Thursday, March 4, 2010

are you vajazzled?

i will always be a vajazzle virgin.

to witness this weird spectacle, here's a NSFW-ish video.

i'm still feeling traumatized by the discovery of this uncomfortable-looking phenomenon that must be ridiculously expensive.


Eva said...

1) People are shockingly stupid and vain.

2) People don't know what a vagina is, someone should tell them it is an internal organ. They should be called pubazzled or something.

Big Mark 243 said...

Uh, I will take your word for it Amanda. I'd rather not look.

amydove said...

Don't kill me, but I actually think it's kinda cute. (That is assuming that you were planning to remove that much hair to begin with, which is really the weird part about it.) Mainly because, as Eva said, it is nowhere near the vagina. Though it does seem like it could cause some loss of crystals in bad places if a gentleman caller gets involved.

Unknown said...

haha, youre absolutely right eva. guess they just found a name they liked and stuck with it!

amy, i suspected you might think it was kinda cute ;)

as a friend described the vajazzle yesterday: "it looked gross, like a tacky shiny spider had laid several eggs on some unsuspecting woman's mons venus"

Aaron Walton said...

Basically I think it's something else for people to spend disposible money on. The celebs that have too much of it start the trend then others follow on the bandwagon like the lemmings they are.

Viewtiful_Justin said...

Eww. That's just tacky.

Sunshine said...

I don't see how it's any different from the sticky earrings I wore when I was five.

Also: it's weird. I was expecting a glitter sex organ of doom, not some irritated-looking skin and a tacky decal.

StuntTrader said...

Reminds me of this story..
I was due later in the week for an appointment with the gynecologist.

Early one morning, I received a call from the doctor's office to tell me that I had been rescheduled for that morning at 9:30am. I had only just packed everyone off to work and school and it was already around 8:45 am.

The trip to his office took about 35 minutes, so I didn't have any time to spare. As most women do, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene when making such visits, but this time I wasn't going to be able to make the full effort. So, I rushed upstairs, threw off my pajamas, wet the wash cloth that was sitting next to the sink, and gave myself a quick wash in "that area" to make sure I was at least presentable. I threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car and raced to my appointment.

I was in the waiting room for only a few minutes when I was called in.

Knowing the procedure, as I'm sure you do, I hopped up on the table, looked over at the other side of the room and pretended that I was in Paris or some other place a million miles away.

I was a little surprised when the doctor said, "My, we have made an extra effort this morning, haven't we?"

I didn't respond.

After the appointment, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home. The rest of the day was normal...some shopping, cleaning, cooking, etc.

After school when my six year old daughter was playing, she called out from the bathroom, "Mommy, where's my washcloth?" I told her to get another one from the cupboard.

She replied, "No, I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all my glitter and sparkles in it."