Have Your Tail and Wag it, Too

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Through my many years of public high school and liberal arts college, I came across quite a few interestingly-accessorized characters. Strange piercings, hair colors and makeup choices were common, but only a few of my classmates dared to show their different styles with the furrier accessory of choice: a tail.

Maybe you’ve never seen ‘em, but I’m not exaggerating when I say that I’ve come across at least a dozen folks in my day sporting furry strips of fabric clipped to their belts. If you want to wear a tail, more power to ya, but the least you can do is make it a good one.

Fortunately for my fuzz-clad classmates, Japanese company Neurowear (the folks behind the ever-popular Necomimi robotic cat ears) has created Shippo, a tail that syncs to your brain like an animal’s. That’s right, according to Jezebel, it wags when you’re happy, goes between your legs when you’re distraught, and twitches when you’re feeling confused, sassy, aloof, or all of the above.

Don’t worry about thanking me, my fur-wearing friends. Seeing you on the streets sporting your newly movable appendage is all the thanks I need!

Posted by Mary

Cry Me a Well-Seasoned Meal

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Move over fleur de sel; there’s a new way to hand-harvest artisanal salts, and rumor has it the process is much less labor intensive. All it takes is a little workout for your tear ducts. In a departure from processed table salt and she-she black truffle sea salt, a London-based retailer is now hawking Salt Made From Tears (cue the collective bleghhh!).

Giving new meaning to the phrase “emotional eating,” the seasoning takes on different flavor profiles depending on how the tears were shed, whether from crying while chopping onions, laughing, sneezing and during fits of anger or sorrow. The tears are then are boiled, crystallized, harvested by hand and rinsed into brine. My question: How much money do they pay these human tear crops? Releasing pent up feelings while making a quick buck doesn’t sound too shabby.

Who needs Maldon and sea-salted caramel truffles when you could be noshing on house-made sorrow salt and vinegar potato chips or beet salad sprinkled with undertones of anger?

Now you can actually say you put tears into your food. Blood and sweat may not be too far behind…

Disclaimer: The salts are real, but the tears are a gag-inducing hoax to sell seasonings  – go cry about it.

Posted by Abby

Fun Bags & Fro Yo

This just in: Skinny Cow—which, by the way, makes pretty killer low-cal ice cream—has launched their newest marketing campaign to promote the five new flavors of their “perfectly portioned” ice cream cups.

Skinny Cow asks, “what’s better than a perfectly portioned, low-fat ice cream cup?”  The answer?  Duh, “a perfectly fitting bra to go with it!”  And how better to marry these two concepts than to embark on a six city tour giving local ladies free ice cream and bras?!  Fans of the brand on Facebook can vote for their city through January 31^st (today folks, get votin’)—head’s up, Boston, we’re #3.  Woot, woot!

So yeah, I know a majority of women wear the wrong bra size.  That’s the line I used when offering free measurements in my three years of seasonal employment at Victoria’s Secret; I’m just not sure I get the connection for the campaign—bigger is or isn’t better?  That being said, it doesn’t really matter, does it?  Skinny Cow is on our tongues (literally and figuratively) and in our minds, and with almost 100,000 Facebook fans, they seem to be on top of their ish.  Should they end up swinging by the Hub, I may check it out.  I just have one request for the Skinny Cow: keep your hooves off my hooters.

Posted by Haley