dating dispatches

There are lots of reasons to be attracted to somebody, but how about smell? New Yorker Judith Prays has invented the Pheromone Party, where partygoers are able to use their smelly shirts to get someone's attention.

At the first one in 2010, forty people were invited, and were all told to wear the same shirt to bed for three nights, without any perfume or deodorant. Everyone brought the shirts with them to the party, which were then put in plastic bags and color- and number-coded. Guests sniffed the various shirts, and if they found one they liked, their picture with the shirt would be projected and that shirt's person would have a green-light to initiate conversation.

The initial party was apparently a huge success, with 12 of the 40 people "hooking up," and half of those beginning long-term relationships. So the next time you're trying to pick someone up at the club, just bring an old dirty shirt and throw it at whoever you think is cute. Same thing, right?

(pics via the 2010 website of The Pheromone Party)

Hooters Tokyo is making a play to become the premier Tokyo date spot for Valentine's Day by offering two new parfaits (the "Rocket of Love" and the "Volcano of Love," no double entendre there [SARCASTIC EYE ROLL]) and giving a free Hello Kitty x Hooters pin to the first 1,000 customers that day. We're expecting it to also be Tokyo's premier breakup spot when the guys get caught checking out those tiny tight shirts skirts.

In a recent interview, Stephen Hawking was asked what he thought about most during the day, and WORDS YOU WANT TO BE LINKED . The vastness of time and space, no problem. Girls and their cooties? We may never know.

What started as a joke by a construction site turned into a full-blown controversy, as the above sign sparked anger among female protesters, even leading to a petition to have it removed.

What do you think? Is it a harmless joke, or a blatant attempt by the male conglomerate to further oppress women through construction site billboards?

In a recent interview, Daniel Radcliffe admitted that girls whose ladyparts are completely shaven "freak me out," and that, "You have to have something, otherwise it's f-cking creepy." Sounds like he wants a landing strip for his Nimbus 2000. A soft downy place to stick his wand. A furry sheath for his Sword of Gryffindor. Yeah, you know.

Image via Comixed

At first a traveling exhibit of donated items, the Museum of Broken Relationships in Zagreb, Croatia, strives to be a monument to the emotional impact of lost love. It has all kinds of relationship relics, from clothing like the wedding dress from a failed marriage and bras of ex-lovers (above), to more bizarre items like a bowl that a boyfriend insisted his lady use to make bread to appease his fetish, and an axe that a jilted boyfriend used to chop up his former lady's furniture (therapeutically, of course). The museum sends traveling exhibitions out every so often, so this mausoleum of forever alone might be coming to a venue near you soon! You can even add to the show!

For just $5, "Cathy" here (who we're sure is a 100% real woman and the same person as in "her" pictures) will pretend to be your girlfriend on Facebook, and will even post messages to your profile if you're trying to make someone jealous. Because it doesn't matter if you're actually forever alone as long as your friends think you're not forever alone, right?

The fact that Fifty Shades of Grey is pornographic is really the least of its problems.

If you're blessed with such a unique gift, isn't it wrong not to share that gift with the world? And make seven figures off of it? Hazel Jones of the U.K. doesn't think so, as she's declined offer from adult entertainment company Vivid of a first-class trip to L.A. and a million dollars to explore all the possibilities of the twin caves in her southern hemisphere.

You know, her Double Dipper. Her Double Your Pleasure. Her Two For The Show. Her Double Trouble. Her It Takes Two. Her Thing 1 and Thing 2. Her Double Header. Her Double-O Agent. Her Pink Taco Combo Platter.

I got a million of 'em!

After some 60 years of sex research, science-type people are unable to definitively locate a "G-spot." (did you know it's named after a dead German gynecologist? think about THAT during your next sexy times) They're not saying that any and all stimulation is all mental or faked though (except for your girlfriend, OHHHH BURRRRRN). Rather, pleasurable sensation comes from several different structures converging, and there's not a special, particular erogenous gland tucked away in there. I'm sure the test subjects were very happy to assist with studying orgasms.