Going Green In Your Vajayjay by @mrsflinger

I’ve been talking to a lot of friends lately about their personal feminine hygiene choice. It’s the kind of thing that just sort of COMES UP when you happen to talk to someone once every few months. Yaknow? Hi how are you, how are the kids, say do you still use the menstrual cup? I remember Karen and Tanis raving about the Diva Cup. So I googled it after finding out my girlie bits are sorda funked. I...

And Now I Know Why I Have No Green Panties by @sarahinmi

In college, I had this endearing habit of matching my bra and panties to the shirt I was wearing at the time (Shush, it’s my post, I can call it endearing if I want to – even if it was, in retrospect, clearly a little heavy on the crazy and more than a wee bit high maintenance). Also, it’s an easy habit to have when you wear a lot of black. In my closet NOW about 40% of the shirts hanging (arranged...

2 Hot Bloggers + a Bottle of Wine are Going Green by @justonemiss and @redlotusmama

When presented with the opportunity to get drunk for a good cause, you know we jumped on it. Because who doesn’t like orgasmic organic things?? Just remember, we’re here to help, to educate, and to let you totally laugh at us. It should be noted that we did finish off that bottle that night. Well, Miss did mostly. BUT she is happy to report that she didn’t have a hangover the next morning so if...

Shopping my closet by @kaisermommy

I really do love to use what I already have. Yes, I love shopping too, but when it’s harder to find clothes that fit, shopping is less fun. A few weeks ago, I was looking at my usual clothing sites for inspiration, but I just wasn’t attracted to this, which is the hot look for spring. I can’t get inspired when I’m too busy wondering why everyone is so frakking scrawny. Finally, my Lane...

No Green Beer For This Banshee by @missbanshee

Yanno, when you’ve gone the rehab route, and sat in the Rooms and said “Hi, my name is Miss Banshee and I’m a big ol’ drunk,” people tend to frown upon stories relating to how awesome drinking was. But I don’t care. It’s St. Patrick’s Day, a day to remember my great-granddad, who shipped his wife and five daughters to America so he could drink himself to death in the...