My favorite gender-specific product, ever.
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By the time I was twelve years old I'd had eight different addresses.
I'm a lot less nomadic these days.
These are my adventures in the unlikely condition called home.
Other Dandy Places to Visit
- Avondale Logan Square Crime Blotter
- Bike Fancy
- Briantown/Blogtown
- Ding Ding Let's Ride
- East Side Queenie
- From the City to the Country
- Good Food for All
- House in the Country, House in Town
- Lazy MF
- Mint Jellie: Because we're on the lam
- Nonagon
- Orangette
- Romantoes
- The Tiny Aviary
- The Urbanophile
- This is a Cocktail Blog (Tales from the Whistler, Chicago)
- TLyn Paintings
- Vote With Your Feet
- Walkable Neighborhoods
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I saw this post, and now feel the urge to jump in my car and head out to Mitsuwa grocery and fill my shopping cart with both genders of Pocky!
Be sure to store them in close proximity: maybe they'll make heaps of baby Pocky! (if only)
You would not believe how hard it was to get men to eat the Pocky from the pink box with panda bears.
Yet I'll risk hair on my chest for these delicious, dark chocolate, red-blooded Pocky.
Does this suggest that eating chocolate will *make* you pocky (as we were always told in junior-high sex ed), or that only pocky men can eat it? Oh, just when I thought I had the whole gender thing sorted out, they go and throw *this* wrench in there...
I can say from experience that eating this particular Pocky makes me not pocky at all, but rosy- cheeked and blissful.
Better yet, I just discovered a place two blocks from work where I can buy them by the box (plus all their fey, lily-livered cousins, like chocolate almond and strawberry yogurt. Wimps).
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