I was never one of those little girls who dreamed of her wedding day. In fact, I've only vaguely considered it. I know I want an elegant, traditional ceremony. I imagine my future wife in a white dress, bouquets of lilies and guests celebrating the most important day of our lives. My hope of a traditional wedding, however, ends there. There’s no such thing as a traditional gay wedding ... not yet, anyway.
Yesterday, an op-ed on FoxNews.com — a publication I do not make a habit of reading — sent the internet into a tailspin. Its conservative author, Susanne Venker, is a woman with whom I’m certain I have next to nothing in common. Venker’s essay was pummeled by Jezebel, Refinery29 and The Awl – three sites I respect thoroughly and read on the regular. When I finally followed the trail back to Venker’s original piece, I fully expected my head to explode from rage. Instead, something worse happened. Something that caused me much distress.
Imagine never having to think about maintaining your bikini area — ever. Believe it or not, hairy legs, fuzzy pits, and 'no hair down there' are a way of life for plenty of women. That means skipping directly over the pre-date deforestation process and straight to outfit selection. We asked two women who live the no-shave lifestyle (and not just in November) to reveal what it's really like to live and love in a follicle-phobic society.
When the news arrived last Friday that the beloved General David Petraeus had cheated on his wife of 37 years with his biographer, Paula Broadwell, I almost ignored it as a non-event. In a different world, I would perhaps be shocked myself. But having lived it, I think the answer to why this happens is much simpler than we wish to believe.
It seems like a million years ago that I was an introverted, closeted lesbian, forced to spend every day in a suffocating classroom, in a rural farm community. Looking at me now, you would probably never know that I came from a primarily white, protestant, homophobic town in Southeast Michigan. Now, I confidently wear a James Dean-esque haircut and boxer briefs, but, just six years ago, I was struggling to come out in a high school where it was commonplace for prominent gay figures to be slandered.
How can you tell if you're nagging? Our experts sound in on the telltale signs.
Tom was English, an army vet and dirty in a way that made me think he would be good in bed. I was somewhat mistaken. Things went from blah to worse when I realized that we went to bed at the exact wrong time in my menstrual cycle. Too bad about my comforter...
"Put down the toilet seat!" "Clean the gutters!" "Change the light bulb!" These 'obvious' bits of nagging are actually the laziest forms of relationship clichés. [Yawn.] Not all women are naggers, and not all men are nag-ees. That said, nagging does happen. And because it's so hard for men and examples. (I may have exagerrated just a little, but you get the point.) What You Say: "Oh, are you playing Madden again?" What He Hears: "Video games are for teenage boys or fat virgins. When will you grow up and become a man with self-respect? You disgust me."
Are all long-term relationships destined to fall into a battle of nagger vs. naggee?
A new YourTango survey reveals the pervasiveness and the erosive nature of one of couples' worst habits: nagging.
When you have an argument with your significant other, do you reach for a pint of ice cream or a bag of barbecue chips? If you’re feeling lonely, do you find comfort in a bowl of mac and cheese or a slice of pizza? If so, you may be suffering from emotional eating disorder. Here's how to combat the problem.
I'm one half of the team behind the food blog, A Mouse Bouche, which I have been co-writing with my sister Megan ("The Mouse") since 2007. We are not food professionals, we are working artists who love to eat, love to cook, and love to talk about eating and cooking. Although we write about food and share recipes, we think of it more as a blog about life... through the important lens of snacking.
I was 14 years old, and to be honest, back then I was more concerned with my grades at school and the newest Justin Timberlake CD than boys. He was in the same class as me and a typical awkward teen boy: shy, had braces, but cute in that dorky sort of way. Growing up in the same neighborhood, Alex and I used to walk the same route home from school every day. After he sheepishly asked me out one day, I reluctantly said okay.
Since we often think of celebration as synonymous with splurging, celebrating a special occasion without spending a ton of money can be a challenge. Here are nine ideas to help you plan a romantic date night that doesn't break the bank.
It's 9 p.m. on a Sunday. What does your boyfriend usually do on Sunday nights? Play video games? Catch up on work? Pick the lint out of his belly button? Mine is checking the oven right now to see how crispy his chicken pot pie is.