Liz Langley

Bertie: "It's a small world, Jeeves." Jeeves: "Yes, Sir." Bertie: "I don't know when I've seen a smaller." Jeeves in the Morning by PG Wodehouse As I looked at the photos of a beautiful woman having crystals daintily placed on her bikini area I thought “Wait…I know her…” The story (click for the pics) was "I got Vajazzled (and had a camera crew)" on The Luxury Spot . When I went to Fairvilla this evening and they hadn’t heard of it before I figured it had to be the cutting edge of cool: I never have one on the people at Fairvilla. Vajazzling is the Swarovski crystal jewelling of one’s vagina - well, technically of one’s mons. It’s a bit like body jewels but far more posh and far more intimate. I’d seen Jennifer Love Hewitt talked about it and then, low and behold, there was someone I knew having it done on The Luxury Spot. It wasn’t the cooch that gave it away, but the name: Bryce.

       Of all the swag associated with vampires, including stick-on fangs, the weirdest has got to be the Edward Cullen man pillow. The “mannlow,” which was available on Etsy – it’s now sold out – is pretty much a stuffed chalk-outline with a Peter Max-ish black and white rendering of Rob Pattinson’s face on it.  First thought: If you could elongated anything about a fantasy male, why would it be his neck?        Once that quandary is cleared away it’s impossible (at least for me) not to compare the low-tech - or no-tech - nature of this item it to the Roxxxy TrueCompanion  the newest advance ‘sex robot.’ Retailing at $7,000-9,000 Roxxxy is customized, anatomically correct, has interchangeable personalities, (S&M Susan, Mature Martha and a host of others), sleeps, likes what you like, is connected to wireless internet for software updates and responds to being touched.        Does the fact that an asexual boy-toy armrest sold out while men are buying a sex doll that’s arguably

Came across this little gem in my web travels last week, "I'm glad I'm a boy! I'm glad I'm a girl!" by Whitney Darrow, a children's book that explains gender roles with comparisons like "Boys are doctors. Girls are nurses," and "Boys can eat. Girls can cook."As of this writing there is one going for as high as $340.76 on Amazon. Kind of surprising that this was published in in 1970; I thought I grew up in a more enlightened era than this. It was, after all, the year that also debuted spunky single serial-dating career girl Mary Richards in "The Mary Tyler Moore Show," the publication of Kate Millet's influential feminist work "Sexual Politics," and the all-girl rock stars Josie and the Pussycats. Come to think of it, it was also a year when Dean Martin's entrouage of women was called "The Golddiggers" (guess what I wanted to be when I grew up). So we did get more self-determined in some ways and st

So, so, so excited! I've posted items from Details Magazine many times on this blog - I've long been a fan of the magazine for it's fresh content and witty writing and I'm proud to have done a piece for them for the online addition:  5 Rules from the Polyamorous for not Screwing Up Valentines Day . I talked to so many people for this story and enjoyed their conversation so much, so thanks everyone! Post it, repost it, but mostly enjoy it! Cheers!

         Someone once said that “Writing about music is like dancing about architecture.” If that’s true Richard Torres could do a samba about the Guggenheim that would make “Dancing with the Stars” look like aqua-robics at the rest  home. Music is tough to capture in words but Rich does it with such finesse that I asked him to offer some recommendations for your Valentines Day and lucky us, he agreed.        Richard has written about the arts for T he Village Voice, New York Times, The New Yorker and Newsday and is the author of the urban detective novel   Freddie's Dead .  His blog Rich Thoughts   has more musical musings (including the one below) but for now – for you - his Valentine’s Soundtrack. FEBRUARY 4, 2010  A Valentine's Day Soundtrack      My friend Liz Langley – a terrific writer - posed an intriguing question to me the other night: if I had to pick three albums – a “ sexy ,” “ romantic ” and “ goofy ” one – for a Valentine’s Day soundtrack, which would I se

Talk-Life-A-Pirate-Day notwithstanding, only a few holidays really have fans, mostly Christmas and Halloween. People don’t put light-up turkeys on their lawn for Thanksgiving or obsess over their July 4 outfit. And if you see any adults dressing up as Cupid in the next two weeks, please, please send me a picture before you contact the police. Valentines Day is not universally loved: if you’re a romantic person it’s fun, but you don’t need a holiday to break out the lingerie. If you’re not a romantic it blows by you like Groundhog Day did. If you’re a cynic you start your eye-rolling campaign just about now, when the commercials start pushing red electronics as expressions of commitment (but they’re red! Get it?) It seems to me that the VDay zeitgeist has mellowed into a more all-inclusive celebration of love in general – for your partner, your pals, your pets and anyone else that will put up with you. It’s a more MOR vibe that invites everyone to the party.