How to deal when a sibling schedules his or her wedding within weeks of yours.
I'm getting married in August and have been planning the wedding for over a year, so the date has been set for a while now. My brother—my only sibling—got engaged last weekend. I love him and his fiancée, but I was very upset when I found out today that they are planning to get married a mere six weeks before I do.
A study finds boy rats with sisters aren't sexually popular. What about human men?
A study out of the University of Texas at Austin concluded that girl rats are less sexually excited by male rats who grew up with a lot of sisters. Is there any truth to this with human men?
A do. What could be better? You already know his sister loves you.
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A definite don't. You feel like her family is your own. It'd be too weird.
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It depends on how your friend felt about the situation.
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Frank is away this weekend in Ohio, attending his brother and sister-in-law's baby shower. This has cracked people up when I've told them—it's kind of hilarious to imagine grumpy old Frank drinking mimosas and making diapers out of tissue paper or whatever people do at baby showers—but I don't think it was that kind of scene. More of a family reunion.
This is, after all, his parents' first grandchild. When I first found out that his younger brother (younger than me, even!) was a) getting married and then b) becoming a father, of course I freaked out. Regular readers of this column will know that it is my wont to freak out about nearly everything. Look, there's two types of people that write about their lives on the internet: neurotic freaker-outers and people with exciting lives. Try reading the dating column if you prefer the latter.
It’s just so easy to make fun of young’uns in long-term relationships. In our mid-twenties, my friends (and I) still love to harass the goodie-goodie, disciplined, got-it-together couples that can successfully nurse a long-term relationship. Even if some of them are in these elusive relationships themselves.
In the hip hop world, these people are known as “haters”, i.e. someone who is unamused by their own shortcomings, therefore projecting their displeasure upon those who succeed in the field, which in this case is a love life.
Now don’t get me wrong, I’ve got a love life. Some days, it’s more eventful than others, but it exists. But the traditional, conventional definition of what it’s supposed to be for a woman my age? No.