What's better than Thursday, the final hurdle before lurching into Friday and your real not-controlled-by-the-man life? A Thursday that should really be Wednesday. Say a hallelujah for three-day weekends and abridged work weeks. You know, after reading all of the web droppings I've collected into a neat pile for you below. That came out wrong, but I'm going with it. Got sh*t to say about it? Email cityguidetips@complex.com and we'll promptly maybe reply, or send a sassy message to @ShanteCosme.
The Sweet Smell of Hydrocarbons and Aldahydes
Science has demystified the olfactory power of sizzling slice of bacon. There are exactly "150 volatile compounds," including nitrogen, that rouse you from your slumber and into the kitchen. Sorta drains the magic from that sacred routine, doesn't it? [via NPR]
An Ode To the Wittiest Man on Television
A man who always has a ready quip is a man I'll always want in my company. A good pun is immune to the law of diminishing returns: the first is as effective as the last. Roger Sterling, the wordplay-wizard supplying Mad Men with endlessly glib one-liners, proves this unwavering truth. Vulture has tirelessly documented every one, including this gem: "I like redheads; their mouths are like a drop of strawberry jam in a glass of milk." [via Vulture]
Your Grandma—She Could Get It
Hypothetically speaking, if an octogenarian were looking for a booty call, he/she could find it. Hot on the heels of Tinder (and a delightful offshoot my hairdresser told me about for men strictly seeking bears, Growler) there is Stitch, a dating app for the AARP-set. Because, seniors needs anonymous sex sometimes, too. [via Vice]
When Weed Hits the Air
Contact high hopes, be damned. We're talking about the new TV spots the Marijuana Policy Act is sponsoring, which make an appeal to our logic: "Weed, it cures everything!" Really, though. Here's to hoping the senate gets on board with it. [via Animal]
The Real Threat of Misogyny
Nearly a week after the Isla Vista tragedy, I'm still trying to process my feelings. I think what's most unsettling is how Rodger sees women as merely conduits for his own pleasure and views their withholding of sex as a real threat to his entitlement to it—and to them. There are tangible steps towards equality for women, like equal pay and equal opportunities, but it's hard to conceive of how we might overcome the attitude that underlies these things. You can't "lean in" on what the New Republic calls "misogynist extremism," a deep-seated rage borne of "the conviction that men have been denied a birthright of easy power." How do we fix that? I don't have the answer. [via New Republic]
Feeling a little angsty, now? Here's some Fiona Apple to help exacerbate that. Also, this song has rounds, and rounds are tragically underutilized.
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