Groomzilla doesn't get the same press as his twin sister, Bridezilla. In fact, some people still don't know he exists. But believe me, he's out there. According to Bridal Guide magazine, an astounding 80 percent of grooms are now full planning partners in their weddings. And the results are unsettling. An excerpt from Surviving Groomzilla: A Bride's Guide, by Craig Bridger.
Do I bring my stripper-induced sensory overload into the bedroom? You betcha! My wife and I have known one another since college, and over the years we have achieved the perfect blend of familiarity and mystery by sharing fantasies without breaking trust. Though she doesn't bring a director and makeup trailer to bed, I am sure there are some nights after a Mad Men episode that I am the Jon Hamm understudy in one of her fantasies. Sex is not only about love but about play as well, and if she closes her eyes once in a while to pretend she is riding someone's see-saw, that's OK by me.
"V-Day." Sounds more like an invasion of Normandy than a day spent celebrating love and romance. And rightfully so. Sometimes the intricacies of preparing for the holiday resemble war-room strategy more than jubilation.For all us fighters out there, trying to stay strong against our own culture, I have some suggestions. Resistance is fine, but subversion is that much better. Don't cross your arms and insist on having a bad time just to spite everyone else. I don't want to overthrow V-Day. I want to reclaim it.
A former three-sport athlete becomes a full-time father when he loses his job and becomes a stay-at-home dad. At first he doesn't know what he's doing and feels isolated from his friends, but it gets better. Spending time with his kids helps him communicate with his wife, he meets a new set of men who are also dads and he becomes and expert diaper-changer. "Being a househusband put this ex-sports jock in his place and showed me what it truly means to be someone's hero."
Advice to make your New Year's Eve special, whether you're going out or staying in. Do drink Glogg; don't drink too much! Do know your party etiquette, don't spend too much time making appetizers. Do dress to impress, but don't worry if you're not going out!
A guy who loves kissing explains how he taught his girlfriends to kiss and love it, why making out is special and how to deal with a bad kisser. "I am an aficionado of the kiss. No other act is so simple and so intimate… A good kiss is a rapport enacted physically, like sex, but more erotic."
When it comes to dating, there are so many rules. Rules, rules, rules. You can't call someone the day after you get her number. You're not supposed to wear a T-shirt with holes in it to your new flame's swanky birthday dinner. When someone says, "call me back—if you want to," the day after you have a "talk" about not "calling enough," maybe you should just call her back, even if you don't want to. If I just had a motorcycle and a leather jacket, I think things would be a whole lot easier. Those are rebel tip-offs. With a leather jacket, people know what kind of bad mamma jamma they are dealing with. And if, in your leather jacket, you wrote a poem about a girl, gave it to her, and then rode off on your motorcycle, she would be like, "Wow, he's so sexy," instead of being like, "Wow, ew." That's why I'm going to start smoking Rebel brand cigarettes. Maybe I should just get a pet snake or an electric guitar, too. Then they'll understand that rules don't apply to me.
My husband, James, is lying in bed, moping because his beloved Green Bay Packers just lost some football game. ?Frankly, I don't get it. Football is okay. I'm as happy as the next person to throw back a few beers and down greasy pizza on Sunday afternoon while watching men in tight pants run across a field. But the fact that James' mood revolves around weekly wins and losses? And that on any given Sunday for five months out of the year, his day can be made or ruined by a scoreboard? It boggles my mind.?? I don't understand why he's so upset. How can a game affect him so personally?? James stares at the ceiling and sighs. ??I'm about to remind him that he's not actually playing on the team he's so distraught over, but the lost puppy dog look he gives me makes me think better of it.??
I'm a social liberal, a product of my New England upbringing who thinks government can be run by professional Robin Hoods who redistribute wealth and carefully protect civil liberties. She is a fiscal conservative who thinks that the free market should be upheld at all costs. She's no war hawk, but she's no pacifist either. She thinks wars should be fought with hostile takeovers and marketing blitzes. I called her a robber baron, and she called me a socialist lite. They were like pet names. It's our luck that we met during the reign of Bush. We were equally disgusted by the ruling executive. Sure, we had different points of attack: I was horrified by the assault on civil liberties, while Karen was more concerned by the fiscal incompetence and costly doctrine of interventionism (she was, and still is, one of the few true isolationists I know). But we had a common enemy, and that allowed us to overlook the differences. But it was just that: an oversight.
Why do men never seem to listen and always want to control the remote? One man sheds light on some of the most prevalent male stereotypes and explains that while they may not be fair, sometimes they hold a kernel of truth: "For me, having control of the remote combines two impressive skills; knowledge of TV programming and quick, hand-eye coordination in the form of button pushing. Wondering if Ace of Cakes reruns are on at 8:30? I can tell you yes, they are."
Over half of single women believe their success is intimidating to men. So, do women really intimidate men? We asked men what they thought and were surprised by their answers. Some men thought it was an excuse women use. Others said they never met a woman who intimidated them. Only a handful admitted it: "Honestly, when it comes down to it, all men have a little bit of both inside them, simply because of the historical dominance of males in society. Men inherit millennia years of social and hierarchical dominance and either knowingly or unknowingly have an irrational fear of losing their ‘territory.’"
It's the topic that every male in a relationship tries his best to avoid: What would you physically change about your partner? It turns out that "how do I look?" is a rather loaded question. Christopher Dickey explores the concept of body image and how it reflects on a relationship, and how flaws can sometimes be beautiful. Along the way he learns that "you look fine" is never an acceptable answer to any question.
I never thought there was anything weird about television advertising until someone started leaving the TV on in my office during the day. The commercials that followed the overcaffeinated yammering of the morning talk show hosts gave me a glimpse into what it must be like to be a woman. And it scared the hell out of me. Most women I know don’t live their lives in fear, but you wouldn’t be able to tell that from watching the ads. On TV, women worry about stubborn stains. They face dilemmas about floor wax and carpet cleaners and toilet bowls and grape juice on T-shirts. The women I know have plenty to worry about, sure. They can’t afford their apartments. They don’t know how much to trust their boyfriends. They don’t know how they’re going to get ahead when the big dogs at work all wear suits and ties. But if any of them are watching daytime TV for a little escapism, all they have to do is wait for the commercials, and life turns ugly again, fast.
Dean Chandler gives advice to males on accepting a partner who outearns them.
"When I think about her, I don't think: drunk. I think: runner. I think: artist. I see her dancing around our apartment, mouthing the words to Motown songs but miming disco moves. I consider how her voice deepens when she wants to talk about something serious, how she has no tolerance for indirect conversation or ambiguous language. I remember how my hands trembled when I met her. She wakes up in the morning in the middle of a conversation, asking, "What's the difference between a barnacle and a crustacean?" She has a long list of wacky endearments for me, including "my fresh coat of paint" and "my little prize-winning chicken," and she's in the very small group of people who think I'm fun--even when she's sober."