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It’s Tuesday once again, which means two things:
1. You get to read a blog post from me.
2. You get to picture me playing soccer in my rec league tonight.
God bless the men’s websites of the world, who today have found a brand new way to use Megan Fox to sell ad media units: by not talking about her.
The bulk of my TV watching is comprised of sports. There are a handful of dramas, comedies, and reality shows that make it into my regular line-up, but they are few and far between. And then there’s Entourage, which I just can’t seem to kick.
Of all the clichés that celebrities like to inflict upon the world, the biggest of all is that “this is not what [they] signed up for.”
When Twitter was offered $500 million in Facebook stock as a buy-out back in November, I put on Steve Miller’s ‘Take the Money and Run’ and thought to myself: “Hmmm…I wonder what they should do here?”
Success in music relies on credibility. Until now, we had a clear set of rules for how to keep it REAL on your slow but steady rise to fame.
Greg Behrendt, co-author of the book ‘He’s Just Not That Into You’ made a recent appearance on the live story-telling podcast The Moth. He told a story called ‘She’s Just Not That Into Me’ about his own ill-fated romance with comedienne Janeane Garofalo.
You know what makes for a good long weekend? Going to the cottage! You know what makes for an even better long weekend? NOT going to the cottage!
Now that Brody Jenner’s reality show has brought the concept of Bromance to the mainstream, it’s time we shed some light on the next level of platonic male-on-male affections: the Man-Crush.
It’s Tuesday again, which means it’s time for the Token Male to solve all your problems. All of them! As always, please send your questions and concerns to email@example.com, and let me know if you think I’m an idiot in the comments below. Let’s get it on…
I am pleased to announce a new advice column running every Tuesday here on Rants and Raves. It’s called A Token For Your Thoughts (pretty clever, right?) and will feature advice doled out by yours truly.
I’ve hit the age where two out of every three photo albums posted by my friends on Facebook are titled “The New House!!”, “Renos – Week Two”, “(INSERT NEW BABY’S NAME)’s first month!”, “Learning to Walk” and “Say Hello to (NEW BABY’S NAME).”
There are many reasons I love Friday Night Lights. Among them:
1. It’s all about football.
2. Minka Kelly is smokin’ hot.
3. I want Coach Taylor to be my dad.
You’ve probably heard that Britney’s new single “If U Seek Amy” has caused a dustup with the The Parents Television Council, who are calling for it to be pulled from the radio.
Things to feel good about this Tuesday, the 20th of January:
‘Tis been a while since we’ve gallivanted together through the romantic nether-realms of this world wide web. What have you been up to?
The holidays are upon us, and malls across the country are packed with diligent boyfriends and girlfriends
From talking to female friends about their online dating experiences, I’ve found they often run into the same problems.
I took a class in University called Medieval Lit., which was essentially the study of Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales as taught by a 60-year-old guy who looked exactly like King Lear.
While I imagine most women have found Hugh Hefner repulsive for a decade or more, he’s never really bothered me until now.
After three weeks out of the office (my auto-reply read “ T-Male’s not on e-mail”), I’m back online – bigger, better, and totally married.
After the flood of comments on yesterday’s Freebie Five discussion, I had to weigh in on a few things. First, I’m pleasantly surprised by the participation of our male readers out there.
Yesterday, King Magazine posted a feature on its website entitled “50 Rules to Being a Gentleman”.
I’m getting married in less than a month (October 18th), and to say it’s keeping me busy is like saying Bear Stearns had a bit of a tough week.
When I was 11, we had a University of Toronto student of German descent renting the basement apartment of my mom’s house.
It arrived on my desk last Thursday, silent and unassuming. It sat staring up at me as I hurried around, rushing to get things in order before the long weekend.
While Canada has yet to get on the board with a medal, there has been no shortage of awesomeness at the Beijing Olympics.
In the 2002 Jay-Z ballad, “Sisters and Bitches,” Jay opens with “(Bitch) you know my name and the company I own/(Bitch) you like my style and you smell my cologne.”
These are trying times for the douchebag. Gone are the days when a young douchebag could proudly display his fake tan, skin-tight shirt and excessive hair product.
They say, “If you love something, let it go.” We here at slice.ca prefer to say, “if you love something, let it go to someone who reads the Slice newsletter and can correctly answer a skill-testing question.”
If the fame level of aging male new-country singers was a boxing match, Tim McGraw would be getting his ass beat.
Throughout the process of planning our up coming wedding, my fiancé and I have repeatedly found each other saying things like “I’m wondering when this is going to get difficult,” and “Aren’t we supposed to be more stressed out?”
Am I the only one who finds this whole New Kids resurgence a tad creepy? I acknowledge the nostalgia factor, but the intensity of it all seems totally excessive.
The rumblings have been growing for a couple of months, but yesterday the world finally got what it’s been waiting for: a trailer for the new 90210. Watch and weep with joy.
Happy Birthday Queen Victoria, and thanks for the day off work! Of course, having next Monday off is great for those with delightful out-of-town destinations to head to, but what about those without?
Dear Scarlett Johansson,
You don’t know me, but I wanted to tell you’re being kind of dumb.
My apartment. Sunday night. My fiancé talks me into watching The Cutting Edge, a movie from ’92 about a female figure skater and a male hockey player that become an Olympic doubles skating team.
If you weren’t aware, today is Earth Day. If you’re not familiar with Earth Day, think of it like the Earth’s birthday.
Old Dirty Bastard of the Wu Tang Clan once sang of Mariah Carey, “me and Mariah go back like babies with pacifiers.” And what’s true for the Bastard is true for me.
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