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Women Don’t Sweat!
Every second evening, on returning home from a run, my boyfriend always says to me that i mustn’t be working hard enough or moving quick enough due to the fact that I am not dripping with sweat, to which I always snap back,’I don’t sweat’……I thought that maybe my boyfriend was correct and that I actually don’t push myself as much as I could. I mean I go running in thick sweatpants, 2 tight T-shirts and one of my old, thick hoodies, the reason I layer up the casual clothing so much is so that I sweat out more calories…but I don’t sweat at all!!
Well don’t fear women, no sweat literally means no sweat as far as women are concerned.
According to new research women really do sweat far less than men, particularly during periods of intensive exercise. On average, they tend to perspire half as much as men after similar amounts of physical activity in the same temperatures. Scientists believe that this is because thousands of years ago, due to men being the hunter/gathers, men evolved to sweat more than women as they tended to be more active.
So, there we have it ladies, it’s not that we are not working hard enough or pushing ourselves enough, it is simply down to science and history, so the next time you claim you have been for a run when infact you had a glass of wine round your friends and so didn’t even get out of the door, your other half may infact have to believe you…..
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No Sweatshops here-just ethically made casual clothing!
According to undercover research, many highstreet men’s, women’s, and Kid’s clothing are either made or packaged in ‘sweatshops’.
It has recently been claimed that British factories producing casual clothing and other garments for High Street retailers are, in some cases, no different to the horrific overseas sweatshops where children aswell as adults are exploited for next to no rewards. Many of the employees in these British factories are paid as little as £2.50 an hour, which is less than half the minimum wage of £5.93. The workers are also regularly threatened with the sack if they do not work faster to meet tough targets set by aggressive supervisors who can only be described as heartless animals.
High Street giant Primark was last year caught up in claims that some of its clothing was made in British sweatshops. Investigators discovered a factory in Manchester where illegal immigrants had to work 12-hour days for half the minimum wage, which of course is illegal in this country aswell as being classed as exploitation.
Aswell as Primark, many other High street retailers have been accused of using sweatshops to produce and package their clothing, although most of these sweatshops are not in England but in countries mainly in the Far East.
Here at UOW we can 100% guarantee that all of our casual clothing is ethically made with the highest of quality going into our threads……so don’t bother with the high street, for 100% ethically made men’s sweatshirts, women’s hoodies, men’s sweatpants, kids hoodies and much more, come to us here at University of Whatever, we can assure you that you will not be disappointed!
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COD, sweatpants and the sofa!
As I am writing this blog, I am sat in my bed in big cosy sweatshirts with my office sprawled around me, in dismay. You see the thing is unless I would like to feel like I am living in WWIII the downstairs of my house appears strictly off limits to me, or anyone else for that matter!
And the reason behind this, one word, COD!
Yes that’s right, for the past three years now, every November this occurs. However, not only is one COD addict bad enough, but I live with two of them and as we speak they are sat downstairs slobbed on the sofa in their sweatpants, hoodies and other casual clothing, swearing at the television screens (and by screens I mean 2 televisions next to each other…sad!).
I think I would get more conversation out of a deaf mute right now to be honest with you! I have to repeat myself 4 or 5 times to get an answer to a simple question and even then I don’t think he knows what I just asked him!
But seriously, I feel like my life is temporarily over. It is like I have been put on a time spending fast as far as my boyfriend is concerned, especially when I ask ‘can we spend Friday night together, with no COD’ and all I appear to get a blank stare and a look that says ‘are you kidding me’.
So, all I can do for now is sit tight and wait until he gets board of the game, or wants something!
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Could computer games in sweatpants kill your relationship?
For the third night in a row now I have gone to bed alone, only to be followed by my boyfriend numerous hours later. And the reason for this, the new Call of Duty Black Ops game of course.
Now to be honest this doesn’t bother me as we have agreed that this only happens in the week when I am too tired from work to give a shit, and so I don’t mind leaving him downstairs in his hoodies, comfy T-shirts and sweatpants with his square eyes and games console!
The weekends, however, are a different matter. The weekends are our time as a couple, even if we are only lounging around the house in our casual clothing with a pizza and a bottle of wine, and gaming time over this period in a non-compromiseable!
I bring this matter to light as recent research has stated that a growing male obsession with computer games is taking a heavy toll on relationships and romance.
It is claimed that more than 5 per cent of gaming enthusiasts admit the hobby has cost them a relationship.
In turn over half of the women whose partners own consoles said they were ‘jealous’ of the amount of time dedicated to the habit. Perhaps that’s not surprising, as one in ten men confessed to having rejected a night with their partner in favour of more time on their console.
The study found the Call of Duty series were the games most likely to cause problems in a relationship, along with Football Manager, Grand Theft Auto, Fifa and Medal of Honour.
This is all very well and good, but I don’t see all the fuss to be honest. I mean jealous of a console, come on girls. Surely jealousy ruins a relationship more than a game does?
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Did You Get Dressed In The Dark There Dear-casual clothing mistakes!
I love people watching, or people ridiculing as my mother would call it. It really does interest me watching people, it can also be quite amusing at times, making up scenarios and stories to go with a specific person, or attempting to concoct a reason as to why someone as good looking as him is with a munter like her! There is one thing, however, that baffles me when it comes to people watching, and that is people’s sense of style and choice of dress code. Sometimes they look like they have gotten dressed in the dark, or have been dressed by the blind!
Classic example, the other day I was walking through Sainsbury’s, when I was confronted by what can only be described as the cookie monsters less attractive sister…..I mean this girl (if you can call her that) had bright pink hair for starters, way too much fake tan on and red lipstick (yes red lipstick with pink hair) what a fatal error! To make matters worse, however, she had on a monstrosity of badly fitted and badly chosen casual clothing.
I will describe this wardrobe malfunction to you simply as an out of space experience. Firstly she had on a pink pair of velor sweatpants which were scruffily tucked into her uber tacky black leather ankle boots (it gets worse). She accompanied this look with what she obviously thought was a layering of cool T-shirts (since when has a purple T-shirt reading the words ‘princess’, over a black T-shirt ever been cool?). Then to finish off the look, she had on what can only be described as one of her granddads sweatshirts……my eyes, my eyes.
I literally wanted to vomit in my own mouth, what is wrong with these people’s sight?
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My Clothing Is Maternity Wear….Great!
So one of my lovely friends is having a baby eeek…excited god-mummy to be. Now my friend is skinny and I am a regular size 12, not too porky, not a bad size, I thought……well I was wrong, I felt fat as anything the other day when she asked me if she could borrow some of my clothes due to maternity wear being so expensive, I literally wanted the ground to swallow me up and never spit me back out!
I mean, there’s an insult if ever I have heard one (and no I don’t believe I was being too sensitive over this one). If she wasn’t my friend and if she wasn’t pregnant, then I believe I would give her a good kick and a slap for that one.
Not only did this accidental insult nearly reduce me to tears, it also sent me into a state of panic of thinking whether general day to day people look at me and thinks that I am pregnant!
Anyway, as the good friend that I am, I leant my friend her maternity wear, which now leaves me with somewhat of an empty wardrobe. However, there is a positive to this tale as due to her now possessing half of my wardrobe, I now have the excuse to live in my sweatpants, hoodies, sweatshirts, and my collection of cool-T-shirts as they are not quite long enough to fit over the lanky girls belly button….every cloud has a silver lining and all that shit!
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Men’s Casual Clothing!
It has come to my recent attention when asked what I find attractive in a man, that I like men in casual yet cool clothing with an air of ruggedness about them. Thinking more on this question I realised that I never appear to eye up a bloke whilst out on the town as they appear too spruced up, that you don’t actually know what they are really like as a person.
Don’t get me wrong, I love it when my boyfriend dresses up and looks dapper, but only because I know he is not vein all the time as I believe that there is nothing less appealing than a man who looks like he has spent hours in front of the mirror perfecting his barnett. I fancy my boyfriend the most when he looks relaxed, in his hoodies, sweatpants, cool T-shirts and a little un-shaven and rugged (well as rugged as he can considering he is blonde haired and blue eyed).
You see my main pet hates are arrogance and vainness. I mean don’t get me wrong I love a man who looks after himself but not one who obsesses over their looks and then believes that they are gods bloody gift to women.
As my boyfriend always says he prefers me without make-up on and in my women’s hoodies and sweatpants as this is when I apparently look my most natural, well this is the look I like on him too, no pretence, just a relaxed, natural look……gets me every time!
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Strictly Not Comfortable, sportswear = sweatpants!
Now I know strictly come dancing is obviously all about dancing, and the glitz, colour, feathers and sequins come of course with dancing, but seriously, the attire they wear, to me, looks neither appropriate nor comfortable sportswear to be cavorting and moving around in. I am surprised to this day that no one has sneakily flashed a nipple at the audience!
To me, sportswear should consist of shorts or sweatpants (depending on the weather), a sports bra for the ladies (which BBC should really invest in one for Anne Widdecombe, as she fills my Saturday nights with fear due to her lack of support) and appropriate T-shirts, hoodies or Zip hoodies to complete the sporting/exercise look. But no, instead they appear to be wearing next to noting Lycra split up to the crotch, far too many sequins along with far too much make-up.
It’s almost as though it’s not a sporting competition, but a competition for lonely sexual predators to watch on a Saturday night with a box of tissues at the ready. I mean seriously they have a number of very pretty girls in very short dresses, and then they spice it up by putting a couple of Milfs or Gilfs as they most probably are in the mix, this is further accompanied by a few munters, this is obviously for the benefit of the more mature viewers who are used to searching for that type of thing on porn websites!
So there we have it, rant over, sportswear should be sportswear and a sporting competition should be just that and not a sluts r us competition!
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London Baby…the pigeon and my sweatshirts!
So, the other day I was sat on the sofa munching on my Friday night takeaway in my sweatpants, hoodies and slippers! When to my surprise I was told to get up and smarten up as I was being whisked off for a weekend in London town!
The weekend began with a trip to the theatre to watch ‘Phantom of the Opera’ which was truly the most amazing thing I have ever seen in my life! This was followed by Italian food and copious amounts of white wine!
The next day we decided to have a typical London tourist day (even though we’ve been there a million times before). We visited the natural history museum (or the museum of boredom as it is now to be known to me as) and the London Dungeons.
We then went on to Covent Garden for lunch, which was lovely until a pigeon shat on my new cashmere sweatshirt! I hate pigeons as it is without them ganging up on me! So in to a shop we dashed, where not one but two new sweatshirts were purchased, so all ended well, phew!
Later that evening we were both absolutely shattered, so we didn’t bother going to the comedy club wed brought tickets to, no instead we donned on our casual clothing, brought plenty of wine and gorgeous foods and watched x factor.
All in all, my beloved boyfriend did well, the weekend was beautiful, the food gorgeous and the company fabulous, however, I still hate pigeons!
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Guns, Violence and my boyfriend in his sweatpants!
I don’t mean to offend anyone here, but don’t you just hate it when Jehovah Witnesses knock on your door!
You see I am very polite when someone knocks on my door and so I always answer it even though me and my boyfriend have both given each other the blank stare that says ‘well it’s not for me’.
Anyway the doorbell rang the other day, so I dragged myself up out of the sofa in my sweatpants and my boyfriends new ohh so fleecy-warm men’s hoodies (yes not one but two as our house is bitterly freezing) and answered the door….big mistake! There in front of me stood not one, but two Jehovah witnesses with matching T-shirts on saying ‘love god and he will love you in return’. I was trapped with no way out as I don’t have the heart to say no and close the door, so I let them say their piece……..23 minutes later and I am still at the bloody door listening to them go on about how much violence there is in the world and how gun crime statistics are rising.
Finally after the 23 minutes was up and they left, it suddenly clicked when I turned around and regained my place on the sofa….. the reason they stayed at the door was because, lazily in the background was my hung-over boyfriend slouched on the sofa in his sweatshirt’s (again not just one) and sweatpants playing call of Duty, which is a severely violent game.
So it is then that I realize that the whole time they were talking, there were ferocious gun shots constantly going off as background, no wonder they kept me there so long, they were obviously trying to rehabilitate me and my violent game playing boyfriend !!!
