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Hell to the yeah! My all-grrrl feminist super-group is having a sick house party at Royal Pink HQ with our buds Kissy Kamikaze this weekend. Miss it at your own peril!

I was intrigued by the CNN.COM headline this afternoon that read "Judge allegedly napped, made bailiff rub her feet."

But when I read on for details of the misconduct allegedly perpetrated by Las Vegas judge Elizabeth Halverson, I kinda started to think she was, well, if not awesome, definitely hilarious. Among the complaints beng leveed against her are accusations that she made her bailiff "put her shoes on her feet, massage her back, cover her with a blanket for naps and make sure her oxygen tank was filled. He says she [also] asked him, 'Do you want to worship me from near or afar?'"

Ha! Funny right? But that doesn't even come close to my favorite part of the complaint, the part in which "she allegedly had her husband sworn in so that she could ask him under oath whether he had completed chores at home."

C'mon, you know if YOU were a judge you would sooooooo wanna pull all kinds of shit like that. The difference is, Elizabeth Halverson not only IS a judge, but she actually has the ovaries to DO shit like that! It's up to you Vegas. Keep the hilarity and hijinx rolling by supporting her bid for re-election! 

Spring has sprung and May is Bike Month! I heard the sun was coming out tomorrow and Dirty Finger and DJ Stacher (the DJs that rocked your faces off at the Spring Fling) will be droppin the beats. 

The City Reliquary Presents: The 4th Annual Bicycle Fetish Day

Saturday, May 10, 2008 12:00 noon – 6:00 PM
Havemeyer St. between Grand St. & Metropolitan Ave
Afterparty 8pm –latepm at the City Reliquary: 370 Metropolitan Avenue.
FREE!

A Street fair for your bicycle! Show off your ride and revel in the beauty of all types, styles, and genres of specialized, customized, and personalized bicycles. CONTESTS throughout the day: Best in Show, Best Vintage, Best Hand-made, Best Chopper, Best Small Wheel (includes foldable bikes), Wheelies, BMX tricks, Track bike tricks, Heaviest Bike, Ugliest Bike, and more. Games, Rides, Bike Beautification Station, Merch tables and more!

Live performances by the Rude Mechanical Orchestra, NYC’s finest street-art-protest-radical-marching-band-and-dance-troupe! DJs Stacher and Dirtyfinger from Black Label Bicycle Club laying down the tracks and inducing a dance riot! Burgers & dogs, both carnivorous & herbivorous for sale! Cheap beer to be enjoyed in the beautiful City Reliquary backyard / veranda! Peruse arts and crafts at local organizational tables. Come and enjoy the springtime and bring yer bike!

Free Afterparty to be held at the City Reliquary, 370 Metropolitan Avenue at Havemeyer, 8-late. Tunes provided by DJs Stacher and DirtyFinger.

Contact:
The City Reliquary Museum,
messages@cityreliquary.org
www.cityreliquary.org,
718. R.U.CIVIC (718.782.4842)
Getting there:
Ride Yer Bike! or
L train to Lorimer St.; G train to Metropolitan Ave.; J, M, Z train to Marcy Ave. 

 Check out more crazy bike picks here! And oh and ah over this "Flower Pedal" wallpaper from Flavor League, they also make some steller scented wallpaper too!

Blog or Website: http://explodingspiders.blogspot.com

Age: 19

Location: Bronx, NY

What you're wearing:  I'm wearing a cardigan I got as a hand me down from my mom, my favorite belt from goodwill, an H&M dress, H&M knee-highs, and suede wedges from my local Nine West outlet shop.

What you're currently obsessed with: Blazers from the little boys section, especially ones with brass buttons or school logos.

Item you're craving: A high waisted leather skirt and the perfect white dress for summer

What inspires your style: Fashion blogs and magazines, but I especially love taking inspiration from my favorite movies and dressing the part of how I imagine specific characters would in real life.

Your fave shop: I love Goodwill! It takes time and effort but you find the greatest gems tucked in between those ugly polyester suits and taffeta bridesmaid dresses.

Wanna be the next style maven featured here? Email your best full outfit shots, Name, and answers to the above questions to taram@bust.com

So remember the blog post heard 'round the world a while ago that sent a swarm of commentors into a tizzy over a woman's right/obligation/choice to shave or not to shave her nether regions? well, in that same vein, this is the first of an on-going blogroll of updates to keep you, the readers, informed as I take the plunge and have baby bush de-fuzzed for good via laser hair removal. while i respect every gals decision on the matter (because i personally believe you should wear your hair just as you please), I was blessed cursed with very sensitive skin, and while i've tried precisely every product on the market removed bikini line hair, from depilitories to razors to waxing, my body's natural reaction is to break out in disgusting rashes and bumps, which outside of being no prettier than puke, it really hurts me. And let's just face it, while I made the personal decision to keep most of the hair there, i'm never gonna need those pesky fuckers that overstep the bikini line and billow out the side of your bathing suit. So those babies are going bye-bye for ever in hopes that I can rid myself of that nasty irratation once and for all.

Though I was hesitant at first, I did as much research as I could to assure myself that I couldn't get burned or discolored and there was no chance of general debauchery...i proceeded forth. A lady of convenience, I jumped at the chance to contact Michele of Hair It Goes!--the only premiere door-to-door in-home luxury laser hair removal service. She brings the goods right to you..how fab is that?! She assured me that she lasered all her body hair 10 years ago and she's still as bare as the day she was born. (I attest to that fact, I saw it first-hand, err, on her legs that is). 

For those considering it and wondering the pain level. (No pain, no gain, right?). I assure you, it's not pain free. Though in comparing it to waxing, it's a breeze. I can't really describe the exact sensation, but I liken it to plucking. Instead of a giant excrutiating rip of a wax-laden strip, it's a short little jolt (<--best word to describe it), applied with what I can only describe as a vacuum hose, that lasts 2 seconds and it's over. But when I say jolt, it's enough to make you jump a little. But like I said, very brief. And she zapped me just 2 times on each side with a voltage level appropriate for my hair type (you guessed it! Italian! dark and thick and obnoxious). You know it works because the little hairs there, which were stubble at the time, got singed. No gross burny hair smell though. So fuzzy-wuzzy wasn't fuzzy anymore was he? And though she told me that it would take at least 4 treatments to start to see results, I can already tell a little difference. I detect a few small patches where the hairs seem like they're not popping above the surface of my skin. Yay! And nooooo disgusting rashes or breakouts! Hallelujah!

Keep posted for updates after my next treatments!

And for more information about laser hair removal and Hair It Goes! visit www.hairitgoes.com