The answer as to who, in the romance equation, is pickier when it comes to selecting a mate may come down to a question of who's doing the approaching and who's being approached, regardless of gender, finds a new study from researchers at Northwestern University.

The long-held belief is that women are more selective than men when it comes to mate selection. Why?  Because females  are programmed to consider the reproductive cost of choosing a partner, in other words, what bearing and raising children with the potential partner would be like.

A new study challenges this view. Typically at … Read More

If there's one thing I've learned writing these columns, it's that you ladies have penis on the brain. Which is why I'm going to admit that my penis is so huge, so gargantuan, that when I get excited, I barely have enough skin with which to whistle. Seriously. It's like three grapefruits in a gym sock. Trash bags are my preferred prophylactic. I ain't bragging or nothin'.

Does size really matter? How do you know your vagina isn't all floppy? I knew a dude once who described sleeping with a woman as "driving a hatchback through the Lincoln Tunnel." … Read More

Weeks before I turned 19, I checked into Massachusetts General Hospital terrified that nothing could fix the way I saw myself. Two days after undergoing surgery, I stood topless in my parents' bathroom watching as my mother slowly pulled squares of medical tape spotted with puss and dried blood from my chest. I waited in Percocet-induced suspense for my flat-chested doppelganger to miraculously appear in the full-length mirror. When they were finally uncovered I hardly recognized the small puffy breasts that fit perfectly inside the palms of my hands. There were lines of stitches in rows around my nipples and … Read More

Anyone catch Megan Fox's interview with Ryan Seacrest during the Golden Globes and not have half of your heart break? I don't have the time to find it so I'll go from memory.

1)    She compared herself to Alan Alda.

2)    She referred to herself as a "tranny."

3)    She was both embarrassed AND nervous.

4)    She digs Salma Hayek's boobs.

5)    Brian Austin Green somehow had something better to do than attend the awards. 

In order, I think a comparison to Alan Alda can best be described as "meh" or a naked attempt to fish for … Read More

Come December you can't enter a Wal-Mart, fill up your gas tank or grab some grease at the food court without hearing Christmas songs, including the one about Santa checking his list (twice—we know) to see who's getting the Tiffany's and who's getting the coal. But who is this Christmas "nice girl," the one who makes cupcakes with red and green sprinkles, picks out the perfect gift for every member of her husband's family, and doesn't talk back to her mother-in-law? Who can do that? No us. But that doesn't mean we're bad girls—this isn't another madonna/whore either/or. Whether the … Read More

Washingtonian yesterday profiled an eligible DC bachelor for its "Dating Diaries" blog. Mark Drapeau (pictured, courtesy of Washingtonian), 33, was wearing jeans with his blazer and tie, and holding a rather girly-looking sidecar cocktail in his hand. In his profile, he spoke about being "over" high school by the time senior prom rolled around, his career and recent promotion at a government think tank, and "experimenting" with women outside of his race (white) and upbringing (New England) in college.

Well, apparently "Dating Diaries" readers have had enough of his kind. Since the blog posted yesterday, commenters have ripped into … Read More

I've been thinking a lot about beauty lately: construction involving saws, drills and copious amounts of dust is being done out of my apartment, so I haven't been at home. For a week, I've gone granola and lived without makeup, a blowdryer, cute outfits or more than one pair of shoes. With the exception of a hairbrush, none of the worldly possessions I've lugged around NYC in my LeSportsac overnight bag have anything to do with primping.

I realize a lot of women -- sadly -- can't imagine living like that. I never thought of myself as particularly shallow, but I've … Read More

The subject of vulnerable men has come three times this week. It's purely coincidence, but deserves a post, nonetheless.

Lloyd Dobler: attractive. Jean-Claude Van Damme: yuck.

There is something extremely attractive about vulnerability. Not the "I'm an emotional wreck; fix me" kind of basket case, but the guy with a touch of self-deprecation and a dose of humility. Like he's letting you in a on a little secret. Take for instance one of our writers, John Meils. His latest piece, "The Magic of (Other People's) Weddings," delves into the male mind while attending, you guessed, wedding. He's honest … Read More

Whether you're an eye batter, a lock flipper or a gaze holder, spring flirting season has officially sprung.

In honor of outdoor happy hours, sun dresses and, well, cheer's reemergence from the winter doldrums, here are a few resources to help you define, refine and get your flirt on.

1. "What's your sign, baby?" Have you ever looked at another woman in mid-flirt with a rising dose of vomit in your throat? Perhaps it's because she's a Taurus prone to "sweet and sensual" flirting and you're an Aries, much more accustomed to your own "brash and brainy" style. Check … Read More

I've always been tall. At 16, I topped out at 5'11". An inch shy of six feet, I was told I had two occupational choices: modeling or basketball. I chose neither, mostly out of spite.

In my mind, tall equaled big. I longed to be petite. Adjectives that were supposed to define girls, like "dainty" or "cute," don't seem to coexist with "tall." And in fairy tales, the princess never towers over her hero. He has to be able to scoop her up onto his white stallion to save her from the foul dragon. While other girls were looking up … Read More