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The Casket Girls, a three-piece from Georgia, is one of the very few bands with a creation story as dreamlike as its music. With a sound that’s equal parts soulful and grungy, dreamy and haunting, the Casket Girls really hold their own in the realm of what their record label accurately dubs “eerie-pop." They aren’t the first thing that comes to mind when you think of a summer soundtrack, but Strange Majik is here to change that. Read More
Babeland is the famously fun, women-owned sex toy boutique. They’ve been around since 1993 and in that time have served up countless sex toys, tips n’ tricks, and (indirectly, of course) orgasms. No matter what you’re looking for—vibrators, dildos, butt toys, safer sex supplies, books or DVDs—their hand-picked and staff-reviewed selection is simply the best. This July they are sharing the love and appreciating their customers through special deals, free stuff, and fun events happening during their big summer sale. Read More
Skorts were my best friend as a kid, especially during the summer months.  The skirts on the outside were short enough to keep me cool and nice enough to wear to a friend’s birthday party, while the built-in shorts underneath allowed for unrestricted jungle-gym antics without having to worry about flashing the entire school. With the serious July heat setting in, I’m finding myself reminiscing about playground days, popsicles and the pure genius that is the skirt-shorts hybrid. Read More
It’s music festival season, and while you might have already braved the Porta Potties at some of the better-known U.S. events, there’s one gem that might’ve escaped your attention. The Festival d’éte de Quebec (the Quebec Summer Festival, for those of you who didn’t show up to high school French class) is happening as we speak in Canada, that health-insurance-having, glorious area north of Vermont. I attended the first few days of the festival, which runs from July 3 to July 13 this year, and caught a glimpse of some seriously impressive acts. Read More
There’s a brand-new building going up in my neighborhood, about a block from my subway stop. I’m not even going to bother explaining what that means. If you're a woman, you know the deal. As I approach, I feel my shoulders rounding forward, my gait shortening and shuffling. My eyes are Super-Glued to the sidewalk. I want to hide, but I can’t get to the subway unless I go down this particular block, and here they are, and here comes the low whistle and: “Why you walking so fast, honey?” “Juicy, juicy thighs. Read More
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