Casual encounters with a stranger can sometimes be hard to find, despite the large number of willing singles guaranteed to be near you right at this very moment. Fortunately, the internet provides each and every one of us — regardless of looks or charm — with the opportunity to "sell" ourselves online to a suitable (or completely unsuitable, as the case may be) woman, man or “other.”
I tend to pick my lipstick shade based on the season, sometimes I will stray from that if my outfit calls for it. In the warmer months like spring and summer I like to go for a hot red. In the colder months like fall and winter I go for a dark plum. But apparently these colors say a lot about my personality according to a new survey!
When I was younger, my deepest friendships were always with guys. To this day, some of my most important relationships are with guy friends, and this has given me a unique insight that my friends who are “girls’ girls” sometimes miss out on.
It seems like since the beginning of time women of different hair color has been pitted against each other. Sometimes it would be based on stupid stereotypes like blondes being dumb, while brunettes are brainy. Then there is the saying "blondes have more fun." But is that true when it comes to having fun in the sack?
You believe in America and opportunity and why-can’t-we-all-just-get-along. You judge not-by-the-color-of-their-skin-by-the-content-of-their-character. You type it again, and again, in anger at the accusations you hear behind the discussions. Seeing race is racist, you insist. But you don’t say racist against whom. You want to believe. You deeply, desperately cling to the Lady Liberty lullaby: we are all equal; we all have the same opportunities for life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. American the Beautiful believes in bootstraps, and pulling itself up by them – like you did, like your father/uncle/grandfather/mother did. Colorblindness is an integral part of that belief. After all, justice is blind.
It's pretty tough for me to even imagine having the sex talk with my kids yet. They're still so young; one of them is just getting ready to walk; my oldest one is in Kindergarten. Yet, sex is everywhere. It's unavoidable. From burger ads on the TV to basically half of what's online at any given moment, the basic urge to get laid hovers over each and every human being like the sun in the sky. And that's not necessarily a bad thing, really. In fact, it's perfectly natural, this whole sex thing. It's a pretty cool part of being alive.
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I’m a big fan of good sex and I think we all deserve it as much as life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. I’ve also been married for a decade and have to admit that sometimes the daily grind of doing life together can make the “doing it” a little less exciting. But I refuse to fall victim to bedroom boredom just because I’m betrothed. Here’s how to take keep the monotony out of your matrimony:
I don’t want kids. When I tell people that the response is one of three: I am told I will change my mind, I am selfish and it is somehow my duty to procreate, or that it’s awesome that I know what I want and that I’m not conforming to pressure. The latter group is, nine times out of 10, women who feel the same as me.
There are things that older parents say to me that just stick with me. And when they tell me to "cherish it", what I REALLY want to say is NO. Why do older parents forget the oppression of fatigue and anguish?