How many of us single, professional women are married to our job or business and have become almost incompatible with the idea of having a life partner? We want to have a love relationship in our life, yet we are so far from it, it seems like a vague dream.
In relationships and dating, (don’t act like it’s just me) women are constantly asking themselves this question, “When will I ever be enough for someone to love?” This question is deeply rooted in almost everything that we see and do. Clothing designers are making clothes smaller. Magazine covers are filled with these young, “skinny minnies” that don’t resemble ninety-five percent of the female population. These images shape our views and beliefs about our own “enoughness” (new word I called it first). The media has created the market for these beliefs but we as a feminine culture have bought into this hook, line and sinker. We have allowed our self-worth to be devalued by media and its flawed and vaunted portrayal of the likes of Brittany Spears, Paris Hilton, Jennifer Lopez, etc. These “marginally talented” these ladies (and I use the phrase “marginally talented” loosely) bring nothing to the table for us to sink our “self-worth” teeth into but an outward attractiveness that few women possess even with cosmetic surgery.
Angelina Jolie, Kyra Sedgwick and Katy Perry—who would have thought this trio would have anything in common besides fame, great hair and killer bods? Oh wait, they're all in possession of terrifically loaded bank accounts. Yahoo! Shine takes a look at some famous females who earn more than their partners.
Jack and I had our first romantic interlude on the 4th of July. Back in college, going out with someone usually meant deciding to end up in the same place, so I wouldn’t have called it a proper date. We met at Boston’s Charles River Esplanade, watched a couple bands and some fireworks, then Jack leaned over and said, “I dig you.” The rest was history. Over the years, I’ve come to believe relationships are meant to teach us how to relate authentically yet continue to be our most genuine selves. Some folks need to learn selflessness, others intimacy, and some just need to learn to put the toilet seat down. Kicking off my relationship life on Independence Day with Jack was hardly an insignificant twist of fate. This first real love set me off on an endless quest to learn the meaning of freedom. See, Jack already had a girlfriend. Thus, our year-long liaison was an education in
Don't believe what you read in magazines and Web sites for women. Well, except for this one. When it's me. Publications for women love to make you feel sh**ty about yourself, particularly when it comes to aging—as if it were a choice, and women who choose to let nature take its course are sad, harelipped bog creatures who are too busy listening to the wind whistle through their empty wombs to properly moisturize. Actresses who were once young and vibrant and adorable undergo grotesque surgeries to defy the natural process of senescence and end up with strange facsimiles of their former faces. (Meg Ryan's mouth and Lara Flynn Boyle's mouth should go bowling at an alley that allows weird-looking mouths to bowl at discount prices.) Well, I'm sort of sick of it. Yes, 20-something women can be vital and gorgeous, many of them with bodies at the nubile peak that our culture covets so much. It's not just the gorgeous groundstrokes that keep men watching women's tennis. And don't get me started on the grunting volley. But older women? They rule. For a ton of reasons. And they're sexy as all get out.
Imagine a woman: She has a college degree and a job, she pays for her own house and car, and she's not intimidated by any man for any reason. She's smart, independent and strong. Isn't it a puzzle, then, that she has sexual fantasies of being dominated? Actually, researchers say, it makes perfect sense.
Men Don't Make Passes and Girls Who Kick Asses
