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?

Jack White is as dreamy as ever, and Meg plays guitar!

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Jack White ON TV! Tomorrow night, the White Stripes are playing Conan O’Brien. So excited!

I recently spent time with a young man who, when I complimented his shirt, stated proudly, “it’s from Battlestar Galactica!” Now, not all girls are as revved up as geekery as I. Which I kept to myself because, hey, geekiness is hot.

These tees address many fandoms with one basic design, and don’t out you for atomic wedgies at the mall.

I rarely bare my arms in public due to an unfortunate incident in 11th grade Economics class. But even I get sick of cardigans from time to time, and I am lusting over this adorable little faux-fur stole from Babygirl Boutique. I love the over-the-topness for a dinner date.

Luckily, it was only for the duration. Unluckily, I got something in both of my eyes while watching it. It may have even appeared that I was tearing up. And I don’t even like Regina Spektor.

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I love subtle threats. A razorblade hoodie, handcuffs dangling from a delicate chain… add these stunning AK-47 ice bullets to the list. Do I even need to expound upon how they’d be better in the bedroom than those clunky cubes?