Theme of the Week: Conquering Miserable, Assy Winter


Now let’s be clear: For years, our skin-cleansing routine consisted of (1) wetting face under shower and (2) drying face with paper towel. We just did not believe in complicated skin-cleansing routines. But then we had a $50 credit at Sephora, which we didn’t want to fritter away on lip glosses (we’d lose) and de-frizzing hair treatments (we’d inevitably find insufficient for our prosumer-level frizz). We wanted something substantial. Something with a heft to it. Something that … came in a well-designed (Kiehl’s-ish) cardboard box.

True story: A man we’d once kneed in the balls — he was a touchy sort — recently said to us, “Did you get Botox? Because that thing between your eyes is gone.” We wanted to knee him in the balls again, but he was sincere. And those awful, awful lines between our eyes — the product of parental negligence re: expeditious eyeglasses purchasing — is not quite gone, but better. And all this at a time of year when our face is usually the texture of asphalt.

The Jump Starters kit from Philosophy is $48 and includes a cleanser, moisturizer, eye \ lip cream, and some sort of very medicinal but apparently effective powder-y thing.

Commercial break: Dentyne Fire


Now, we’re not prudes here at Bunnyshop. A little boobage isn’t going to scare us off the Super Bowl. The Paris Hilton-Mr. Slave whore-off was the funniest thing we’ve ever seen on television. And we’d jump into Terrell Owens’ arms any day of the week. But the new commercial for Dentyne Fire gum is enough to make us sign away any and all of our personal liberties. Scene: Teenage girl brings the BF home for meatloaf and inspirational parenty talk. TG pops some gum — naughty gum! TG mounts BF in front of parents. TG throws cardigan in Dad’s face. We’d discuss the part where Mom, similarly gum-infused, mounts Dad, but we’re too busy ralphing.

The problem, Dentyne, is you’re giving narrow-minded people ammunition, and for what? For Mommy-sex gum. Barf.