Last Monday, Lori Gottlieb—author of Marry Him: The Case for Settling for Mr. Good Enough—joined us in a live telechat hosted by the dating makeover coach Kira Sabin and our own Melanie Gorman. She joined women across the country who were tuning in via their telephones and submitted herself to our questions and pleas for love enlightenment. The meat of her message? We're not keeping ourselves open to love.
Redbook magazine editor in chief Stacy Morrison's new memoir, Falling Apart in One Piece (just out in bookstores), is a true confessional in every sense: Subtitled "One optimist's journey through the hell of divorce," the book begins just as Morrison's marriage begins to end. One minute she's swishing arugula through the salad spinner, and the next she's hearing her husband say, simply, that he's done. Here's her story.
Why, we all seem to ask, do men always seem to zone out when we tell them about a bad day? And better yet, why do they say that they can't get enough of us and then ogle longingly at the next barely-dressed stranger to pass him by like she's a piece of meat? According to Louann Brizendine, M.D. and her new book The Male Brain, it's all part of the male mind, and he is NOT alone. Maybe mom was onto something during those times when all she had to say about your father was a grumbled, "he is such a man". Male minds do, indeed, work different than their female counterparts.
As a young girl—ovaries yet to ripen and hymen still in intact—reading Judy Blume books were like porn for me … educational porn. These were the pre-internet days, before I could Google "funny feeling down there" or "penis, hard-on." All I had was my imagination and my canon of Judy Blume books to aid my highly curious pre-teen mind. They were a permanent Sharpie mark on my burgeoning deviant mind.
We were appalled to read that researchers are blaming Facebook, of all things, for increased syphilis outbreaks in the U.K. Last year, Durham, Sunderland, and Teesside, the regions where Facebook is most popular, reported four times more than the usual number of syphilis cases. In an interview with The Telegraph, Professor Peter Kelly, director of public health in Teesside, speculated that social networking websites have made it easier for people to meet strangers for casual sex.
The authors of Undateable—a compendium of 311 things men do, say or wear that renders them... well... undateable—interviewed "hundreds of smart, funny, normal women" in an effort to pin down the top red flags and deal breakers men can be guilty of. Flipping through, however, we began to wonder if the average woman was rendering herself undateable... simply by being so judgy.
From a twice-married woman who seems to have experienced it all (she's rumored to have had an affair with Marlon Brando), Jackie Collins shares her thoughts with YourTango on romance, her love for Paris Hilton and why one should never use the word "small" in bed.
A 2006 Pew Research study found that about a quarter of unmarried Americans (23 million) say they are in unmarried committed romantic relationships. A slice of this population is what I dub "a little bit married": They live together, go on each other's family vacations and own pets together, but aren't yet engaged. In my new book, A Little Bit Married: How to Know When It's Time to Walk Down The Aisle or Out the Door, I conclude that "a little bit married" (ALBM) is a recent cultural phenomenon, taking place especially among college-educated, upwardly mobile, twenty- and thirty-somethings.
Just as dangerous as drunk dialing, we get the feeling that drunk texting is even more pervasive. Why? Because—in much the same way that hiding behind a computer screen makes anonymous commenters feel undeservedly emboldened—texting instead of talking is way less scary, especially when you're subconsciously aware of the fact that the item you're texting will come back to bite you in the booty. Have you fallen prey to the lure of the drunk text? Even if you have, we're sure you can still appreciate the texts featured in Texts From Last Night.
This coming Friday, February 12, Susan Shapiro—the author of novel Speed Shrinking—is hosting a Speed Shrinking for Love Party at the Washington Square Institute, from 7-9 p.m. The relationship-challenged and lovelorn are invited to come and watch 16 shrinks, relationship gurus, agents and editors answer the question: How do I find my true love faster?
I've said this a thousand times: Romance is actually the number one issue in relationships where women feel dissatisfied. Sure, that's a sweeping generalization, but I'm pretty sure if you give me fifteen minutes alone with any woman, I could get her all riled up about romance. "What? He never makes you breakfast in bed? What? It was a decade ago since you've gotten flowers? What? He can spend twenty minutes rubbing the dog's belly, but never yours?" As a woman, I want more romance. It happens in movies. Why can't it happen in real life?
The parent of a fifth-grader was disturbed when his son looked up "oral sex" in Merriam Webster's 10th edition and found a definition with the word "genitals." "Oral stimulation of the genitals" in fact, was the exact definition. The nerve! Our question: why is this inappropriate? It is called "oral sex" afterall. Is the fact that gentials are involved supposed to be a shocker?
So, you got dumped. It happens to the best of us. We want to help you break the cycle of Sara Lee and "Hoarders" reruns, so we've come up with a list of (gasp!) books to occupy your time and keep your mind off the man that got away better than any Kate Hudson movie ever could.
As YourTango partners up with Dear John to bring you even more content about love, we thought it worth showering the film's two stars—Channing Tatum and Amanda Seyfried as, respectively, an enlisted soldier and a college student in love—with some much-deserved adulation. We've admired Amanda since her turn as Karen in 2004's Mean Girls. She's since shone on the small screen as the oldest child of the polygamous Henrickson family in HBO's Big Love, and she fought (and kissed) a zombified Megan Fox in Jennifer's Body. In addition to her acting resume, Seyfried's always struck us as one of Hollywood's more intelligent and grounded starlets.
OK. We know. Nicholas Sparks can be corny. Our moms like him and, no, he's no Dostoevsky. But hear us out. With four of his books already adapted into film, and two more slated for 2010—including the forthcoming Dear John—perhaps its worth considering that Sparks knows something about love that we don't. In ascending order, here are the top 10 reasons we can't get enough of Nicholas Sparks.