There is something that you all should know about me: I am a child of the 80s. Therefore… I love neon. I love legwarmers. (I also love 80s-style film montages set to horrendous/wonderful 80s tu...
I have been nursing a broken arm lately, and just because one has a broken arm, it does not mean that one has lost all man-shopping mojo. It may seem difficult to believe, but I would like to argue t...
When my brazilian friends learned about my blog, they all immediately insisted that I write up the brazilian motel as a man-shopping topic about which my readers should be informed. At first I was co...
I know how you all love it when I get drunk at a club. So this time, I’ve a special treat for you! I got drunk at a club again… But this time, the club was in Brazil. On an … Continue rea...
I spent New Year’s Eve in Angra with friends and neighbors, and I can safely say that it was the best New Year’s Eve bash to which I’ve had the privilege of being invited. Instead o...
Like my friend, Ryan, my favorite food genre is the sandwich. To me, a deli is a sacred place. It is a place where a multitude of glorious ingredients come together to form a wondrous harmonious co...
There are many reasons why pulling at the gym is a risky and ill-advised endeavor. Included among these reasons is the fact that it’s an environment in which everyone is presumably wearing ath...
“I’m a woman, Mary. I can be as contrary as I choose.” ~ Dowager Countess of Grantham, played by the illustrious Maggie Smith I actually don’t believe in dealbreakers. This ...
Ah…. Halloween. Up there with Thanksgiving and the Fourth of July, in my mind, it vies for the top dog spot as THE quintessential American holiday. NOBODY does Halloween like America. I challenge yo...
I recently wrote a little something for this month’s theme of sex and religion at Metanotherfrog, and since I haven’t been in and out of town lately, I have been lax in talking them up ov...
Part of being an adult is having adult problems and solving them with adult solutions. In other words, I am here to write about… … alcohol. I posit that alcohol is a key component to any man-shoppin...
Long-time readers and twitter friends are well-acquainted with my obsession with man-buttocks (for example, see Mr. Beautiful Bottom). So it was only a matter of time before I passed judgment on the...
I know, I know, “douche” is technically a french word. I’ll not delve into the origins of the word, nor will I contest its anglophone “urban” connotation. Long-time re...
For those of you who haven’t heard, the eastern coast of the U.S. was recently bombarded by Hurricane Irene. The reason I bring this up is because the torrential rains have forced us to break ...
It’s taken a while to settle into my non-expatriate life, and blogging hasn’t been on my list of priorities lately. And, quite frankly, I’ve had a hard time finding my blogging mojo...
“Paris is most beautiful when one is about to leave it.” ~ 1945, Robert Brasillach, executed French Nazi collaborator Yup. that’s right. Consider this my official internet announce...
The other night I patronized one of the kebab places in my neighborhood. Two things happened: (1) I ordered a sandwich with samurai sauce (Yes, that’s right. SAMURAI SAUCE.), and (2) a parisia...
Even after all this time, the most popular post on my blog is still Mr. Asian Fetish. Apparently, and perhaps for good reason, this is a hot button topic on the interwebs. Frankly, I have been relu...
The other night I caught a glimpse of some of the most entertaining dance moves I’ve seen in a long time. Now, keeping in mind that my own dancing skills are questionable at best, the fact tha...
Pet names can sometimes be a touchy topic, as the value, efficacy and general feelgoodiness of any pet name is purely subjective and based entirely on the arbitrary criteria of the individual being p...
Sometimes, when I’ve had a few drinks in me, I will agree to do some questionable things, some of which can be perfectly reasonable, some of which can be somewhat silly. At the time, I thought...
France has always had a reputation for being somewhat more overt in the kind of sexuality that it allows to be portrayed in its advertising, media and entertainment. One would think that this would ...
Eurovision… A glorious few days of unabashed pageantry, spectacle, melodrama, sequins, confetti, eurotrashiness and national rivalries. It. Is. Magnificent. I will be the first to say that, fo...
More lists! I love lists! And I’ve had too much caffeine to focus on writing coherent sentences! I’ve also had too much caffeine to avoid exclamation points!!! And since caffeine has a...
Right. Time for some positivity about man-shopping in Paris! The last time that I wrote something nice about parisian men was probably my post on their derrieres. This time… … Let’s talk abou...
Julie over at French Toast sent me this link a while back, and I thought that it accurately/ironically illustrates the Parisian idea of a functional relationship. The link takes you to an online gam...
Every first Sunday of the month, museums all over Paris open their doors, free of charge, to the public. And on one such Sunday at the Louvre, I was checking out the decorative arts section when I n...
When I hang out with Wandering Menace, we inevitably get up to no good. But most of the time, we just do silly things for the sake of being silly. But one thing is constant. Ryan loves to make li...
By now, you long-time readers have a pretty good idea about the kind of ass-clownery that seems to pass for the pick-up scene in Paris. If you’re a new reader, you can check out Mssrs. Gym Cas...
The other day I received a lovely big red envelope in my letterbox. There was a picture of chocolates on it. As I was, at the time, at the mercy of certain PMS hormones, I was looking forward to br...
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