Repeated mechanical labor—such as beauty work—can have a stultifying effect. But under the right conditions, it can also bring about a state of presence, by dint of its ephemeral quality.

Anti-surveillance fashion, the half-assed improvements to the Lingerie Football League, Maxim magazine cologne, and Human Ken.

My two cents on Rosea Lake's "Judgment"—and what it told me about my own wardrobe and playing by the rules.

How to get the Vestal virgin 'do, MILFs, gramp stamps, and news about the worst combination of words ever: moist slacks.

Find me a woman in the public eye with truly "bad teeth" and I'll play you some jazz flute.

Fruity beauty, baby perfume, the tyranny of "natural beauty," and more.

Makeover apps combine gamified play’s curtailment of actual playfulness with gamified labor’s trivialization of actual work, forming a neither-nor zone robbed of both the joyful possibilities and the political significance of beauty work.

Tattooed ladies, the apocryphal plot to assassinate a former Ukraine official with her makeup, women fired for being just too damn hot, and more.

"In a playspace, not making eye contact can represent submission. Saying 'Don't look at me' is a subtle, effective way of establishing dominance."

If you see the Buddha, tweeze the Buddha.

Beard transplants, perfumes of exile, models with biceps, and more.

An evo-psych approach to Santa's sex appeal, smile-scan technology, playing Helen of Troy, and beauty tips for the apocalypse.

Between the association of bare legs with "cheapness" and pantyhose with conservative fields and regions, is there a connection between nylons and conservatism?

Meet the Shifters, beautifying cheese, sexual consent underwear, and more.

One five-thousandth of a bottle of Chanel, or a month's worth of New Inquiry. You decide.