On a recent episode of "Parks and Recreation," Tom (played by the genius Aziz Ansari) claims to know what women really want: diamonds. We wonder: is that true? Do all women have a sweet spot for cold, hard carbon?
We had been married for eight years. We had been trying to get pregnant for six of those years and between IVF and ICSI had gone through five fertility cycles. We knew we could get pregnant but we didn't know if we could stay pregnant. We had spent over $200,000, and all we had to show for it was a glossy photo of four egg cells. That photo still sits in the drawer of the night table besides out bed, buried there. We're unable to look at it—or dispose of it. Other friends who were on the IVF merry-go-round and got pregnant, had their children. Some had their second child while we waited and tried again. Every couple who had a child swore by their doctor, their method, their technique—success was its own affirmation.
Amy had been referred to a Beverly Hills fertility doctor, who was so reassuring that I took him to calling him Dr. Mellow. His office had a wall of photos of smiling babies, as if to say, "This will be you." We sat in his waiting room holding hands. We believed. We didn't know we had just taken our seats inside the Hope Factory. Once inside, the possibility of getting pregnant never ended. If one technique failed, you tried another, and kept trying. There seemed to be an infinite supply of hope.
Without referring you to the many, many, medical sites, books and journals I immediately consulted on the subject, there is some belief that a certain vein that traverses one or both testicles can, in one way or another, affect the quality of sperm production. Operating on it may, or may not, improve sperm quality. In my case, a double varocelectomy was recommended.
I suppose everyone remembers their first time. I certainly do. I put on some mood music, dimmed the lights and proceeded to romance myself. Eager to please the laboratory (and myself), I marshaled my forces to climax, and then promptly fumbled the collection. Most of my contribution missed the container.
While you can probably imagine what "Air Sex" is, you're probably wrong. It has very little to do with the Mile High Club. It's more like lewd dry-humping meets "air guitar," and it's all the rage. These sexy moves come to us from Japan, so be careful with this new trend.
According to Lisa Germinsky, pubic hairstyles are influenced by the economy. Waxing, especially Brazilian waxing, can cost a lot of money. In today's difficult economic climate some women are opting to keep a fuller bush.
"Monogamy Is Good, And It's Here To Stay." I was leery about this piece the minute I saw the title. But as soon as I read it and saw the word "fad" used to describe the kind of relationship that I have been deliriously happy in for years (and the kind hundreds of other people I have met have been in for decades) I knew I was dealing with a classic case of fear and misunderstanding—a dangerous mix. I thought I might simply reply in the comments section, but I quickly realized that I had way too much ground to cover. So, below I have gone section by section in responding to Ms. Cline's piece.
Today Lemondrop brings us word of another bra-related fashion trend: going braless. Erin, writing for Lemondrop, brings up the point, ahem, that when your breasts get cold your nipples get hard, and "while having your nips in salute mode may be considered flirtatious in some corners, I prefer to leave my headlights off, thank you very much."
