Randy Radar: The Pocket Slutometer
Notches on the bedpost are soooooo last century, ladies. Apparently the new log for your love (okay, lust) conquests is the Pocket Slutometer. This British gag (seriously, gag) gadget emits a congratulatory siren and cheers as you rack up hook-ups, although aspiring Jenna Jamesons should be aware that the counter is limited to the triple digits. As a single gal with a sense of humor, I can mildly appreciate the frat boy hijinks behind the Slutometer, a bachelorette party-ready novelty that might be amusing for a girls’ night out on the town before winding up in the trash.
But calling the female booty barometer a Slutometer while guys get the Studometer? That deserves a bleep, not a beep.
Enough about lascivious toys. If you’ve got a stack of ribbon-trimmed wedding invites piled on your counter, this week’s feature, Your Best Friend’s Wedding: Say ‘I Do’ To These Chic Frocks, will be a godsend – because the only thing worse than having to wear a lime green lace bridesmaid gown is being the clueless guest who showed up to the black-tie reception in an off-the-rack sundress.
-Erin Donnelly, Your Looks Editor