Last week, Double X contributor Lauren Bans took a hard line on the term “douchebag.” According to Bans’ definition, “a douchebag is a very specific sub-segment of the asshole population . . . the douchebag label necessitates a middle-class or higher wealth level, a gross adherence to fratty mainstream tastes (think popped collars and bars in midtown Manhattan), and a rather pretentious pride in that specific way of life.”

One of the problems with crafting a reliable definition of “douchebag” is that the term is built from the outside. Nobody wants to identify as a douchebag. And so, each individual’s interpretation of the term will necessarily exclude characteristics which they share.

Not so with the term “bro.”

Read More “What Maketh a Bro?” »

When Doug Banker launched BroBible.com, the world’s first online “brocial network,” last October, he hoped to create “an outlet on the Internet where [bros] can truly express themselves.” In an interview, Banker insisted he was committed to reaching out to all bros:

Read More “Brocial Network Takes Next Logical Step: Funny Sex Videos, Bro” »

Once in a while, Fishbowl D.C. really bros out on us. Every year, we all must endure the Hottest Media Types contest and the shameless self-promotion surrounding it. But nearly each and every week, we fight another silent, creeping bro-dom from the Web site: The Fishbowl D.C. Photo Caption Contest.

This week’s contest was true to form: It featured a photo of President Bush appearing to prepare to slap the ass of a member of the U.S. Women’s Beach Volleyball Team, then asked readers to create a funny caption to illustrate the visual. (Note: This is at least the second in Fishbowl’s ass-slapping-themed photo series). These were the finalists:

May-Treanor shows President Bush her finesse, and he goes for the kill.

Now that’s what I call a weapon of mass destruction!

President Bush executes a ‘sneak-and-peak’ search warrant on the U.S. women’s volleyball team

I sure hope Laura is not looking.

It’s just like foreign policy and Iraq: Hit it and quit it!

Mr. President, I poop on your foreign policy!

That’s funny, Laura has the same tattoo.

Here…pull my finger, or do I pull yours?

Nothing yet, keep pushing.

“Now that’s what I call a weapon of mass destruction!” was the best D.C. media could do. Do we have only ourselves to blame? Or is there simply no way to resist the groan-inducing, frat-ready punchline when presented with month-and-a-half-old Presidential bikini shots and homosocial baseball embraces?