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I’ve noticed this and I just wonder if anyone knows. Its like wearing a hat or a cap indoors. Not what it is designed for. I don’t think a woman would use an open umbrella indoors. Could the glare of a well lighted place cause someone with sensitive eyes to wear sunglasses. I think there are transition glasses for this. Just curious. Does anyone know or care to venture a guess.????

Hello Ladies! I am a man, seeking help from the superior sex of women
I have decided that my fashion sense needs an overhaul, in all aspects. I want to be pleasing to the senses of women. I am 5 Feet 9 inches tall,
190 lbs with a slight muscular build (which I am working on) and I’m 24 years of age. Imagine that you had the power of create the perfect man, and money is no object. Think of paul walker, usher..whoever turns u on, imagine his body as your canvas..how would you paint his body with fashion to appeal to you? In terms of brand/make and type of
*Cologne- Dolce and Gabanna? Burberry Touch? Armani Mania? What scent really sends you wild?
*Upper Body wear (Shirts, Polo jersies, Muscle fit shirts, Formal, Imformal..anything)
*Lower Body wear (Jeans,Formal and Imformal pants..boxers or briefs, foot wear, socks?..and BELT!)
*Sunglasses/Shades perhaps?
*What kind of beard styles/facial hair you like?
*Anything else that you think can help me

I just need to get some ideas as to what really appeals to the opposite sex. I am an man who’s willing to change for the better, so please help me change You dont have to answer all the questions that I have asked, just list what you know.I appeal to you babes, creatures of fashion and sophistication. I thank you

Okay, I’m pretty sure they are, but CAN I wear them without looking like a transvestite?

I like this one: http://amorir.bigcartel.com/product/sabotage-sunglasses-preorder

and this: http://amorir.bigcartel.com/product/barracuda-preorder

I like that they are outrageous instead of the normal, boring aviator sunglasses. Are they cool? Can I wear them? Do you know a similar brand?
Okay, I see the crystals on the first glasses, but do you think I can pull the second one off? I mean, can a boy wear them? They look like a different version of Kanye West’s glasses, right? I know Rihanna wore them, but aren’t they unisex? I mean this one: http://amorir.bigcartel.com/product/barracuda-preorder

ok so i know back int he day alot of people and in the movies actors would wear the wayfarer ray bans. but not the SUNglasses the actual perscriion clear glasses. so i know they look nerdy but i really like the style, but could the perscription wayfaere or clubmaster be okay for a woman to wear. i hear the clubmasters were for men olny?

I found this article a long time ago and read it and thought it was pretty stupid lol.So, i decided to post it to see what u guys thought. answer back, and sorry that its really long.

Urgent! German Satanic Sensation Targets U.S. and Canada! Be Prepared!

The origin of rock music is often mistakenly assumed to be American. Rock music has its roots in Teutonic (ancient German) witchcraft and Satanism, in the banging of drums during orgiastic rituals full of human sacrifice in pre-Christian Europe and the pulse of terrified victims. The average teenager consumes six hours of rock music a day (Alan Bloom, The Closing of the American MInd, 1988).

Recently given a full front page review in the entertainment section of the New York Times and perhaps already covering a wall in your daughter’s bedroom, they come under the cover of night, always sporting big hair, caps, and sunglasses to guard their unnatural eyes from the sun, and are called ‘Tokio Hotel’. The hotel refers to no steady life stead, meaning they cannot linger in one place long enough because they are not powerful enough, yet, and fear the hand of God. What Tokio refers too will be discussed in a different paragraph.

They return at evening, snarling like dogs and prowling around the city. (Psalm 59:6)

What is important here to note is that ‘Tokio Hotel’ is not the band’s original name. Started by a pair of twins when they were barely seven, the band’s original name was Devilish. This is probably due to youthful enthusiasm and as they matured they decided to be more deceitful about their true intentions and changed it. DO NOT BE FOOLED! As children they may have been only devil-ish, now they are devils.

Disguised as an innocent ‘Boy Band’, and as any true Christian knows, there is no such thing as an ‘innocent’ Boy Band because they are part of every gay agenda (bands like The Back Street Boys and Take That!), they influence the hormonal household of young girls and even adult women. This aberration leads to shrieking and fainting spells among the all female audience, and ultimately, demonic possession.

Like Scandinavia, Germany has a solid base of Satanic Rock music. The band Metallica consisted of devil worshippers who in their lyrics begged, and I quote, "DEVIL TAKE MY SOUL". Then there is the horrific group Rammstein, the Scorpions, the blasphemous Kingdom Come, and here in the U.S., Satanic rock bands like Bon Jovi, Twisted Sister, Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, Pink Floyd, AC/DC, Marilyn Manson and so on have a strong foothold and a large fanbase. However, the power of these is nothing compared to what is coming across the ocean for our youth now.

The band’s main members are identical twins, going by the suspiciously conventional names of ‘Bill’ (rumored to be the Anti-Christ) and ‘Tom’ (the hell hound, see infra), both twins have boasted in interviews not to believe in any God. In recognition to Black Sabbath for paving the way for them by ordaining fans into the Church of Satan during concerts, Bill wears Black Sabbath t-shirts often. What Bill and Tom’s true names are is every Christian’s guess, but there is no mistake that they are Nephilim, the unholy offspring of a fallen angel and a human woman. Both are very tall and have unnaturally large hands, with Bill, the more powerful, towering over everyone in the band by a difference of at least ten inches. (See www.stevequayle.com for more on this, if Quayle is correct the twins may grow to a height of over nine feet!)

Barely eighteen, both twins have been covered for years in piercings (deliberately inflicted holes in various body parts) and tattoos they got by defying their elders, and have boasted getting drunk with the child welfare office, being wanted by the army, destroying private property, and taking the virginity of countless young girls, all before they graduated high school.

There are disturbing signs. The list of formerly normal men who fell to the spell of Bill is endless, we could go so far as to call him the demon gay bomb, a weapon of mass destruction that is a thousand times more powerful than abortion. He sows confusion in the loins of boys and men and makes girls and women unable to direct their affections to any other man; it is not music he sells, it is genocide in rates. Normally reasonable men like the Guardian’s Paul Lester (2007. 21.5) lose all self-respect and sense of propriety. He reports:

Even the most ferociously heterosexual male staff up here at Guardian Unlimited Music have been found whispering, in hushed, awed tones, "Mmm, yummy, mummy" when confronted by images of Germany’s handsomest export. Identical twins Bill and Tom Kaulitz are especially delicious, those cheekbones! Have those boys scrubbed and sent to our tent.

Just one more example of an innocent caught in Bill’s web of sin and seduction is a German rap singer by the unlikely name of Bushido who reportedly lost his mind at the sight of the younger twin and propositio
if it got cut off then read it here: http://www.buzznet.com/tags/georglisting/journals/2506431/tokio-hotel-satanic-sensation/

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It must have been at least 90 degrees. Manhattan was going through a summer heat wave like no other. Sweat beads formed on my temple sliding down my cheek like a trail of tears. Yet I did not hesitate to wipe them off.

I swore under my breath as people pushed their way pass me through West 42nd Street. It was the morning rush hour and the streets were crowded with impatient business people in designer labels.

Suddenly the crowd parted. It was so sudden that I bumped into the bony faced woman in front of me and nearly caused her to spill her Starbucks coffee.

"Sorry," I mouthed my face burning. Way to start off your first day of work. I thought. She glared at me disapprovingly but then turned back to see the cause of the disturbance.

I followed her gaze and nearly gasped. It was a woman. Hardly 23 or 24. She was so striking that it was impossible not to stare. Her walk, her clothes, her face all spelled out perfection. She walked with such confidence, such ease that she could have pulled off anything. And she knew it.

She had straight honey blonde hair that flowed right above her shoulder blades. Tall and slender like a couture model, her lips were curved in a sultry smile as if she was pleased by the attention. Her eyes were hidden behind a pair of oversized Dior sunglasses that gave her an air of mystery and her skin was a perfect golden bronze that hinted of a lavish European vacation trip

The goddess walked pass in a strut that belonged on the runway and I heard several whistles and jests. She hardly turned her head to acknowledge them.

she passed and the crowd once again merged. It was all so brief. Merely 10 seconds. Yet somehow this girl, this perfect creature managed to stop traffic. Stop time, even.

I looked down self-consciously at my own modest outfit. It was just a pair of my favorite Express grey trousers and a cream colored blouse. It hung loosely against my skinny frame and was hardly worth complimenting. I sighed feeling dejected but brushed it aside.

It was my first day at Mod Magazine as a Junior Assistant Secretary of Jacqueline Windor, Editor-in-Chief. I smiled smugly to myself thinking about the thousands of girls who would die for this job. It wasn’t much. Just getting the coffee and booking appointments: that kind of stuff. But it was a start.

I had always loved fashion. Loved strolling down Park Avenue looking into the trendy designer boutiques. Fashion spoke to me in a way that nothing else did. I understood it completely and in a way that I cannot even begin to explain.

The clothes, the labels were always out of my budget. Even the items on sale. Yet somehow I was never tempted to splurge on say a new asymmetrical Alexander McQueen dress or a vintage Coco Chanel bag. I love fashion. But not for myself.

It probably has something to do with my appearance. I’m not tall, striking or beautiful. Designer labels, I believed, were reserved for those who were. Like the stunning Miss Fashionista who stopped traffic.

Finally I stopped in front of Mod. It was a thirty story white business building and Mod Magazine was on the twenty eithth floor. I looked up trying to discern the correct floor squinting against the sun. Its rays blinded me and for I second I swayed. Mod seemed so high up. I felt so insignificant compared to the momentous influence this magazine had over women worldwide.

People shoving behind me made me come back into the real world. I took a deep breath. This was just a job. Like any other job I had. And if I worked hard enough, maybe someday I could be important. Maybe someday I would speak to the world about fashion and maybe someday I would be heard. I pushed through the revolving glass doors.

The white lights were dark compared to the bright morning sun, It took several seconds for my pupils to adjust. I gazed at the lobby in awe. It was unsettling to think that everyday I would walk pass these marble floors and ride the elevator up to the twenty eigth floor. Everyday I would pass below the crystal chandelaire that sparkled as it caught the sunlight and walk pass the white fountain where the pink lilies bloomed.

I spun around admiring everything. The red plastered walls, the portraits set in gold frames, the oriental vases filled with artificial flowers, the subtle smell of an exotic perfume… I smiled dreamily when–

CRASH! I felt something heavy crash into me and papers flew all around. I was lying on the ground with a throbbing pain on my knee. Something large and sturdy was on top of me and no matter how much I squirmed I couldn’t push it off.

Suddenly the weight was lifted and a pair of strong hands lifted me up. I was standing face to face with the most gorgeous guy I had ever beheld. He had soft blue eyes and untidy brown hair. He was tall and tan and looked both worried and flustered at the same time. His lips, they were moving. For a second I was confused. Then I realized he was speaking
"–so sorry! You’re not hurt are you?" he said in a deep, genuinely worried voice. I realized his hands were still on my shoulders steadying me. He seemed to realize this too and let them drop awkwardly.

I blushed and stammered, "I– I’m fine. I’m sorry this was my fault– I shouldn’t of–" I stopped. He was laughing. His blue eyes sparkled.

"Don’t worry about it, happens all the time. You’re new arn’t you?" He bent down and begin gathering up the papers. I bent down to help him and stared at his beautiful face. At that moment he looked up. His eyes were smothering and I blushed again looking down.

"Today is my first day," I mumbled, "Is it really that obvious?"

He laughed again and I smiled carefully. I wasn’t used to cute guys, or any guy really, laughing at my jokes. I handed him the papers and he made a neat stack before
putting back into his briefcase. I noted the Armani logo.

"I can always tell," He said, "They all have the same expression you have when they walk i
"I can always tell," He said, "They all have the same expression you have when they walk into the lobby."

"And do you always run into them?" I asked suprised at my bravery.

"Always," there was that crooked smile again.
To PinkLemonade: Weird, I’ve never seen the show but I’ve heard of it. But I assure you that it will be completely different. Its not gonna be so much of a comedy and theirs gonna be plot twists that takes her away from the fashion industry.
To David M: Thanks you! That was really insightful and I think I’ll do something like that!
Cathri69: Haha yeah so Mr. Perfect falling on her is a little cliche and maybe I’ll just have her stop in the middle of the street to watch Ms. Perfect. Thank you so much! It was really insightful!

I am trying to show my love to the women the best I can… I only wear D&G or Ck boxers… I can make her lamb shanks and risotto and eggs benedict for breakfast from scratch… I own 20 pairs of dress shoes and just as many designer sunglasses, and you name any latest gadget – I have it! However, I get really mad when gays try to hit on me…but thats beside the point… Still some unappreciative women seem to have a problem with us keeping it nice and sleek! What are your thoughts?

My Wife, of 4 years for example. Not only her but women I dated before her too were like this. I don’t mean to stereotype. But it just seems that women get pissy when men decide to make a concrete decision. For Example, Tonight , I was out with my wife and my 2 stepsons. We had just finished doing some shopping at the mall, getting the guys some summer time clothes. The time was around 950PM Getting late. So my wife said, " Why dont’ we pick up some food before getting home for the guys, it’s too late to cook " I said to her, " I agree with you lets pick something up". Well, I can’t even remember the last time I got to decide on what food we were going to eat. Whenever we go out, usually the kids pick, or Her. I’m not entitled to an opinion. Or ever asked what I would Like. So for once she says " Honey , what do you think we should get" I said, " Hmmm, Chinese sounds good". She goes ok.

So we go to the Chinese restaurant . Her and I walk in to get the To Go order, I tell the lady at the front what the kids want, what I want, Then I ask my wife what she wants. She goes " Oh I dont’ want anything". So after placing the order. We go back to the car. I asked her why she didn’t get anything. When infact, she was the one who said, " Lets get some food ". She goes " Because I didn’t want chinese food, I wanted a Salad, but that place is closed now" . I said, " well why didnt’ you say that" , She goes " Because You didn’t ask me what I wanted, You just said, I want Chinese". She says this in this immature , pouty, voice. Basicly for the rest of the night she didn’t speak to me. When we got to the bed. I asked her why she was being like this.. She says " Why do you need to even ask? You do this all the time". Then rolled over and went to bed.

I dont’ understand this. Whenever we go out, normally she gets to pick where ever we go. I mean seriously I never get to pick anything ever. She gets mad at me over this nonsense? Not only that, she has to be the decision maker on everything. I never get to treat myself to anything anymore like when I was single, I could just do it. I bought a really cool watch that I’ve had my eye on for about a year. Last month. When I showed her she blew up at me and said " Did you really need that? Then goes on to criticize me about buying a 400$ Watch. But last week, she buys a 350$ Purse from Amazon.com. And some 100$ Sunglasses. Doesn’t even ask me my opinion about it. I dont’ really get this attitude. I feel like she is a bully, she never comes out and says I need to ask or talk to her before making decisions. But If I don’t, this is what I get. Attitude. Why are women like this? I mean do they seriously think Us, men, are supposed to forget about ourselves. And make everything 100% About her. She is not a baby. I mean isn’t there supposed to be shared decision making. Why are women like this?