I have a well-documented addiction to Diet Wild Cherry Pepsi, and I’m convinced if mother nature made milk it would taste like that. It’s the most delicious fizzy beverage known to mankind today.

I also wear red lipstick. And I hate stuff floating in my drink like those gross grease slicks that come from pizza. Ew.

I was pretty jazzed to find these fancy glass reusable straws with carry-cases today. Glass would certainly feel nicer to drink from than that flimsy plastic that sometimes get holes and ruins your entire soda drinking experience. Totally want.

Jesus Christ, Shepherd of Judea, this is the most amazing hookah pipe I’ve ever laid eyes on. Sleek. Silvery. Grown up. Portable. A conversation piece. Tiny, manageable, and comes standard with two mouthpieces. Like for a date. A sexy date. How lovely… From the site:

But that’s not all, it also comes with an elegant and beautiful carrying bag so you can take it with you to the next dinner party you are invited to and show off your cool. In any case, here’s some tech info you might find relevant and convincing, in case the gorgeous design hasn’t won you over yet:

Body and handle of narghile in solid polished pewter, brilliant nish-Burner made of hi-tech ceramic. Pipe made of aeronautical polyamide treated with Te on.

2 mouthpieces made of culinary standard nacrine (i.e. synthetic mother-of-pearl).

Tongs for tobacco and charcoal - Carrying case.

I am a licensed esthetician. I am, however, not a licensed gymnast. Ergo, I cannot wax my own bikini area. One of my snopes friends mentioned this under the radar product and I was, of course, skeptical. Nair gave me chemical burns rivaling napalm, and waxing by someone else took off more skin than unwanted hair.

You have to jimmy off the cap like a paint can, and the mixing process is kind of scary. Also, since all my spatulas are- well, spatulas- I used the backside of a plastic knife. Which was totally ghetto.

But after the required seven minutes of sitting with a weird, cold paste on my nether regions, Magic Shaving Powder worked brilliantly as advertised and didn’t irritate me at all. Anywhere. As always, Vice Vixen is not responsible for anything you put in or around your hoo-ha, so proceed with caution.

Normally, I like to mix it up a bit, but I was very impressed by the indie gooda on offer at Supermarket.

First up- an understated leather wallet that says BAMF without saying it.

Smoking accessories are few and far between, and this cigarette holder confirms the badass status to which you are entitled as a smoker.

Sappy but cool- interlocking promise/wedding/love you rings.

Gotcha! Wedding rings.

Pretty, pretty cleaver necklace.

I’m sorry, what now?

You were saying?

BE dropped us a line to let us know about the new Vixen vinyl dress- and predictably- LOVE it! Also digging the new Lucy B retro styles of lingerie. Since there’s free shipping on $75+ orders, you might want to start your holiday shopping early.

You think you can handle this badonkadonkdonk?

And for under your suit…

One of the best things about living in New York is the constant inspiration on the street and subway. The pants I’m wearing right now were acquired after asking a very eager to share woman at Broadway-Lafayette where she got them. I may not have taken them off since. New York City dwellers are subject to temperature extremes (60 degrees outside, 160 on the subway platform where you’re stuck for half-an-hour), environmental exposure, long walks to and fro, and other look killers you just don’t have to deal with when you drive to and from work in your own climate controlled space.

A few weeks ago I spied a woman in her late thirties who looked like the perfect combination of together and polished and professional and stylish and casual. She was wearing a neat little suit derivative that really embodied all this. An approximation:

• Dark jeans
• A short-sleeved blazer
• A subtly-screened, tissue weight tee
• Stylish sneakers- though I’d choose riding boots
• Extra credit: practical tote and pretty pendant

This fabulous blush stick eluded me for years. I read the reviews on Makeup Alley- get it now before they discontinue it! and then nothing. I scoured every WnW display I passed and saw no version of it. Then, like magic, it reappeared everywhere. I’d heard Coy was the perfect pink blush and was skeptical- blush was never an item I could find in drugstores. But they were right.

Coy is a creamy, highly pigmented, pure pink color that makes you look sweet, alive, and not overly made up. I use it on my lips to provide a neutral base for gloss. It’s been less than a week and this item is elevated to grail status on my vanity table. Don’t try to contour with it (or anything)- just apply a little to the apples of your cheeks and pat it out until it looks natural. Finish with a light dusting of powder if desired. I will never go back to prestige blush again, unless WnW discontinues it. Now, if they’d only resurrect Drac’s Drool- dumb name, perfect berry wash for lips.

While away, I rented the visually stunning and very engaging Mirrormask.  I highly recommend it, but that’s beside the point.  My dreams were haunted by this eerie version of Close To You by the Carpenters.  I woke up and mentioned to my bunk mate it was stuck in my head, to which he replied, Cheers, babe- now it’s stuck in mine!  But the really creepy part?  It reminded my of my daughter!  Anyway, finally as spooky as it deserves to be…

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I’ve never used cake mascara, but I spotted this adorable wee compact in Lucky and I feel that now I need to.  This totally looks like it would have been in Bettie’s makeup kit.  Very pin-up.  And I’ve had Paula Dorf brushes for years- they still look and feel brand new.

Via Uncrate, cool retro sexiness in a bath towel.  Who knew?