Or you could take three deep breaths and try to remember what you had for lunch the day before yesterday.
I'm sick of people telling me that being sexual is bad. I want no part in any feminism that takes "we know what's best for you" as its starting point.
Thanks to Isa Lappalainen, you can now buy underwear emblazoned with the likes of Vladmir Putin, Tyra Banks, and Jesus.
You might have to do some awful job for eight hours a day, you may be forced to put on a stifling, corporatation-mandated uniform while doing it, but goddamn it, no one can stop you from wearing some freaky day-glo leopard jockstrap underneath.
Congratulations, you have convinced some poor fool to come back to your house from a bar/party/awkward OKCupid date and tricked them into thinking it's a good idea to have sex with you. While we all know dick size is really the only thing that matters, fi…
We're in a recession for crying out loud. Times are hard and everybody has to have a hustle, even if that hustle involves urine-soaked dirty drawers. I won't hate if you do it, just don't put a return address on your pee and panties package.
Saudi Arabia's Sharia practices have some pretty strange by-products. One of the most peculiar is the fatwa against women selling bras or lipstick.
I am usually a pretty heteronormative kind of guy, especially when it comes to undergarments. I buy boxers from the dollar store in packages of six and refuse to purchase additional pairs.
Photos by Tom Beard, Styling by Aldene Johnson
Photos by Ben Ritter, Styling by Annette Lamothe-Ramos
I'm half French, half Sinhalese, and when I look at contemporary fashion shoots I can't relate at all.
Photos by Tony Solis
Styling, hair, and makeup by Roberto Sanchez for Te Amo