I know, right? The image just resonated so powerfully, all these years later I'm still seeing it every time I see a dude's junk.

Mmm, I'm not entirely convinced. Enlarge, sure. But "prettify?" I don't think most dudes would care (seeing as how most of them can't even be bothered to trim down there). I could be wrong though. Sparkly, smooth junk would be interesting.

Yeah, I'll do this the day men start carving up the ol' turkey neck:

Thanks. I know it's sick humour, but I didn't think it was that out there.

Yes, I'm on maternity leave and sometimes get really bummed out thinking about all of the experiences I'm missing out on in the classroom. Of course, I have an adorable baby to make up for it, but I still miss it.

Wow, those must be some strong-ass q-tips! Very chic indeed. ;-)

" Instead of lightsabers and interstellar travel, a dystopian future of skeletal children running around with permanent erections awaits us. Ray Bradbury would have shit his pants if he'd lived to see it."

I dunno, I'm pretty in love with the last two sentences.

I had a friend ask me to do her ring photos for her; you know, a little "shoot." She had a nice mani and all. We drank rum and ate melon and had a blast. I was really happy for her and touched that she asked me to document something so special to her. Say what you will about conflict gems, the age of vanity, etc., but…

Special Princess Day? Mmm, not here. Awesome party to celebrate my love and union with my partner? That's more like it. Also, I felt insanely excited for the honeymoon...and everything else I'd get to share over the years with said partner.

Most of us do it for the kids. It certainly isn't for the pay, meagre benefits or daily shit-kicking in the media.

Humour is in the eye of the beholder.

Oh lighten up. It's called dark humour for a reason.

But doesn't it make you want to race out and buy knee-high orthopaedic gladiator clogs? C'mon!

Agreed. That's a hack job.

Completely. It keeps me well away from the scissors. Plus, I can use random household objects like forks and screwdrivers to pin up my messy chignon, which is a much more chic kind of "that lady has gone off her meds" look.

Excuse me? I teach design and fashion. I enjoy fashion (and Jezebel). This isn't fashion. It's an insult to real people disguised as an "editorial."

Roommates suck; my first year of Uni was spent trying to tolerate/escape from the emotionally stunted freak I was housed with in a room the size of a shower stall (I do not exaggerate or jest). I ended up either couch-surfing or illegally sleeping in my studio space in the Fine Arts building for most of that year.…

Whut...I think my head just imploded. Dear god Vogue, please stop trolling us.