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14 Ways To Know You Are A Stoner

Alright lovelies… pack your bowl, let’s shed some light on this subject. (pun intended)

1. You smoke alone.

Of course you have heard this one before. As a good friend of mine once said, “Smoking is really depressing. That’s why we smoke with friends, so at least we’re depressed together.” Smoking is kind of depressing. Blowing smoke out the window of your dorm room will make you feel like a grade-A druggie. It’s okay. It will get better. You will be stoned soon.

2. You know the lingo.

It’s like Starbucks for stoners. But instead of a “Triple Grande Skinny Iced Carmel Macchiato with Soy Milk.” it’s more like “Yo man, I’ll have a G of that BubbleGum Kush.” (If you don’t know what a G is, GTFO. kidding. not really.) See, dealers are mostly guys who like to think that they’re super ghetto. It doesn’t matter if his parents collect French art, his family has a house in Aspen or if his brother went to Yale, if he sells drugs he’s gonna think he’s fucking Tupac Shakur. So, learn the dialect. It’s not that hard. Go on and educate yourself.

3. You know how to smoke.

Maybe you were fortunate to have a stoner buddy there for you who told you exactly what to do, but chances are when you smoked weed for the first time you had no idea what the what fuck you were doing. The best way to smoke is inhale for about 4 or 5 seconds (or as long as you can without passing out) and blow out. If you can, try to ghost inhale, where you exhale the smoke for a moment and inhale again. Do not smoke it like you would a cigarette, by inhaling and blowing out immediately. This is usually what happens when kids say they don’t get high the first time they smoke. The smoke needs to sit in your lungs so the THC can get into your bloodstream.

4.  You don’t cough – ever.

Don’t a be pussy.

5. You smoke everyday.

It really doesn’t matter what day of the week. This is one of the factors that distinguishes stoners from your average College Joe.  For College Joe, smoking is reserved for the weekends, along with other recreational activities: drinking, dancing*, hooking up. Drinking makes sense to reserve of the weekends. It’s exhausting and sometimes after too much shotgunning you end up throwing up into an empty PBR box at the end of the night. Or you’ll spend the next morning hugging a toilet with only your friend’s cat as your sole companion. Maybe you’ll end up tied in sheets on a floor emptier than your heart. But weed will never to that to you. It’s kind to your liver… and your heart. It won’t get you sick and you don’t usually end up hooking up with randoms. And if you do, they’re usually cuter. Weed goggles are to Steve Jobs as beer goggles are to Bill Gates. Who would you rather fuck? Weed helps you unwind at the end of a good day. Weed is good for everyday of week. You’ve got Superblunt Sundays, Mary-Jane Mondays, Toasted Tuesdays, Wine and Weed Wednesdays**, Twisted Thursdays, Fried Fridays, and your good ole classic Stoned Saturdays. As long as you get work done and wake up in time for that 9am class, it shouldn’t even interfere with school, lol.

* dry humping on the dancefloor 

**wine optional

6.  You hate waiting for weed.

In college,  it’s usually a quick trip in your penguin pajamas down the elevator to get your weed. But back home, you could be waiting up to three days for your weed, because people think that smoking weed is only for the weekends, as described above, hah. Mortals. Now, if you’re not a stoner, this shouldn’t bother you, but this will annoy the shit out of you if you are a stoner. If you had your way,  you would crawl three and half miles to your friends house to the freeway to pick up the green. You really don’t care. Is this an indicator of desperate and addictive tendencies? Probably. Do you care? No, no shame. You can’t find dignity at the bottom of a bong.

7. You basically mix it with everything.

If you are a stoner, you are going to feel inclined to have weed on you for every occasion. Going to a rave this weekend and candy flipping. Better bring that green. What about Electric Forest festival? What’s weed untop of three, (possibly four?), other hallucinogens? Oh you’re doing Shrooms this friday? Gotta have that brownie handy. Drinking this weekend? You can’t leave the room unless your sexy underwear is on and you’ve taken at least one grav. Studying for finals? Everyone knows that weed and aderall is the perfect combination. As you have seen on many motivational posters in classrooms and corporate work spaces: Creativity + Work Ethic = Success. And the best thing to mix with weed you ask… some more bud.

8. You own your own piece.

No more apple bongs, carved balsa wood bongs from shop class,  or shitty joints out of Bible paper for you. Now you have your hands around an actual real glass piece. Maybe you have one in the shape of an elephant,  a dragon, or your recently deceased cat. Your first piece is usually a bowl or a bubbler. But if you’re lucky enough to own a bong as your first piece, I envy you. Piece brings power. You have freedom to smoke alone without having to share a dime of precious green. Make sure to Christen your new piece properly. Hold a little ceremony. Baptize it in cold water – preferably in a river and leave it out to soak up the sun. Wave your hands above it and sing a Gregorian chant to exorcise any evil spirits, pack it to the brim, sprinkle a some keef on top and blaze up.

9. You drool over weed porn.

What is weed porn? Well, Bio majors, weed is a predominantly dioecious plant, so technically  Mr. and Mrs. Cannabis get down in that vascular plant way, the Mr. releases his load of pollen from his ample anther which flood into the Mrs.’ engorged pistol in the quest to feritilze her ovule. As much Natural Geographic specials on plant reproduction turn me on…. I’m talking about those photos. You know the photos. The ones on tumblr of the Holy Nugget with fluorescent orange and purple swirls with THC crystals so sticky it could pass as a dank Sour Patch Kid. Weed porn does not always have to be pictures of actual weed.  It could be a picture of a girl in nothing but lacy underwear and a black and white tank that says “Blaze It 420” holding up a fat spoon of Cannabutter that twirls magically back into a bowl. Sometimes, weed porn can be olfactory, one whiff of the sweet leaf can send intense spasms all the way down your body. . (You might even jizz your pants, but only if it’s that good California shit. )

10. You smoke weed before doing anything.

Going downtown? Better blaze up. Going to the A&P? Rip it. Going to pick up your contacts? Take a toke. Going out to a nice dinner with your grandparents? Time to get hazy. I mean, getting high makes everything better! Sleep, sex, music, class, yoga, food, laundry, running into your old high school teacher at Target, asking said teacher how he and his new wife are doing, finding out that the she left him six months ago, offering him condolences with an awkward touch on the shoulder, retracting your arm after he nods uncomfortably, mumbling something about how your uncle met someone great on, and cringing as you speed-walk away to home goods section as quickly as your smoker lungs will allow.

11. Lighters, Everywhere.

Lighters will be spilling out of your ears. All of your jacket pockets, will have at least one lighter in it, if you’re lucky maybe half of them will have some lighter fluid left! Your lighter’s will spill out at the most convenient times: as you  babysit young children,  when your parents ask for their keys back, or in front of the nurse taking your drug test. Most of the lighters won’t be yours, but friend’s lighters that they lent to you that you “forgot” to give back. It’s nice to have an ample supply of lighters, but if you do this too often, expect lighter karma. Yes, lighters will jump out of your pocket the moment you decide to take a deep walk into the woods. Be careful you return the favor.

BONUS POINTS: If you know the curse of the white lighter, you are a most definitely a stoner. Rumor has it,  that Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin and Kurt Cobain all died at age 27, were left-handed, and all died with a white BIC lighter in their pocket. Some smokers believe that if they use a white lighter, bad things can happen.  Like this one time, my friend had a friend whose best friend’s cousin never used a white lighter and the first time they did broke their brand new bong. (e-ghad!) If you believe this myth, you are most definitely a NARP. Honestly, Jim Morrison was the only one to die with a white lighter in their pocket and it was a Zippo. The BIC Lighter didn’t come out until 1973, so the only of one these stars who could have died with a BIC white lighter in their pocket is Kurt Cobain. This is why I purposely peel the casing of my BIC lighters to make them white. I don’t do NARPS.

12.  You like to go out in nature.

Not all stoners are nature freaks before they started smoking. Some maybe went for walks in the woods with their parents as kids, took their dog out to the river to throw some balls, but never were wilderness masters. Weed brings you outside. Mostly because it’s illegal most places and it’s potent enough to piss of your neighbors if you’re not careful. Weed will have you walking into the deep corners of the forest to avoid any hikers, Park Rangers, or ex-highschool teachers that you might encounter. You’ll find yourself… quite literally… immersed in nature. If weed did no other good in the world but get people out in nature, that would be enough. Though not as intense as  mushrooms in promoting nature loving, weed can be a wonderful teaching tool if you let it in.  Warning: you may find yourself staring at the branches of the trees, walking barefoot in the mud, cleansing stones in the river, hugging trees, staring at the sky, petting moss, talking to animals, meditating on rocks, and contemplating the big questions in the universe.

13. You’ve been high in front of your parents.

If you’ve been high in front of your parents, depending on their religious values and political party, it can be almost as terrifying as staring a cop in the face with a bong in your hand. In the words of Douglas Adams, Don’t Panic. You have much to learn young padawan. Make sure you are prepare: eye drops, shower, breath mints, perfume/man-perfume, and an essence of sober. If you don’t have time to do all this, just pray that your parents don’t remember what the 70’s smelled like. If you find yourself as a loss of words, you probably just shouldn’t say anything. If you start telling the story of how your stone ran away from you today in the woods because the universe called her to find a new companion, your parents very well might think you’re stoned.

14. You don’t feel inclined to participate in stoner culture.

You know you are a stoner when you are your own unique stoner. You don’t need to see every episode of Breaking Bad, own a pair of Adventure Time pajamas, have a secret-not-so-secret crush on Seth Rogen, think Dazed and Confused is funny, or encounter a coked up Neil Patrick Harris on zany trips to White Castle at 2am. Yes, you can be your own stoner. You can create your own culture. You don’t need movies, tumblr, or cartoons. You take the best of what you like and create your own style. A stoner is really just someone who smokes a lot. Everything else is really up to you.


a shitty poem about eggs – by emma harris

i remember making eggs for you love

i made them just how you liked them

blackened with pepper

sprinkled with thyme and rosemary

sunny side up with crispy whites and a tender yolk 

so a golden river would drizzle down onto your toast

at the slightest poke of the fork

i buttered the pan with the stick

i’d lick my fingers and stare at you with a grin

the ocean breeze blew through

lifting my white dress slightly above my hips

you’d follow its direction with your warm hands

pressing them firmly against my ass

i would moan into your lips 

well i made them for you today 

but your seat was empty

so i ate them alone

and i forgot to tell you

i hate rosemary

20 Fun Things To Do – Without the Internet

1. Search through all your old CDs and play something on your stereo

If all the music you listen to is either on Spotify, Pandora, or YouTube, because you are too damn lazy to download it off the internet like me, this is a good way to find good music to listen to without using up all your 3G. I promise if you search hard enough through all your old CDs you may find your mother’s salvageable Beatles CD or some old Phish live in Camden CD from 2004 that may surprise you.

2. Find all the drugs.

If you are poor like me, you can’t afford drugs. Raid your brother’s cabinet for his ADD medicine. Look at the recommended dosage on the prescription and take twice that amount. For the illusion that you are having more fun that you are, take the drugs out of the pill, line it up with a debit card, and snort it out of a dollar bill while having your brother take a snap chat of you and send it to all your fellow druggie friends. Don’t have a dollar bill? Just lick it up. It will have the same effect.

3. Get naked.

Not only does being naked have health benefits, such as improving blood flow, increasing brain function, giving your skin a healthy glow, and reducing the risk of infection, but the freedom also feels really fucking good. Taking off your clothes improves blood flow and detoxifies your system, which in turn relaxes you. It can be therapeutic, almost as much as a nice massage, but that’s for later. 😉 Just make sure you lock your door, unless you like your brother barging in and gazing a gawk at your goodies.

4. Find someone to fuck.

Preferably, make it someone hot, like your boyfriend, your ex-boyfriend,  your brother’s fifteen year old friend who got hot over summer break, your eleventh grade english teacher who quit his job to write shitty poetry and lives with his parents, that guy you had a crush on in seventh grade who never grew past five feet tall but is a total stoner now and will totally give you weed if you fuck him, that pizza guy who doesn’t speak any english but you can tell from his unwavering eye contact of his hot-blooded passionate lust for you, your family mail man, your twenty-seven year old neighbor, your old bus driver, or any non-family male member in your phone contacts, unless you’re into that whole incest thing (we all have hot cousins guys). If all the above fails, find people to fuck the pre-craigslist way, drive around town and yell “WHO WANTS TO FUCK ME?!” as loud as you can with the windows down until you find a willing participant. Just make sure to avoid elementary schools, playgrounds, and other places that might get you arrested. If a cop does pull you over however, make sure you take full advantage of that opportunity.

5. Get drunk.

Anything is more fun when your drunk. Every college student knows what this feels like. It is Friday night — alright Thursday night — you have nothing to do. Your college is in the middle of nowheresville and you want alcohol fast. If you are underage, call anyone twenty-one or older, or anyone with hook ups and you should find something pretty fast.  You can also just take the simpler route by wearing a revealing top and a push up bra, go to frat parties and get handed free beers by young men who will drunkenly gaze at your glorious tatas. If you are home for break and your friends don’t have hook ups, don’t fret! Just raid your parent’s pantries for alcohol, they totally won’t notice. Just make sure enough dust has collected on that 2011 bottle of Sangria from Christmas Eve last year, before you take it. If you do take something your parents might drink later, fill the rest up with water/grape juice when you’re done boozing it up (they totally won’t notice!) Know your limits before you drive, you should be somewhere between buzzed and tipsy, passed that, call a friend for a ride or roll around town on that bad ass bike – bicycle, that is.

6. Play with your cats. (and other household animals)

Cats are simple creatures, who honestly just want to cuddle up on your face and plot your eventual demise. Take a laser pointer and be entertained for hours and watch your cat tirelessly chases a tiny red dot. Cats are actually trained assassins, so they are trained to annihilate anything with a red target on it. If you don’t have cats, go outside and throw a ball with your dog. Pretend to throw the ball, but don’t actually throw it. Laugh as he fails to recognize your devious plan, over and over again. Stupid dog. If you don’t have dogs or cats, play with your hamster, chinchilla, floppy eared rabbit, cockatoo, red panda, or fish. Fish love it when you tap on the glass or move your fingers up towards the top of the tank. Make a fishy face and try to communicate with the creature. If you’re really bored, take some of your stolen alcohol and pour into the tank to get them drunk. Fish like to party too!

**Don’t have a pet? No worries! Wrangle a squirrel from outside! They really like acorns, so throw them at your trees to let them your that you are their friend. If this doesn’t work, you can easily find a dead one on the side of road. Wrap it around your shoulders as a fashion accessory, cradle it like a baby, or place it on your neighbor’s doorstep as a friendly offering.**

7.  Call a friend.

Yes, this can be fun. Friends are basically chocolate ice cream for the soul. They make you happy, are great listeners, and are awesome to make out with when you’re drunk! Texting people technically does not involve internet either, but come on calling people is so fun! You get to brag about how much of a 90s kid you are and can even pretend like you actually remember the 90s! It’s best to do this walking around the neighborhood, so that all the passing dog walkers can hear you reveal all the intimate details of your sex life to your best gal pal.

8. Play your old computer games.

Remember the hours of your childhood you spent playing in the fresh outdoors? Me neither! Bust out all of those good oldies you forgot about; Spy Fox, Pajama Sam, Putt-Putt, Jumpstart and all that good shit. If you don’t still own a Gateway computer from 1995 that’s compatible with all these games, find some more recent classics. Continue that Sims 2 game you started in 2008 and play out your teen fantasies. Start a family with that hottie from your freshman lit class! Install a bowling alley in your living room and a hot tub in your den! Murder innocent victims by removing ladders from pools and watch those fuckers drown. You can be whoever you want to be! Lose track of time as you have all the racy teen rated sex with vampires, ghosts, werewolves, and aliens you like, free of undesired consequences and HPV! Fuck yes!

9. Take out all your old DVDs and VHSs.

Yes, those silver disks and black boxes deemed obsolete from Netflix, pirating websites, and torrents. Pop Sixteen Candles in your family’s VCR/DVD player from 2003 and finger yourself to Jake Ryan lusting over a   young girl with a chest even flatter than yours. Or travel Back to 1980s and cringe as Michael J. Fox’s mother tries to get in her son’s pants in a high school parking lot behind a school function. If you feeling extra daring, bring out that boxed set of Titanic, and get your Kate and Leo fix. You night will probably end in tears. Don’t make me say I told you so.

10. Read a book.

Yes, actually reading. Not the skimming-and-giving-up-and-looking-up-the-chapter-summaries-on-spark-notes reading you did for the shitty books in high school. It can be anything. Pick an author and read all their books. Judy Blume, Sarah Dessen, and Jodi Picoult are good places to start. Avoid anything Stephanie Meyer or E.L. James, please, for everyone. Actually if you see any books of with these’s writer’s names on them, burn them, please, for all of us. You will be doing a public service. Read all those Clique books that are sitting on your shelf that you borrowed from your friends in seventh grade and never gave back! Browse the erotic section at Barnes and Noble and buy a novel with a subtle and discreet title, like Sliding For Home, When Beauty Tamed the Beast, or How to Flirt with a Naked Werewolf. If you want save the trip to B&N, you can probably aid your mother’s drawer for these titles as well. If you want to know what the fuck tumblr is talking about all the time, look through all the read something like Harry Potter, John Green, or Hunger Games. Find out things such as why MockingJay has the worst ending you will ever read in any book series ever. (No seriously I still don’t know why, can someone please tell me?!)

11. Take a Bath.

Take a bath, because showers are too mainstream. To make a bath super relaxing and sensual, light a bunch of little candles and place them around the bathtub and litter the floor with rose petals. Oh you don’t have a bunch of little candles and rose petals? (Is something wrong with you?!) Instead, burn only a few medium sized candles, preferably scented something nice, like lavender, vanilla, or blissful blossom on a lily pad after a late afternoon rain shower on spring day in the french countryside smell.    Your nose will thank you. Put some some bubbles in your bubble bath, but be classy. You are a lady now. No more Mr. Bubbles for you. Buy something at a natural foods place that doesn’t test on animals and is organic. If you don’t have bubble bath soap, put some scented bath salts in your bath instead. Please do not sniff them however, your family will thank you when you refrain from eating their faces off. Always scrub with a loofa, not only will it remove dead skin cells from your body and leaving your skin glowing, but it will also feel like equivalent to having someone brush your arm at a concert on 3 grams of molly, yes that fucking orgasmic.

**This is the only time it is appropriate to read an E.L. James book. Imagining some steamy BDSM sex with Christian Grey will make that water that much hotter. Just be careful not to drop your precious paperback masterpiece in the water! We wouldn’t want that would we? Well, actually… **

12. Get stoned.

Of course, I’m talking for all you folks in Colorado and Washington, and those with licenses for it in the 20 states which it can be legalized for medical purposes. All you need is some lighter, a device to smoke with, and some bud. The first two things are easy to acquire, but the ladder is more tricky. For those who wish to find it through means other than a dispensary, which I do not advise, look around for the dude wearing the drug rug and most unkept hair. He will most likely be sexy as hell, but DO NOT SLEEP WITH HIM. Restrain yourself! It will only cause you trouble later down the road when he finds someone hotter than you and stops responding your text messages and you are left alone, out of options, and out of weed. Once you pay the dude and/or dudette, go light up. For all you oldies out there, roll a J, just like your parents. Chill out and listen to some Grateful Dead you goddam hippie stoners. For all those lazy stoners out there, pack a bowl or a bong. A bong rips better than a bowl, remember that the longer the tube is, the closer the smoke will take you to heaven.
Listen to some trippy music, watch good movie, go for a walk in nature, do some high yoga, or get fucked. Enjoy.

13. Hoop Your Heart Out.

This trend is totally catching on among those hippie chicks out there. All you need is a exercise hoop, that you can purchase at any Target or Walmart. If you a broke college student, buy a shitty children’s hoop and fill it with water. Cover the whole hoop with duct tape. Try to make people believe you actually spent money on this thing – disguise it in patterned duct tape or pretty fabric. You can look up how to do cool moves online, but since article is called “Fun Things To Do Without The Internet”, just find a friend that hoops to teach you. A great place to learn is a music festival, especially the more hippie ones, like Electric Forest. The more psychedelics present at the concert, the better. Some great hooping music is Spongle or Bonobo, but you can literally hoop to anything. Be careful that your hoop is not too big or too heavy or it will beat you harder than a steel dildo rainstorm.

14. Bake Anything.

Have you ever wanted to bake a mean creme brûlée or a airy puff pastry?Yeah, me neither. I don’t really give a shit about baking, but some people really do. Search around the house for recipe books and try to find something that interests you. Preferably a book that is easy to follow, like anything with title that ends in “For Kids” or is published by American Girl. Don’t try to bake a soufle on the first day. Try something that you definitely can’t fuck up, like snickerdoodles. From there, graduate to funfetti cupcakes and Pillsbury chocolate cossaints. The best part of baking is decorating. When you ice a cupcake, make sure you give it your a diabetic friend to test. If she can eat it without ending up in the hospital, you know you need to slab more icing on that fucker. Play it safe and use the cookie cutters or live the fast life and freehand it. Sculpt your masterpieces with care and detail. Kill two birds in one stone and study for your anatomy exam as you bake! Your mom will appreciate your sugar cookie shaped like a vuvla. Make sure you put a shit ton of edible glitter on them! Sprinkles are overrated. If it doesn’t look like Ke$ha puked on your cupcakes, you’re doing it wrong.

15. Decorate Your Room.

This is usually done 2am on a school night, a few hours before your term long paper you haven’t started is due. If you still have any posters that you ripped out of a Tiger Beat, M, Popstar, or J-14 magazine posted on you walls, take them down immediately. No guest will be impressed by your life-size poster of Zac Efron or how you set it so you can’t look anywhere in your room without at least of one the members of One Direction staring directly into your soul. No guy is going want to go to bed with you if Justin Bieber is relentlessly watching you guys going at it -without blinking. Some great places to get inspiration for rooms are Pottery Barn, Crate & Barrel, Restoration Hardware, and Antropologie. The best place to find things is at Target. They have everything you need, from patterned silk curtains to oversized oak finished crafting letters. Be sure to buy a Dream Catcher. Why? Don’t ask, just get one. Pick a theme. Do you want Hippie? Travel? Girly? Sporty? 70s Bachelors Pad? You pick. Your options are endless. Dry clean those vintage shag rugs before you use them though. You don’t know where those stains came from.

16. Be Creative.

Write that Sherlock/Hobbit/DoctorWho fan fiction you’ve always wanted to write, play Titanic and sketch a naked picture of your busty friend, draw a comic strip amount schizophrenic child with a imaginary tiger, or type a pointless post on tumblr about 20 things to do without the internet, whilst on the internet. You can really do whatever the hell you want, no one can call you crazy, because it’s “art.” I mean, if Andy Warhol can paint soup cans and have it be worth $9,000,000, your picture you drew of Iron Man tonguing Black Widow on Microsoft Paint must be priceless.

17. Dance.

Dancing is about letting go, living in the now, and expressing yourself.  Play the music as loud as it needs to be to drown out the noise of any parent, RA, neighbor, or police officer knocking on your door. If you don’t have speakers, take your best headphones, and turn the music up to “defining roar.” The decibel range should be somewhere between power drill and jet airplane take off. If you ears are ringing once you are done listening to the music, you know you are doing it right. Dancing can be simple as lying on the floor and swaying your arms back and forth like sea anemone or complicated as a tripled handed back hand spring pirouette. Pump your arms, do the Charleston, drop that birthday cake, and get all up on that wall. Any expression of the body to music, no matter how subtle, is dance. Moving your head back and forth is dancing – so is dry humping on the floor of your middle school formal. Relax and Let the music take you.

18. Go Stalk People in Real Life.

Who needs Facebook when you have an Phonebook? Take a look in the Yellow Pages or your High School Directory. Instead of stalking photos of the lustful object of your romantic desires, break into your man’s home and watch him in real life! You can do this the old fashioned way, by climbing in a tree and watching him through binoculars as he slowly unveils his packaged goodies. (You can always say that you are bird watching) Or you can get innovative and sneak into his house and install hidden cameras in every corner! If you are feeling extra bold, stay in his house and never leave. Hide in his closet, crawl underneath his bed, lie underneath his couch cushions. This will give you time to read his diary, peruse through his baby pictures, and smell his clothes. If he suspects anything, pretend that you are a piece of furniture. Nothing to see there, you are just a futon. Remember, the more time you guys spend together, the sooner he will fall madly in love with you, even if he does not know you are there, you always are. Always.

19. Groom Yourself.

Ah, the old poverb. If no one posted it online, did anyone really see it? Oh young grasshopper. You have much to learn. Shockingly enough, people actually notice that family of robins nested in your hair and that haven’t shaved in the past three weeks. The process of primping may not seem fun – at first. But, as they say, beauty is pain, and as soon as the endorphins start kicking in, pain starts to feel good. Huzzah! This may be partly why so many of us women are beauty junkies. We’re hooked on that John Frieda shampoo, get high off those hair dye fumes, and have fifteen shades of lip gloss (come on ladies, how many shades of red are there?). Dudes don’t need too much, maybe some nice clothes, a little Old Spice, an electric razor, and a comb for their hair. But no need, since they are already naturally beautiful. For us hideous ladies, we can spend quite literally an eternity getting ready. We all know that a woman’s beauty determines her value, and since the media depicts beauty as perfection,  there is always room for improvement. Your eyebrows can be plucked, your hair can be straighted, your eyelashes can be curled, your nails can be done, and your legs can always be shaved. All of these grooming routines put together take incalculable amounts of time. Einstein once calculated it and it turned out to be the largest number in the world, so large in fact, he figured it would just be easier to round to infinity. That bitch Time works against us ladies. Our eyebrows marry into unibrows, our hair frizzes up every morning, our eyelashes flatten, our nail polish chips, and our legs grow resemble George of the Jungle’s in a matter of hours. Yet every day, Robert Downey Jr and George Clooney more closely resemble the looks of Greek Gods. No way we can ever reach perfection, though we can try. We could just decide that this is all stupid and just accept ourselves the way that we are, but society won’t let us do that, so keeping waxing your upper lip, ladies.

20. Study.

Lol, no.