It's a tale as old as time: Boy meets girl. Boy likes girl. Boy hopes girl reads this survey about how dudes think she should manage her pubes.

"I'm not going to tell you outright what I want you to do, but I am going to hold this razor and pointedly stare at your vagina." (via Thinkstock)

HuffPo and AskMen teamed up to survey a bunch of dudes about a thing they shouldn't really have a say in — what women do with their public hair. And great news, ladies! The largest section of responding men prefer the most inconvenient and unnatural option!

If that's the case, gentlemen, you are never, ever allowed to grow a beard.
(via Huffington Post)

I want to know so badly what "other" is. Shaved in the shape of a Mickey Mouse head? Braided into several tiny braids with festive beads at the end?

Thankfully, at least, most gentlemen have the good sense to not end already-initiated sex based on pubic hair:

"Nice to meet you. Before we go any further with this date, let me ask you about your pubic hair." (via Huffington Post)

Up until this point, I found the survey wholly unsurprising (men like porn vaginas/men will have sex when sex is in front of them). But here's the one thing that seemed kind of interesting — pubic hair grooming might actually be becoming more equal, but not because dudes think women should do whatever they want. Rather, a decent amount of dudes think that they should groom too:

"Then again, my definition of 'well-groomed' is 'doing nothing.'" (via Huffington Post)

So basically, nothing has changed here — removing your pubic hair is your choice, whether you're male or female. But ladies and gentlemen alike: if you do decide to shave, just make sure you don't do it while driving.

The Dausage claims to be "the original doughnut-sausage hybrid," leading me to wonder if the creator of the Dausage actually knows what a doughnut is.

Is this picture of a delicious jam-filled sausage, or the dissection of bizarre new thick-skinned worm? I could go either way. (via Dausage)

The Dausage is a new doughnut-sausage hybrid that's trying to get that sweet sweet Kickstarter money. Except that it's not really a doughnut-sausage hybrid. It's a jelly-filled sausage that's wearing the oh-so-clicky marketing mask of a doughnut.

If you think I'm being too harsh on a fad food, let me ask you this: what makes a doughnut a doughnut? I'm pretty sure it's the... well, dough. If being filled with jelly is what made a doughnut a doughnut, anything filled with jelly would be a doughnut. I mean, the sausage filled with jelly wouldn't be a sausage at all by that definition, it would simply be a doughnut. Hell, that hideous breakfast corn dog, the Jimmy Dean Sausage & Pancake on a Stick, is closer to being a doughnut-sausage hybrid than the Dausage is.

How can this both include the "sweetest" strawberry jam and be low in sugar?
(via Kickstarter)

Not that a jelly-filled sausage is a bad thing! In fact, it sounds like an awesome thing. One of the best things about breakfast is when you can dip a sausage in something sweet, like some maple syrup or jam. And meat in general is delicious when paired with a sweet sauce. But that still doesn't make it close to a doughnut.

I don't want to make too much fun of the Dausage, though. Like the Cronut, the KFC Double Down, and so many other attention-grabbing stunt foods before it, the Dausage will probably make a splash and then fade. Then again, if they start promoting it as a jam-filled sausage... well, that seems like an idea with some staying power.

I went out with a pro wrestler and yes, he talked about pro wrestling a lot.

This was not my date, but he sure looks like a lot of fun, don't you think? (Thinkstock)

Quick update: things didn't work out with Mike because he's an artist and he decided to leave NYC to travel the world or something (I think his parents are rich? Ugh, who knows). So anyway, I'm going to continue going on dates, giving anyone a chance who doesn't have horns or wear color contacts.

For your enjoyment and mine, I'm going to refer to my date as The Wrestler. Also, using this name has the added bonus of keeping him anonymous. I met The Wrestler on Twitter, because let's face it, these are modern times we live in, and I'm a goddamned modern woman.

He messaged me back in December to invite me to see a wrestling show in Brooklyn. It was the first time I'd seen wrestling, and it was the beautiful nerd-fest I'd hoped it would be. When I went backstage to meet him, he told me the inside scoop about the show, the background drama and, of course, who used to date whom. OH, AND: this whole conversation took place while he was wearing a t-shirt and a speedo. That was a first.

Since the show, The Wrestler and I had texted intermittently, and he asked me to go out the next time he was in town. I had him meet me at a bar where I was having drinks with my awesome co-workers, because I like to make first dates as awkward as humanly possible. The Wrestler was totally cool with and fit right in, except for the fact that he towered over everyone at 6'4" and probably, like, 200-something pounds.

Korean BBQ and Karaoke. All in one convenient building.

I took The Wrestler to Koreatown for dinner, and if you haven't been there, it's the length of one city block, but manages to fit something like 1,000 times the number of businesses as every other city block. It's got all the good stuff: food, karaoke, bubble tea, karaoke, unlocked iPhones, and karaoke.

We went to my favorite Korean BBQ restaurant and ate a plate of meat that our waitress cooked right in front of us. She kept smacking The Wrestler's arm because he tried to eat the meat before it was done, but she was laughing about it. I always thought I could eat a lot, but um, well, my eating skills paled in comparison to The Wrestler. Not shocking, I know. But I thought I'd at least be a close second! Not the case.

Yes we'd like one plate of raw meat, please.

The Wrestler said "I think our waitress is Japanese, I'm going to find out." (gasp! But we were in Koreatown!) He ended up having a conversation with her in Japanese while I nodded along, clueless in my one-language solitude. He wrestles in Japan, and said that's what they talked about (or they planned a date the next night, who knows). As we walked towards the door, our waitress came running up to us and said "My other table say they know you! They see you wrestle!" Oh wow! He got celebrity sighted! The Wrestler was humble about it, and it made me like him more.

As we left the restaurant, I was walking in front of The Wrestler up the stairs to the door and he lifted me up the last step. Gah! I guess it was a show of strength? I ended up laughing because I was so surprised, when in fact I still don't know if it was endearing or demeaning. I'm considering it a nice gesture, since he was very sweet about it and I don't want to go off on a feminist tangent right now.

Art in a park.

After dinner, we walked around Madison Square Park and saw the trippy mirror installation by Teresita Fernández, and ended up talking for a long time, maybe even two whole hours. I probably missed a lot of funny tweets in that time, but it was worth it. His job is pretty cool, he travels the world and pretends to beat people up for the enjoyment of adoring super-fans.

I planned to take the subway home, but The Wrestler was kind enough to drive me home, where I allowed him to kiss me in the front seat of his rental car outside the Chinese restaurant called Best Chinese Rest that's below my apartment. That part definitely felt like high school, so I said, "this feels like high school," and he agreed. You know what didn't feel like high school? The part where I didn't have a curfew, AMIRITE?! (I just high-fived nobody).

Sounds like a good date, huh? I know! I was pleasantly surprised. Now I just have to wait until the next time he's in New York to see him again, because he lives approximately 1,200 miles away and travels all the time. I'll be here if anyone needs advice on how to set yourself up for a lifetime of loneliness!

Zendaya ignored the ancient adage about not engaging with trolls and stood up for a YouTuber being shamed on Twitter.

(via Getty)

It started when a nightmare Twitter account called "Manstagram" posted this obnoxious comment about a YouTube makeup artist:

This is why our first date is running a mile around the track to see if you sweat the makeup off pic.twitter.com/UWxbK7Vwp5

— Manstagram♻️ (@Manstagram_) June 8, 2015

My first reaction is that Sexist Twitter needs to clarify its terrible stance on women and makeup. I thought the party line was that women were supposed to wear extensive makeup all the time to appear flawless. Now, in addition, women are then going to be put through rigorous physical tests to try to undo all of that work, and are still supposed to look like they're wearing perfect makeup? There are so many layers. It's like Inception for misogyny.

Zendaya, the actress, singer, and defender of women everywhere, responded by showing how awesome she is whether she's wearing makeup or not.

@Manstagram_ that awkward moment when this tweet is irrelevant cause she's slaying both ways #wannaborrowmyglassespic.twitter.com/4BXge1Ch4K

— Zendaya (@Zendaya) June 10, 2015

Of course she looks great, but I'm sure Zendaya also doesn't care what the gross Manstagram mastermind thinks about how she looks, with or without makeup. This recent Instagram declaration backs up my theory:

Just real quick.... #behappy

A video posted by Zendaya (@zendaya) on Jun 3, 2015 at 4:15pm PDT

The YouTuber in the original photo was grateful Zendaya had her back.

Women who stick up for women. Thank you @Zendaya and everyone else <3 i love you.

— Shannon (Shaaanxo) (@xoShaaan) June 11, 2015

May we all aspire for our social media personas to be as true to ourselves as Zendaya's already is. And I wouldn't mind a more-than-occasional "preach moment."

A video posted by Zendaya (@zendaya) on Jun 4, 2015 at 8:57pm PDT

You may not know much about makeup, but you know more than your boyfriend.

Makeup artist Kandee Johnson met with boyfriends and girlfriends to allow the guys to pick makeup for their ladies. Johnson met with the boyfriends individually, then made up the girlfriends, and reunited them so they could see their looks. While the boyfriends had mixed reactions, the girls were pretty much uniformly horrified.

I learned a few things from this video: men don't know anything about makeup and hot pink lipstick looks trashy.

Okay, okay, sorry to generalize. I'm sure some women can pull off hot pink lipstick and some men do know that.

And so begins an intriguing new phase in Chris Hemsworth typecasting.

Our receptionist. #whoyougonnacallpic.twitter.com/wGTzs8KdUs
— Paul Feig (@paulfeig) June 10, 2015

Paul Feig, director of the upcoming all-female Ghostbusters movie, made a casting tweet-announcement yesterday. Chris Hemsworth will be the receptionist to the gender-swapped Ghostbusters played by Kristen Wiig, Melissa McCarthy, Leslie Jones, and Kate McKinnon.

(via Leslie Jones)

I probably would have gone with Chris Pine after his goofball singing in Into The Woods, but ultimately I'm happy to see any A-list male actor answering phones for a bunch of badass women. And not just in movies. Hopefully if Hillary Clinton becomes president, she'll hire a bunch of hot guys to be receptionists in the White House to make a statement. Maybe Chris Evans outside the oval office, Chris Messina in the veep's area, and Chris Pratt near the entrance.

Hemsworth already knows some of the female Ghostbusters from hosting SNL. He must have really impressed them with his organizational skills, professional correspondence, and phone manners.

Had a blast tonight @nbcsnl with my THREE brothers and Mum. @LiamHemsworth@Hemsdog#SNL#ThankYoupic.twitter.com/dW9a6E0pPN
— Chris Hemsworth (@chrishemsworth) March 8, 2015

Courtney Barnes witnessed a non-fatal accident in Jackson, Mississippi. The rest is history.

For many people, being interviewed on TV is the only chance for a moment of a fame they'll have in their lifetime. You can hardly blame them for hamming it up a little. On the other hand, some people are just born entertainers, like Courtney Barnes.

This isn't his first time on TV – he's made multiple appearances on So You Think You Can Dance. But he tackles the role of "witness" with just as much gusto as any dance routine, and knocks it out of the goddamn park. There are some real gems in this clip. Here are just a few highlights:

"I'm a witness here."
"…piece of burger from Burger King…"
"…like a torNADO girl!"

This clip is definitely reminiscent of Antoine Dodson, who earned a special place in the Internet's heart by warning us all to hide our kids and hide our wife. We'll just have to wait and see if Courtney Barnes gets the same autotune treatment.

Obviously there are some uncomfortable aspects to laughing at either of these clips, but I at least feel better about this new one. First of all, the officer involved in the accident is OK. Also, Barnes clearly enjoys talking to the reporters, and the fact that he's voluntarily appeared on TV multiple times indicates that he likes this kind of attention. See for yourself:

Case closed.

This is Annie Schwenker.

Annie's the one on the left and she's not dead. (via Twitter)

She used to be an ordinary 17-year-old. Then, she went on a cruise ship with her friends for spring break this year, and became an Internet superstar.

She and her friends were making their way down to a club on the ship when they decided to "rail surf" the rest of the way.

"I was completely sober," Schwenker told BuzzFeed, explaining, "I only fell because I was stupid and let go with my hand which you can't do when you're railing surfing."

Luckily for us, Annie's friends had the foresight to capture her epic fall on Snapchat and share it with the world even when Annie asked them to delete it.

CAN WE PLEASE MAKE THIS GO VIRAL #TBT#SPRINGBREAK2015pic.twitter.com/vOS2nfrg9N
— Maddie Frank (@MaddieFrankk) June 6, 2015

The 9-second clip, in which Annie falls backward over the railing and almost definitely dies (but doesn't die!) has gone viral, with tens of millions of views on Facebook. It's impossible to stop watching.

You'll be glad to know Annie only fell one flight (no biggie) and was totally fine, aside from a fractured rib and bloody lip. And who wouldn't trade a fractured rib for brief Internet fame?

Annie, who got back up and danced the night away before heading to a hospital the next day, seems to be cool with the attention:

When you're casually on a radio show for falling off a railing
— Annie Schwenker (@AnneSchwenker) June 8, 2015

Casual.

Hey, has anyone ever told you that you look like me in every single way?

(via Twin Strangers)

Remember those three friends who are searching for their "twin strangers," people who look exactly like them? They've given themselves one month to do this (although it's already been longer) and people are sending in submissions from around the world. When one of them, Niamh, (above right), found Karen (above left), the video of their meet-up went viral and really made people think deeply about how some people look like some other people.

A premise of the project is the idea that every person has seven Twin Strangers somewhere out there, and that everyone knows and accepts this.

(via Twin Strangers)

I've never heard anyone say that. And I'm glad. Because it's a very creepy idea and if it's true then we are definitely in the early chapters of a YA near-future dystopian novel. Before you know it, we're all going to have to team up with five of our twin strangers to fight the sixth twin stranger who has turned evil.

Niamh is committed to this idea, though, and she made another video of meeting up with a second dopplegänger.

She traveled to Italy to meet Luisa, who does look like her. But not as much as that other girl Karen, right? And Niamh comes off a little defensive when she mentions how they look more alike in person than in photographs and also play with their hair in the same way. Still, the underlying truth remains: it's cool to look at two people who have really similar faces. Congratulations to Niamh and Luisa!

James Harrison's blood contains an antibody that is made into a vaccine that has saved countless children.

James Harrison had one of his lungs removed at the age of 14. His operation was a success even though James had lost a lot of blood. When he learned he was alive thanks to unknown blood donors around Australia, James set out to donate blood himself.

James had to wait until he was 18 to be legally allowed to start donating. Soon, doctors noticed something special about James' blood. There was a very rare antibody—possibly the result of the numerous transfusions—flowing through James that had the potential to save the lives of unborn children.

Rhesus disease is a condition that occurs in pregnancy in which the mother's blood cells attack the blood cells of the fetus. The child's blood cells are treated like foreign bodies and infection by the mother's body. The worst cases of rhesus disease result in death or brain damage for the unborn child. The antibody in James' blood was turned into a vaccine called Anti-D that prevents the production of the attacking antibodies. In Australia, it's estimated that 17% of women are at risk for rhesus disease.

James is now 78 and has donated blood plasma over 1,100 times. His blood is in all of the Anti-D vaccines in Australia, and is responsible for saving lives elsewhere around the world. James claims he's never once watched the needles go in, saying "I can't stand the sight of blood, and I can't stand pain." I mean, what a guy. Every week for decades and he hates it, but someone has to save the babies!

Jemma Falkenmire of the Australia Red Cross Blood Service describes just how important James' donations have been:

"I think James is irreplaceable for us. I don't think anyone will be able to do what he's done, but certainly we do need people to step into his shoes. He will have to retire in the next couple years, and I guess for us the hope is there will be people who will donate, who will also ... have this antibody and become life savers in the same way he has, and all we can do is hope there will be people out there generous enough to do it, and selflessly in the way he's done."

In Australia, you can donate blood until age 81. James continues to donate as much as he can. He has won countless awards for his heroism, but James remains humble, telling CNN that donating his precious blood is "...what I can do. It is my talent. It might be my only talent." This guy has a good head on his shoulders, because I'd be bragging about my special baby-saving blood at parties and work meetings and church and in line at Trader Joe's. I would tell everyone.

Blogger and mother of three Abi Bechtel tweeted this image of a sign she saw at Target in Green, Ohio.

Don't do this, @Targetpic.twitter.com/cfh3cp5Nqa
— Abi Bechtel (@abianne) June 1, 2015

Here's how I imagine Target decided to put up the sign: "We have to distinguish the building sets from the girls' building sets. Building sets are for normal children (boys) who want to build buildings and vehicles. Girls' building sets are for girl children who want to build things for girls, like ponies and feelings. We can't get them mixed up, or else boys and girls might forget that they live in different worlds, or which one is better."

To Target's credit, it's not like this is part of some sexist conspiracy. They're just doing what they have to do to sell toys. In an email to The Daily Dot, a spokesman explained that they tried removing the gender indicators as an experiment. “In those stores," she wrote, "our guest research showed us that guests preferred having a variety of indicators that can help inform and guide their shopping trip. Additionally, on Target.com, when guests shop for toys, they most often begin their search by sorting toys by brand, age and gender."

So are the parents to blame? No, no one is to blame. But that doesn't mean we can't all help to fix it. And Target could make a small difference by taking down this sign, but they already said they won't. And that's fine. It's just a bummer.

Recently, toy companies like GoldieBlox and LEGO have begun marketing building sets aimed specifically at girls. It's a noble effort to get more young girls interested in building, which can't hurt at a time when the fields of science and engineering are desperate to recruit more women. All the same, it's a little disconcerting that girls and boys can't enjoy the same blocks. There's nothing inherently male about a standard LEGO set. Even LEGO seems to have forgotten that, although they understood it back in the 70s, when they included this note in their sets:

Everything about this is awesome.(via Reddit)

Are you satisfied now, America? Are you?!?!

So, how much mustard do you like on your pizza?(via Pizza Hut)

As a former resident of New York City and a current resident of Chicago, I've witnessed the pizza wars from both sides of the fence. I've eaten more than my fair share of both styles, and I have come to appreciate each of them for their specific attributes. This is a topic on which I have lots of opinions. Lots and lots and lots of opinions. But this is not the time for that, because as you can see in the photo above, the pizza world is under assault from something wholly different and strange.

Pizza Hut has just announced that it is going to be offering something called the Hot Dog Bites Pizza here in the United States starting next week. Apparently, this hotdog-pizza hybrid has been fairly popular in the United Kingdom for a number of years now. Though, blood pudding has also been pretty popular over there for at least a couple centuries, so maybe take that into consideration when processing your feelings over this.

I feel like I'm in a unique position to serve as a sort of Jon Snow of pizza eaters. I think it might be my responsibility to unite the East Coast thin crust aficionados (with whom I spent my formative years) with the Midwest deep dish connoisseur I live alongside of today. Despite their many differences, they still believe in pizzas with basically the same ingredients. But this hotdog pizza... This is something else. This is something to be scorned and held at arm's—

Ah, who am I kidding? I'll probably eat three of these by the end of next week. When it comes right down to it, I just like pizza.

Come to think of it, hotdogs are pretty great, too.

Sir Tim Hunt, a 72-year-old British biochemist and Nobel Prize-winner, got in trouble with the Internet law this week for a comment he made at the World Conference of Science Journalists in South Korea.

Maybe you are the distraction, pal.(via Wikipedia)

Hunt said:

"Three things happen when [women] are in the lab: You fall in love with them, they fall in love with you and when you criticize them, they cry."

Oh really? Not surprisingly, women—particularly female scientists—were annoyed by this comment, especially considering how seriously underrepresented women are in science.

Hunt kinda sorta apologized (he said he stood by his words but saying them was "a very stupid thing to do in the presence of all those journalists") and resigned from his job as an honorary professor at University College London.

He told BBC Radio 4:

"I have fallen in love with people in the lab and people in the lab have fallen in love with me and it's very disruptive to the science because it's terribly important that in a lab people are on a level playing field."

Here's what some women scientists on Twitter had to say to that (er, once they'd wiped away their tears enough to tweet):

Just about managed a day in the lab without falling in love with anyone. #WinningAtScience#TimHunt

— Louise Marshall (@LouiseNeuro) June 10, 2015

Mind you, guys in the lab were always checking out my nice rack...#distractinglysexy#TimHuntpic.twitter.com/xT7jpL0hiE

— laura baxter (@scientist_me) June 10, 2015

I am about to finish drafting a major physics review paper BUT I CANNOT SEE THROUGH MY TEARS #TimHunt

— Anna Watts (@drannawatts) June 10, 2015

Hearts in the palm of our hands #distractinglysexy#TimHunt@VagendaMagazinepic.twitter.com/KA1askiwCD

— ash (@ashcl0ud) June 11, 2015

No mascara running, no lovers - but it's only 12.30 #distractinglysexy#TimHuntpic.twitter.com/bMViDqyayb

— Hilary J Anderson (@HilaryAnderson8) June 11, 2015

I made it through these brain dissections without falling in love or crying. Phew! #distractinglysexy#TimHuntpic.twitter.com/q5PVkM9zCx

— Sonja Vernes (@Sonja_Vernes) June 11, 2015

The real problem with women in the lab? They'll call you out and make you feel stupid.

Competitive eater Kevin Strahle tweeted this letter sent to him by PepsiCo.

Just received this from @pepsi on twitter a min agoIt is my duty to share it with all of you. #BringBackCrystalPEPSIpic.twitter.com/hyTbH5spbL
— L.A. Beast (@KevLAbeast) June 8, 2015

If you're older than 25, you probably remember Crystal Pepsi. It came in at the height of the clear cola craze in '92, and disappeared just a few months later. Apparently, the novelty of Pepsi without food dye in it wore off pretty quickly. Still, the soda maintained a cult following of fans who have been clamoring for more than 20 years for its return. None of them have been more vocal than competitive eater/YouTube star Kevin Strahle, A.K.A. L.A. Beast.

It's fitting, then, that Strahle was the first to hear that Crystal Pepsi may return. The @Pepsi Twitter account privately sent him this letter, which he tweeted for all his fans to see. It's not a promise, but it is one hell of a tease. Let's just say that Pepsi's plans are pretty… transparent.

If you're not craving a Crystal Pepsi already, this vintage commercial will get you thirsty:

And here's the time Kevin Strahle actually managed to find and drink a 20-year-old bottle. Warning: he totally pukes it up.