Beautiful Person Nina Agdal stopped by #CosmoLive to talk about her recent Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition cover and (as is want to happen at Cosmo) spilled some revealing details about what really went down. Parties, hangovers, rogue nipples — all in a day's work.
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2. Wondering if you might have to vomit in this person’s bathroom. Like when you are riiiight on the border of “fun drunk” and “nauseous drunk.” And twentysomething apartments are so small, he’d totally hear you.
3. Getting the spins while you're on top. When I am drunk and want to have sex I basically plank and wait.
4. Tripping over things on the way to the bed. That stray Reebok sneaker just jumped right out in front of me.
5. Ignoring 700 texts from your friends because you are deep in the throes of the Drunk Sex Tunnel. “where did you go??” “are you okay?” “don’t get come on my skirt you borrowed.”
6. Waiting for him to find your clitoris, and eventually having to help him as he fumbles around. Although I guess sober guys also can be this way, generally their hand/eye coordination is somewhat superior.
7. Engaging in super-filthy dirty talk that might embarrass you tomorrow. My butthole aches for your tender... you get the idea.
8. Saying "I love you" unplanned. The drunk mid-sex first “I love you” is a very risky, occasionally catastrophic move.
9. Not using a condom. One time when I had to go to the pharmacy to get Plan B, the pharmacist was like, “PARDON? YOU SAID PLAN B, RIGHT? FOR WHEN YOU HAVE UNPLANNED AND UNPROTECTED SEX WITH ANOHTER HUMAN AND NEED TO FACE THE CONSEQUENCES OF YOUR IRRESPONSIBILITY?” (Okay, maybe not the second sentence, but she yelled it really loud and everyone standing behind me waiting for their Claritin eyeballed me like I was a disease-riddled dock prostitute.) (YOLO.)
10. Whiskey dick. :(
11. Not being properly lubricated. Really wanting to have sex but really not being able to is the worst. Until you bust out the K-Y!
12. Thinking you're being really discreet about sliding your hand up his leg (or whatever) while you have the requisite fake small talk convo with his roommate. The swing-your-legs-over-his-legs move is not as subtle as you think it is.
13. Or brazenly touching his dick while you are at a bar. And giving everyone around you an unwanted dramatic re-enactment of a Penthouse letter.
14. Best case scenario, you're in a cloud of both of your booze breath combined. Worst case: Taco Bell breath.
15. Blowjobs that take forrrrrever. When you’re going down on a drunk guy, time stops; it’s that Salvador Dali painting with the droopy clocks everywhere.
16. Going back to his place and forgetting you wore clip-in hair extensions. Do you (1) take them out and hide them in his bathroom until the morning or (2) hope he doesn't try to run his hands through your hair ever?
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0:00. Maybe I should go to Page 10 of the Google image search results for "30 Day Shred before/afters" for motivation. [Goes to Page 20] Okay, done. DVD is in. Cat is locked in bathroom.
0:02. There’s Jillian. Damn, she’s muscular. I don’t know if I want to be that muscular. I want to be toned but still look delicate and tiny and like I can take a bath in a thimble.
0:04. This isn’t awful. Arm-swinging. I feel kind of ridiculous, but no big deal.
0:06. Wait, that was just a warmup?
0:10. OH NO.
0:11. Hahahahah, pushups. My arms are basically twigs. Does she think I'm an extra in Full Metal Jacket or something? Okay, let me try the modified version. [tries] No.
I am so, so glad I am doing this by myself, without any fitter, hotter spectators to LOL heartily at me.
0:12. My knees hurt. How long has it been since I moved? Had fire been invented yet? Why aren’t we taking any breaks? Oh, she says it’s because we need to give it all we got. Jenna at work told me this wasn't that hard. But Jenna also humblebrags about missing the gym for one day and then feeling soooo fat after eating a huge salad. I'll tell you where to shove your salad, goddamn Jenna.
0:13. It really helps when Jillian talks about having the kind of body that will make your exes jealous. She should say that more, because for a few seconds afterwards I don’t want to sweat blood and die here on my floor.
0:14. Come on, think about that Bridget Jones' Diary montage where throws out all her self-help books and starts exercising. IIIIIII’M EVERY WOMAN, IT’S ALL IN MEEEEEE—
0:15. My thighs are burning like a flaming Viking death pyre. Somebody needs to invent an exercise where you just get a six-pack from watching My Cat From Hell and eating green curry chicken.
0:16. I feel nothing in my abs during the one-minute abs part. Am I normal?
0:17. Yeah! You’re right, Jillian! If they can do this on The Biggest Loser, so can I! I do deserve the body I want! I can get through three rounds of this workout!
0:18. Oh my God, the two girls behind you are sweating bullets. Even the one doing the modifiers. I am fucked.
0:19. I NEED A WATER BREAK BUT IF I TAKE A WATER BREAK I AM A FAILURE AND WON’T MAKE MY EX JEALOUS/BE ABLE TO LIFT HIM OVER MY HEAD AND THROW HIM AGAINST A WALL LIKE A WWF STAR, BRAYING MY VICTORY TO THE SKY LIKE A ROMAN WARRIOR.
0:20. If I have to stretch and strain every muscle in my body for one more second I am going to lose it. If I have to squat one more time I am going to call this off and move to a remote island nation where I never have to think about mountain-climbers again.
0:21. Cooldown. Oh, thank God. I made it. It’s over. Resist urge to skip the post-workout stretching and jump into a soothing shower immediately.
Do I have abs yet? Are there any more before/afters I missed on Google? Will I actually force myself to do this tomorrow?
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Of the thousands of domesticated beasts that roam the Internet, two of my favorites happen to be a duo named Harlow and Indiana. Have you met them? Harlow is a big gray Weimaraner, and Indy is a cocoa-colored miniature dachshund. They are famous on Instagram. I tried to tell Dustin once about Harlow and Indy, because they remind me of us. Dustin is the Weimaraner (6-foot-3) and I am the miniature dachshund (a respectable 5-foot-2 even without my booster shoes). Like Harlow often does with Indy, Dustin will sleep with one of his long, brawny arms draped over my body, or sometimes we will drift off while facing each other and holding hands.
It would be nice to view our relationship strictly through this lens. In this light, we are connected and close. We're at eye level, we understand each other, we belong together. I could look down on Dustin and me like this, and I would know that all was well.
If only.
The bumbling waking life, with all its thinking and reacting and needing, has a way of turning easy into difficult.
I basically proposed to him the other day, while we were having sex. Granted, I'm a blurter by nature, because love and sex don't diverge for me. When the endorphins are flying every which way, you can count on me to say exactly the thing I shouldn't have said, the full-of-feeling declaration that nobody wants to hear when they're humping. Would that I were a barker instead. "Arf! Arf!" would have been a dramatic improvement over "I want to marry you!"
This tendency to spontaneously combust at the mouth is what spurred me to tell Dustin for the first time that I loved him. He was mid-thrust and totally missed what I said, so the indignity I suffered was private, but still.
At that point, I'd been thinking about how to approach the I love you for a few weeks. (It really is the worst when these thoughts start occurring to you. The drumbeat becomes impossible to turn off.) I was determined not to be the one to say it first, since I'm always the one to say it first. As a distraction, I surveyed friends: When did you say it? How did you know it was real? Who said it first? Survey said that the right move for me, this time around, would be to wait.
I couldn't do it—of course not. I couldn't wait because it would have taken an eternity. Here's how Dustin communicates: He keeps things to himself. My frequent inability to understand his remoteness and my need for a more pronounced style of expression have, from the very beginning, left me feeling inadequate, uncertain, and ready to run for the hills after I chuck the whole thing in the garbage.
So when the words "I love you" first popped out of my mouth, I slapped my hand over my face in remorse. I'd done it again. I'd shown all my cards. Stupid, stupid, stupid me.
But then I had a save I hadn't anticipated.
"What happened?" Dustin asked, aware of my pained expression but oblivious to what I'd said. "Is something wrong? Does it hurt?"
Here was my chance to undo send on a hastily deployed message, to return something that I had bought final sale, but now I wasn't sure what I wanted. Was I offended that he'd gone deaf when I told him I loved him? Was I relieved to discover he was experiencing minor hearing loss? That night, instead of repeating myself, I pretended nothing had happened.
A few days later, I said the words in earnest. To my surprise, he cut me off mid-sentence so that he could reciprocate.
Happily ever after, right? Not exactly. The occasional brown patch still dots love's pretty plains. As we learn about each other, we continue to act out the same script. We stress each other out. We attempt to make tweaks. We find it hard to change. We have glorious days where nothing's the matter and it's 100 percent wonderful.
I asked him recently when it had first occurred to him that he loved me.
"The first time we had sex," he said.
Let's see. That means that in his head, he lapped me on the love bit by many weeks. Yet he said nothing, and I never would have guessed.
"I was going to tell you eventually," he said. "But yeah, I'd say it was the first time we had sex."
I remember the morning after that night. We left my place and walked to the train station together. When we got on the subway, I told him that maybe we should take a rain check on our next date. He hadn't seemed to want me as much as I wanted him—that's how I felt—and I had wanted him so much.
"No rain check," he said then, before swaddling me in an embrace. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Read Helin's earlier "I'm With Him" columns: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, and Part 7.
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Beyoncé was indirectly the cause of a couple being stuck on a Ferris wheel in New York, it has been reported.
The singer was shooting her new music video at Coney Island's amusement park when she decided to film part of it on the Wonder Wheel.
Along with photographer Terry Richardson, Beyoncé spent 30 minutes on the stationary ride while applying make-up.
However, unbeknownst to the star or theme park staff, a couple were reportedly still on the ride high above, reports Splash News.
The couple were visibly shaken after finally being let off the ride, while the woman was seen in tears.
As soon as they were let out of their pod, the couple proceeded to quickly leave the park.
Beyoncé was said to be unaware of the incident, and soon tried out several rides, including Cyclone, the wooden rollercoaster, the Spook-a-Rama ghost train and the Eldorado bumper cars.
The 'Love on Top' star is currently working on her fifth studio album, but is yet to formally announce a release schedule for the record.
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Q. Can my gyno tell when the last time I had sex was?
A. Only if it was very recently—in that case, your MD may detect some semen.
Q. My gyno put her finger in my butt. What the what?
A. It's part of a regular comprehensive exam. Your doctor may insert one finger in your vagina and another in your anus, and then palpate the area with her fingertips, checking for any suspicious masses in your ovaries and rectum.
Q. Will my vagina look different if I'm pregnant or after I have kids?
A. Yes. During pregnancy, your cervix may take on a bluish hue due to increased blood flow. After you've had children (unless it was a scheduled C-section without labor or cervical dilation), the walls of your vagina tend to be more lax. Plus, the opening of your cervix may have a wider, "fish mouth" appearance, instead of a small, round hole.
Q. Does my vagina stink?
A. They normally don't smell at all, although if you're at the end of her period, there may be a slight odor of old blood. What you eat can also affect the scent—asparagus or spicy foods create a distinct smell. If a woman's vagina has a strong, fishy odor, it can be a sign of a bacterial infection (particularly bacterial vaginosis, or BV) or a foreign body (like a piece of trapped tissue or a forgotten tampon).
Q. Speaking of, how often do ob-gyns find stuff that got "lost" up there?
A. It actually happens all the time. In fact, your gynecologist probably has a sterilized instrument in the exam room specially designed to remove their findings. [Dr. Brightman has located hundreds of wandering tampons during her 23-year career, as well as dozens of condoms, a piece of garlic that a woman had been using to self-treat an infection (do not try that at home, btw!), and a strawberry that went missing during sex play (later that day, the patient sent Dr. Brightman a box of chocolate-covered strawberries with a note thanking her for having a sense of humor).]
Q. I know you're going to say that you don't care—but honestly, do MDs prefer if you shave or wax before a Pap smear?
A. It absolutely does not matter in the slightest.
Q. Does my vagina look different depending on my cycle?
A. The only change is the appearance of your discharge. Around ovulation, it's copious, thin, and stretchy. Post-ovulation it's white, opaque, and pasty.
Q. I have crazy-long labia. You see so many vaginas—so what do average labia really look like?
A. Probably due to the Brazilian waxing trend and the proliferation of porn, more and more women are expressing concerns about the appearance of their V-zone in general, and labia in particular. But there is so much variation that there really is no "average." Just like penises, labia come in all shapes and sizes. They can be asymmetric, they can be plump or thin, the inner labia may be longer than the outer labia, etc. Yours are most likely perfectly normal. Trust us.
Q. Is it okay to have sex the night before my Pap smear, or could that mess with the test results?
A. It's fine to have sex. What could yield an inaccurate result? Douching (which is unnecessary in general) and self-medicating for an infection—like using Monistat for a yeast infection. If you are taking a medication, check with your doctor pre-Pap to see if you should suspend treatment.
Q. Can my gynecologist tell if I use sex toys?
A. Not usually, although excessive use of toys without appropriate lubrication can create irritation thanks to friction. Other common causes of irritation that gynos see include spinning, wearing mini-pads to line your underwear, and going fuzz-free (hair provides a helpful buffer).
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The following 21 questions (one for every day until the gladiators return) will haunt us for the next three weeks. (Caution: Millions of spoilers ahead.)
1. Would it be weird to hope against hope that Liv and Fitz stop fighting and have hospital sex?
2. But seriously, has someone saying "hi" ever FELT so much?
3. Is Killing Verna the New Defiance, the secret that's going to bring down Liv and Fitz? #pleaseno
4. If Jake isn't the mole, someone else is. If contract killer Brian Mackenzie effed up Huck and called Cyrus, how is Cyrus related to the mole and why would Cy be being betraying Fitz?!
5. If Cyrus is a mole, would we be able to carry on with our lives? Probably not.
6. Albatross/The Mole and his underlings are really good, what with the tampering of the security cameras and dodging the sweeping at Liv's apt, etc. They're ALMOST gladiator good, as if they know how the glads work. Is the mole someone who knows them all intimately?
7. Is Mellie the mole? Then again, she doesn't know sh*t....
8. Is Mellie's soul dead?
9. Where is America's Baby?
10. Why is Cyrus screwing up his baby's sleep schedule? From what we know, that is really messed up.
11. Where did Liv get that heather grey wide lapel loungewear robe thingy because it's like butta?
12. Abby and David. Can Abby please just admit she stole the damn Cytron chip?! So they can live happily ever after, like, immediately? (Love you, Josh Malina!)
13. Was Noel good in bed? How can anyone sleep with Fitz on THE desk in the Oval and then ever sleep with ANYONE ever again?!! Then again, she needed some, so, we get it.
14. How gross did that beer taste after the $300 bottle of wine Liv recently drank at Lisa Edelstein's? We shudder.
15. Maybe Cy hired Brian Mackenzie to have Jake killed?
16. Who the eff was in Liv's apartment (and isn't it super-coincidental that he happened to be there the moment Jake admitted he was spying on her?) Or are we supposed to know that this was Brian Mackenzie?
16. When the eff will we know what's up with Harrison's former life? Brolivia Pope's history needs to be revealed.
17. Will someone please force Huck into some psychotherapy or something?! Chiiiiild. He is suffering.
18. Jake was packing up a scary-looking bag and a concealed weapon right before Liv popped by with Gettysburger. Where was he going?
19. Is Gettysburger like the In-N-Out of D.C.?
20. The scene where Fitz talked to Mellie about their business-transaction relaysh. Were Fitz and Mellie in love until Mellie turned power hungry and cold? Or was Fitz really saying that he realizes now it was a set up (by big Jerry) and he was the fool for so long thinking he and Mellie just fell for each other?
21. Will we survive the next three weeks?
Scandalheads, what did we miss? What questions are tearing you up after last night's episode?
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"Easy. More blow jobs." -Mike S.
Sorry, I could not read the content fromt this page.Whether you're a legit fan or just enjoy watching dudes run around in skin-tight pants (cough, Tom Brady, cough), we're psyched for the Super Bowl. And to make sure your guy is watching your show—and not Madonna's—we asked men to tell us what they'd love for a woman to do at halftime. No surprise here—their answers all involved sex, nachos, and you in practically nothing.
His Halftime Fantasy: "That she'll sit next to me in a jersey and matching panties."
Your Game Plan: Forget the cheerleaders and put on your own damn show! Finally, the NFL is giving us some sexy options when it comes to fan wear.
New York Giants Thong, $29.99
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His Halftime Fantasy: "That she’ll grab some snacks for us wearing nothing but her underwear."
Your Game Plan: Throw together one of these guy-friendly favorites to have him eating out of the palm of your hand (in more ways than one).
Buffalo-Chicken Quesadillas
Chili-Cheese Dip
Chinese Five-Spice Popcorn
His Halftime Fantasy: "That she’ll get a little rough with me—I won’t penalize her!"
Your Game Plan: You can try these naughty positions right there in the living room. The rush of the winding-down play clock makes the action ultra intense.
The Love Seat
The Sofa Spread-Eagle
The Couch Canoodle
