Hate to disappoint, but this race is over. A little too naughty maybe? Or does it go deeper?
In case you weren't aware, there is a contest in NYC called the Smallest Penis in Brooklyn contest (no, seriously). Last year's winner, Nick Gilronan, is pretty much a hero. He told an interviewer, "The size of a man's penis does not matter for who he is as a person or in a relationship." And we couldn't agree more.
A new study has found that casual sex, if you like it, of course, can actually be good for you, but, as I said, ONLY if you like it. Which actually makes a whole boatload of sense, because who does things they don't like anyway?
A new kind of oddness has surfaced on the web. An artist has taken classic Disney princesses and turned them into rape awareness posters.
Typically, our society totally dismisses cheaters as being completely bad people with absolutely zero redeeming qualities. But is it right to simplify them like this? Oftentimes, when one begins telling the story of how he or she was cheated on, the listener won't need a single additional detail before concluding that the cheater is morally corrupted and should be exiled. Does cheating always mean the person possesses a severe character flaw?
Is your favorite World Cup team failing or winning because of their attitude towards pre-game sex?
You'd think it would be obvious, but alas, people can say some pretty stupid things when it comes to interracial dating and relationships. Read on for some common things people hear when they're in an interracial relationship (that they really could do without).
Date coming up? Science says to start focusing on the material things you'll bring with you, like your sunglasses, what perfume you'll wear and whether or not you're planning on shaving the day of.
The next time you're at a loss for words, try one of these totally genius conversation starters to get your date to crack open like a nut. Who knows? That stranger could become the next love of your life (or at least, a fun hookup).
Last summer, I was charmed by a particularly boyish (and slightly younger) dude. Eventually his boyishness became less charming. And then confusing. And then mildly infuriating. After a while I realized I was basically having a middle-school romance ... in my 30s. Sound fun? Here's how it's done.