakes. Make up advert. Little bit of news about quirky thing happening in other parts of the world. Make up advert. An article telling me how to model my holiday on the Sex and the City 2 movie (I needed more eyes to give my intense eye roll more impact). Make up advert. A crazy spread on how to mix and match clothes which I’m sure has only led to more mismatched outfits. How to wear the right eye shadow for my eye colour (I was struggling to stay awake at this point). An article on how to start your own business (by God, apparently, women have brains and can like, actually do that). An article on curing blindness (my my, we’re really stepping it up a notch). An advert for Nurofen (which was fitting, ’cause I was considering overdosing on that). And of course, no women’s magazine is complete without a recipe.
Then I turned my attention to the men’s mag.
Within the first two pages, there was money and cars. A short piece about some computer game where you get to blow shit up (complete with picture of an army looking dude with a machine gun and a blast going off behind him). An article about the world’s greenest mobile home (legitimately very interesting). An opportunity to win an Apple iPad (err, no fair – what? ‘Cause I’ve got breasts you think I wouldn’t want an iPad? Bitch please!). Advert for mobile phone. An article about some sexy new type of plane. A technology section (‘Cause you know, only fellas know how to work those computer and mobile phone thingies). An ad for razors. An article about the hunt for a mafia member in Sicily (erm, hello?! I’m officially switching to this mag). DVD reviews. Poker tips. A crossword (a goddamn crossword?!). Ad for mobile phones. A whole section of ‘instructions for men’ including how to tie a bow tie, how to not feel bloated after a working lunch and how to untie yourself from a chair when held hostage (seriously!). More chances to win more ridiculously cool stuff.
So basically, men’s and women’s mags are both guilty of reinforcing ridiculous stereotypes about the sexes. But the men’s mag is gonna teach me how to play better poker (or you know, just to play poker), win a bunch of cool stuff and give me instructions on how to get out of a hostage situation? Yeah, that gets my vote.
Tags: magazines, stereotypes
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