I liked assholes. No, I loved them, but now, looking back, I realize it wasn't just that. For the most part, every man who failed to call me was capable of calling someone else, and at a certain point, I had to face the fact that it wasn't just them, it was me. I begged for men to be unaccountable. I allowed them to be untrustworthy. And I expected them to leave.
I've had countless friends ask me (for the purposes of setting me up, or out of frustration that the "plus one" I bring to their parties is a bottle of Old English 800 smuggled into my sport coat) what exactly I'm looking for in a girl. Some have even gone so far as to suggest that I list my ideal qualities in a girl so as to have less horrible luck finding one.
Some of our favorite fornicating faux pas come by way of the sexperts at Fox News, whose recommendations often turn out to be mind-boggling reminders that misogyny is alive and well, rather than useful tips for spicing up your sex life. Here are some of our favorite unsexy suggestions.
But—as I later told my brothers-and sister-in-law (who, yes, found the post; this is how this story ends)—I believed that it was my story to tell. It was about my experience with her, my responses to the things that she said to me, my discomfort in struggling to accommodate her while she visited, for the first time, her newborn grandson.
As a pop-culture voyeur, I do get a certain schadenfreude from listening. But as a woman, I also get a chill. Because brutal as those rants are, it took me a couple rounds before I finally said, "OK, I haven't heard that before." Because I have an abusive ex exactly like Mel, and I had tapes like Oksana's. And hearing it all again makes me just a teeny bit sick to my stomach.
I'm not saying you're a gold digger, but maybe you should be, say the authors of "Smart Girls Marry Money." According to co-writers Elizabeth Ford and Daniela Drake, blindly following your passion for that guy at the coffee shop without considering other factors first could leave you single and not so well-off later in life.
We all know that men like to A) watch porn, and B) enjoy themselves while doing so, but many ladies out there have gotten firsthand knowledge of this by actually catching their men in the act. For those women, and for all the women out there who are at risk of walking into a one-man party, we offer you the top excuses men give when caught in the act and also some advice on how a classy modern dame can handle such a situation.
OK, I know—bragging about how much you drank in college puts you one degree lower on the Sad-O-Tron than that high school friend who never moved out, gained 40 pounds on Chili's happy hour apps and tries to pick up perimenopausal social workers.
A guy lies about his ethnic heritage to get a woman into bed. Is it rape? According to an Israeli court, it is. This week a Jerusalem court found Sabbar Kashur, 30, who is Palestinian, guilty of "rape by deception" and sentenced him to 18 months in prison. First of all, his "lie" to the Israeli woman he slept with was, if anything, a lie of omission: He said his name was "Dudu," a lifelong nickname, and she assumed he was Jewish.
If you find me charming, funny and confident, then the answer is no. Although, we might have emailed. Why? Because in terms of personality, I'm Don Draper ... electronically. In the flesh? Not so much.
We all know that the vibe of a restaurant can tip the scales between a breathtakingly romantic evening and an embarrassingly awkward first date. Similarly, and even more importantly, the atmosphere of your bedroom can make all the difference when it comes to your love life.
We live in New York City, where the man-to-woman ratio can be rough, so we had always assumed it was pretty much the worst American city to try to date and mate in. (From what we hear, Sydney also has a man drought.) But from what these very pretty girls were suggesting, Los Angeles was just as bad.
There we were, checked into one of the most stunning hotels in Vancouver, and my husband had just one thing on his mind—and it had absolutely nothing to do with me. No amount of negligee (or lack thereof) was going to distract him. Guidebook in hand, I headed out to explore the city, while he sat in front of a laptop for the next six hours doing his fantasy baseball draft.
According to a group of new studies, young women between the ages of 18 and 30 are suffering from low libido at rates never seen before: 43 percent of women have sexual problems, they say. And 1 in 10 women doesn't want to have sex at all, trumpeted a recent ABC News story. The weird part isn't the fact that women are reporting what experts like to call "sexual dysfunction," but that women this young are: Usually we think of sexual issues as the stuff that plagues the over-40 set. But sexperts are now blaming 20-somethings with low libido on everything from stress (we're worried about our jobs/working longer hours) to birth control/antidepressants (both are potent chemical cocktails that can make lust dry up), and, well, Hollywood.