"Who cares...I mean in 50 years men are gonna be obsolete anyways"

So it's just another wintery Wednesday night...home in bed, PJ's on, poodle snuggling, watching Sex and the City reruns...and this line pops up out of nowhere (well...out of the mouth of feisty, fire-maned Miranda)...and it got me thinking...

I mean, these days women earn their own money, fix their own cars, have the option of conceiving children without a man present...so what is it about the male species that we so crave/desire/long for? Boyfriends are great fun, don't get me wrong, but what is it that makes one crave them when they clearly have no interest in being around everyday...if they don't need our company on a daily basis, why do we need theirs? Why do days apart feel like years, and days together feel like hours? Why do they consume our thoughts; their every action, word and drunken slur subjected to hours of analysis, cross-examination and drill-downs involving as many ears as will listen?

I don't have the answer yet, but the Sherlock Holmes in me is most definitely on a mission to find out what makes his company my drug and why with every fix, however uneventful, I yearn for more...

Harry's Crown Jewels take centre stage!

OK...let's face it...it was only a matter of time before the Royal Playboy's goods would be all over the net for girls around the world to ogle. But now that the time has come:

1) Has it lived up to all the anticipation/expectation? His rear is a little on the pasty side. He does, however, display a magnificent physique sans clothing.

2) He appears in these photos to be completely nude...sockless even. These pics were supposedly taken during a game of "strip pool", which begs the question... just how poor is his pool-playing ability???

3) He's just come off a royal tour of duty representing Her Majesty the Queen in the Jubilee celebrations, as well as representing Her Majesty at the Olympic closing ceremony. Perhaps he wanted to remind the world that the old, fun-loving Harry is still around, lest we mistake him for a serious royal...or worse...a grown-up!

4) And MOST importantly, while he obviously exhibited a clear lapse in judgement (perhaps aided by alcohol) by letting strange and random girls come up to his suite to play strip-anything...is that ANY way to repay the man for his hospitality...by photographing his naked ass and then posting it all over the net??? Yes he's a Royal, yes he's a prominent figure, yes he's a celebrity...but he's also just a guy who went to Vegas to chill and let loose (maybe a little too loose...he clearly needs to work on his pool game). Whoever he invited to party with him should have had the decency to party with him within the confines of the suite he obviously took them to for privacy...and if they didn't like what was going on, they should have exercised their right to leave and left him with his right to party...however little attire he chose to wear!

The ever elusive...

Ok...so I have discovered that there exists something more elusive than the perfect boyfriend. Yes boys and girls...you read right...

While many of us are on a seemingly endless search for the perfect boyfriend...I am on an even more difficult mission.

I am in search of the perfect pair of Boyfriend Slouch Jeans! I know, I know...it's almost blasphemous in the era of the Skinny to be on the prowl for a Boyfriend Slouch...but if anyone can point me in the right direction, please do.