There is nothing that scares me more than the thought of marriage, which is funny considering how much I can’t wait to plan my own wedding.

Anyway, at work the other day, I overheard a bride-to-be talking about how her marriage proposal “was the cutest thing ever.” It got me wondering, How much thought really goes into that? Does a woman know how she wants to be proposed to?

Kameisha is a video blogger who tackles the real issues, like sexual embarrassment and desire or skid marks on a thong. 

She claims, “I’m just a real girl that will talk about any and everything.”

She vlogs from her bathroom (where, apparently, she never washes her yellow hand towels). Kameisha handles tough subjects such as “How to Eat Pussy,” “Never Eat His Bootay Hole,” “Sweatay Balls,” and My Pussy Itch.”

I appreciate a girl trying to help out other girls - providing insight or rants about girlstuff - but Kameisha is out of her mind. Anyone who takes pride in being a loudmouth slut can only be classified as trippin’. Enjoy.

Women Be Trippin’ on using sleeping pills to get a good night’s sleep.

(Special guest: Holly)

Rutherford B. Hayes was the 19th president of the United States.

(via SuperEgo)

Planned Parenthood produced nine viral videos (NPI) as part of their “Take Care Down There” campaign. This one, entitled “Let Me Do Me,” is, by far, the creepiest one:

For only $80 (plus shipping and handling), you never need to worry about signing up for Stripper Dance Classes again. It’s called the Peekaboo Pole Kit.

Buyer beware: It will not support your body weight, so all you can do is grind up against it or swing your leg around it. On the plus side, it comes with a garter and some fake money for your boyfriend to treat you like a real live stripper!

If you’re feeling really generous, go ahead and spend $150 on Pole Aerobics. It’s the same thing, only more expensive. Read more

Women Be Trippin’ on bad boyfriends, and the girlfriends who are incapable of breaking up with them.

(Special guest: Holly)

The Love Calculator is a website that’s supposed to gauge what the probability a relationship has of working out. It’s very simple: Type in two names and it calculates the percentage chance those names have of making it.

Two Dutch guys created the site, tapping into women’s uncontrollable desire to know if the guy they’re with is actually “the one.”

(On a side note, my girlfriend and I got a 1% which probably means we shouldn’t even look at each other anymore.)

Heelarious sells babies (0-6 months) their first pair of high heeled shoes.

The website warns, “WARNING: May cause extreme smiling and hysterical laughter when in use (this is completely normal).”

…For whom? It also states, “Not intended for walking (heel will collapse with weight). Not intended to harm children in any way.” So honestly, then: What’s the point except to laugh at your kid? To make her look ridiculous.

Stupid moms.