We miss Mystery Science Theater 3000! It used to inspire us to say catty things about low-budget science fiction like; “Robin Kurtz’s limber body may be the only thing in ‘Earthkiller’ that doesn’t look fake and cheap!”

We never know what to wear to job interviews when we wanna look respectable yet persuasive. Maybe we should take a cue from Rosie Jones and match a fierce blazer with some garter-patterned tights and … um…not much else!

First it was safety pins already on clothes at the mall. Then came designer jeans pre-ripped and fucked up with cheese graters. Then tights came outta the package looking like they’d seen the wrong side of too many sunrises. Now, smoldering nude models are sporting panties that look like they wore them to a Limp Wrist show. Sorta.

We love big-budget dungeon scenes with high concepts and expensive equipment as much as the next guy. But there’s a certain charm to Femme Domme lovin in every day settings. It reminds us any ordinary person you pass on the street or sit across from at the office could be a strap-on wielding Dominatrixes or her adorably devoted slave.

The coolest thing about seeing actresses who usually appear in ethereal faerie films or proper British costume dramas out and about in contemporary clothes is that it feels naughty just to see their ankles. Then when we see their panties, we feel downright perverted.