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Available in two gorgeous colourways (rose and bleu), The Petit Eiffel is an aesthetic delight. Though most bullets are a slender bullet shape (hence the name), this toy offers vaginas something a bit different. Rather than being rounded for even distribution of stimulation, this seven-speed vibrator is shaped like its namesake and is more like a cone — with multiple squared ridges, flat surfaces, and a narrow flutter tip at the top for varied sensations. This is great for users who want to switch between broad and precise clitoral stimulation. The Petit Eiffel has both. So, naturally, I had to take a trip to this tourist attraction to see which of its ultra-powerful speeds worked for me.
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If anyone can pull off the tights-as-pants look that’s been popping up everywhere in 2023, it’s Suki Waterhouse—and she knows it. I presume that’s why she decided to make the trend even more risqué than going pants-less is by trading in the minimal briefs that’ve gone hand in hand with the trend ever since it first went viral following Bottega Veneta’s S/S 23 runway show last September for a denim version. Might I add that she wore the micro jorts to do press on the top of the Empire State Building? (Casual.)
It was revelatory. After months of excruciating self-reflection that, at times, saw me in my local park hysterically crying like a banshee, I discovered that absolutely none of my behaviour had been the result of some curse placed upon me at birth. My choices of men were a form of self-sabotage. I went after those who were chronically unavailable to me, and ran from those who weren’t. Either way, I ensured that I was the one who remained unavailable. Through therapy, I began to chart my catalogue of unhealthy behaviours from under-eating and then bingeing, to regularly drinking to excess. They all stemmed from the same place: a pathological fear of my feelings. Instead of confronting the emptiness I felt inside, I had learnt to numb the sadness and fear by fixating on restricting food or dulling my senses with alcohol or Netflix. Attachment theory is talked about a lot nowadays, and it transpired I was a textbook fearful avoidant: anxious for love and affection, yet also terrified of it.
