To quote Jessica Simpson, "With nothing but a t-shirt on, I NEVER FELT SO BEAUTIFUL!"

Chains and the dog days of summer just don’t go together. Yet, you need to make an entrance at that next Hogs Gone Wild sit-down with the Flying Fists of Love Motorcycle Club. What to do, what to do!

Never fear, Nightcharmer. We rang up our favorite Fashion Dictator, Kaye Thompson from Funny Face, and she gave it to us straight:

"Ditch the pants!" came the imperious growl on the other end of our phone line to Hell. "Flash the gash! Be cool and you’ll rule in one of those new T’s from Glen Hanson that everyone is screaming about down here."

What great advice! We know a lot of you horn-dogs went wild when we ran our profile on illustrator Glen Hanson last May. A lot of you kept dreaming about how you could get one of his homo-hot ‘toon guys on your back. Or your front. Or over your face. (more…)

I’ve written in previous entries about the hideousness of contemporary fashions for women. The frumpy, dangling or bunched designs are misogynistic, spearheaded by a motto that goes: "Let’s make women look as unattractive as possible and see if they’ll still continue to purchase this shit." It’s a plot line plucked from an Ayn Rand novel: you know, the ugly marketed as beautiful, the mediocre as extraordinary. (more…)

Condi’s Rice’s hair has long been a source of — wonder and comment would be the kind way to put it - interest for much of the Western World. A tensely straightened, lifeless pelt sitting like an ill-fitting hat on her head, Dr. Rice’s hair must be the one sore point in her otherwise no-accountability, free-ride career. (more…)