What’s What: Bro’ing out and wash instructions

Here’s the stuff you should be checking out on the web.

Sexism rules, apparently
Emma Barnett, the award winning journalist at the UK’s Daily Telegraph, was shocked to find a different form of cleaning instructions in her boyfriend’s trousers. The chinos from Madhouse had the usual washing instructions, followed by ” – or – give it to your woman, it’s her job”. To this, she breaks down the exact reasoning why she took offense to it, from the Neanderthal way of labeling females as “Your Woman” to the implication that it’s the woman’s job. After tweeting about it, she was inundated by comments to “lighten up” and “learn to take a joke” to the hundreds of tweeters shocked and ready to boycott Madhouse for their choice in tag words. What do we think? Take the trousers from “Your Man” and accidentally break a pen in the washer when doing “your job”.

WTF QR Codes
You’ve seen them all over the place, those boxes of alien-type design meant to be scanned by your smart phone.  And while meant to be a convenient way for consumers to be led to the website being advertised, it appears some advertisers are missing the point.  One website has captured the ridiculousness by collecting photos of misquided QR codes – including the codes that rest on tombstones, flying overhead on plane signs, on larger than life freeway billboards, and the QR code that rests on a website that leads to….the website.

Hello
As if Lionel Ritchie’s hit song could get any cooler, this just brought it over the top.

Public FB break-up
Bad tattoos are one thing.  But a bad tattoo of a guy you’ve been dating for only a week can lead to one of the most train-wreck worthiest break-ups ever…all in front of thousands of your closest Facebook friends – and the rest of the world.

Bro’d out
Prepping for the release of “On the Bro’d“, the re-translated Jack Keroac’s “On the Road” for the bros, the creators take the classics and translate it into a language you can get down wit’.  (caution: contains some foul language)

by Crissi Dillon, who doesn’t know how that huge bleach stain got on your favorite pants, babe….