Archive for March, 2010


the 411 on DWW

“I started the band Down With Webster 12 years ago, and I’m still at it. You can do anything you put your mind to…as long as you don’t suck.”

-Tyler Armes, bass/keys for Down With Webster.

Down With Webster is a Toronto-based progressive/hip-hop/pop band.  The band consists of seven “musical friends” that came together in grade eight for a school assignment.  Even though they’re not all a part of the original seven, they have all been friends since middle school.

Since then, they have experienced many successes.  Superstar record producer Timbaland was quoted saying that DWW was “the illest group I’ve ever seen live in person, and you know I’m hard to please.  That group is the most amazing and creative, innovative group that’s going to come out in 2010.”

They attribute their gradual growth to determination.  “We’re relentless.”

So who makes up this unique group?

Bucky on vocals is usually the sweatiest of the bunch.  He radiates heart-pounding energy to the audience to make them jump up and rap along.

Cam’s laid-back rapping style confidently allows the spotlight to stray from him.

Marty will typically be found in boxer briefs, sneakers and knee-high socks, banging the drums and rockin’ a fro.

Kap is the little man with big hype.  Toting a backpack and megaphone, he pushes the excitement level of the crowd to the maximum.

Pat works the guitar and vocals.  Known lovingly as Riff-Raff, his messy hair, plaid shirts and smooth singing voice make him a deserving front man.

Tyler’s calm nature lets him multi-task on-stage.  He handles the bass and keys with brooding poise.

Diggy holds down the fort.  While the rest of the band dazzles the crowd with bustling vigor, Diggy deejays in the background.

With seven eclectic guys in a band, you’d think that it would be chaotic.  But the fact they have known each other for such a long time makes them capable of seeing everyone’s strengths and weaknesses.   Plus, they have one rule: No ego!


“Exercise your right to be informed”

Caroline Myers flicks her hand “Yeah I’ve been cheated on—by every single long-term boyfriend I have ever had.”

Caroline is a 31-year-old nursing student.  She has been single for five years now.

“You always want to find out and if I had to find out on a T.V. show, I’d do it.”

It’s exactly this vulnerability that reality television shows like Cheaters prey on for ratings.

“Exercise your right to be informed” is the motto of Cheaters.  This is a show that invites people who think their spouse is being unfaithful, to have private investigators follow them around to see if their suspicions are true.

The catch—you have to find out along with the rest of America.

Each half-hour episode begins with the “victimized” spouse explaining their suspicions.  Usually it’s that they aren’t around that much anymore, they make excuses for missing dates, or they are no longer sexually interested.

Then, the private investigators of the show do a full on sting.   They follow the suspected cheater to work, they tap their phone calls, and they will wait outside of a house or restaurant for hours to catch a glimpse of him/her in the act.

When they have all the proof they need, they get the spouse that originally contacted them and get them on location.  They hide out in the producer’s car where they disclose all the information that they have gathered.

Then the moment that the cheater surfaces from the house or the restaurant where they have been canoodling with another—attack.

They quickly intercept the cheating spouse with cameras and lights and of course—the crying victim.

The show clearly defines the characters:  A heroic television show that liberates the victim by bringing the cheater to justice.

But in real life, things often aren’t so black and white.

After years of figuring out why she keeps getting abandoned, Caroline believes that it’s “Because they ain’t getting what they need at home…we want different things, and resentment builds.  Guys need appreciation and trust.  Women need validation and intimacy.”


Why wash panties when you can sell them dirty?

Chloe describes herself as “a cute, all american girl with a kinky side.”

Chloe is the proud proprietor of, a website that sells her dirty panties.

That’s right.

Those sweaty knickers that you peel off your body at the end the day can earn you up to $200 a pair.

Most of the demand is from men seeking soiled women’ underpants. And ladies are taking advantage of the easy money by posting and selling their previously worn undies online.

“Two-hundred bucks for underwear? I wasn’t up for posing in my panties, but I could totally do that! Unlike sex for money, selling used underwear didn’t feel inherently sleazy or immoral.”  Says a journalist student that gave the money-making idea a try.  The internet is a popular way to get the items on the market and gives most girls a sense of anonymity. But, before they buy, most men request to see a picture of the seller first.  “When I said no pictures of my face and no pictures of me in the panties, the responses dried up.”

The major classified or auctions sites have  filters that will delete profiles that advertise any sexually explicit content.  So suppliers use code words on the high-traffic sites to avoid having their products removed. Once they know someone is interested, they refer the customer back to their personal blog or website. This is where the girls are free to post pictures of themselves modeling the merchandise.

On, Chloe  posts pictures of herself in a variety of different panties and urges visitors to vote on the types they prefer.  Visitors like Mike express their gratitude by posting comments under their favourites”…that 2nd shot with your back arched like that, mmm hmmm mmm. So wonderful of you to share!”

Chloe is just one of the many girls that sell their skivvies for cash.  Girls will use different gimmicks to set themselves apart from the competition.  One proprietor will show you the receipt for a new set of panties, then send you photos of her wearing them.  Another girl advertises that she will wear the same pair of underthings for three days, then send them to you in a zip lock bag.

Although this may seem like a shocking new idea, it isn’t. At least not in Japan where they have been selling school-girls’ panties in vending machines and porno stores since the early nineties. And, the more heavily soiled they are, the more they are worth.

Tag lines vary from site to site, but most of them all say the same thing “we wear your request and then send them to you dirty and smelling of our intimate parts.”

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