This weekend I had a conversation with two good friends of mine who are married and have been with their husbands for five-plus years. They were peppering me with questions about my oh-so-exciting dating life, and I mentioned that all the dinners and drinks were getting expensive. “Wait, what do you mean?” they asked. “Aren’t the guys paying?”
“Oh, no,” I responded. “Men don’t seem to be doing that anymore. Every date I’ve gone on, the check has been split.” They were aghast. What had happened to the tradition of men paying for dates since they were single? Was it the economy? Were men cheaper? Women more insistent on paying their share?
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At the MaliBLUE Arts & Music Fesitval. [Malibu, CA, 4/26/09] Keep reading »
Bea Arthur, best known for her roles as Dorothy on “The Golden Girls” and Maude on “Maude,” died at the age of 86 on Saturday after battling cancer. Her uniquely hilarious contribution to comedy and her place in women’s entertainment history won’t be forgotten and will live on (in syndication). Give our best to Estelle wherever you are, Bea! [LA Times] Keep reading »
Just kidding! It’s Mary Kate Olsen and her boyfriend Nate Lowman. [New York City, 4/26/09] Keep reading »
“I wasn’t prepared for losing sight of my lower region. I’d say, ‘Dean, how’s it looking down there? Do I need to shave?’ But of course I couldn’t shave. So Dean had to shave me. He’d hold up a mirror and say ‘How’d I do?’ Or he’d take a picture with his Blackberry to show me.”
– Tori Spelling in her new book Mommywood [via Perez Hilton] Keep reading »
Ahh, what a genius marketing idea! Men love beer. Men (straight ones) love women in lingerie. Therefore men would really, really love beer cans designed to look like a woman’s lower half decked out in lacy undergarments. But in order to get the full perspective, these men would have to buy TWO cans of beer, not just one. And surely men are stupid enough to do that right? Now what does the 6-pack look like? [TrendHunter] Keep reading »
To be honest, I haven’t been in the position of rejectee very often. I dated this guy in college for a couple months who one day showed up at my window in the middle of the night, rapping on my window, asking to be let in, because he was running from the cops. (I’m still not sure why). The next morning when I drove him home, I called it off. I was 19 and in college. He was 27, working at a crappy seafood restaurant, and had no problem running away from the cops in the direction of his girlfriend’s house. It was not going to work. I told him that, and he got very upset, but I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders.
Another time I had a torrid, two-week affair with a man who was 12 years older than me and a pathological liar. When I found out, I had no problem screaming at him and telling him to never contact me or breathe my name again, lest he want me to ruin his life. That one was easy. But, in general, I find letting someone down to be a difficult thing to do. Maybe that’s why I should be a little more sympathetic towards men when they give me the runaround rather than telling me straight up: “I’m not interested in you like that, despite coming over to your apartment after our date and touching your boobs.” But I’m not sympathetic. Because sometimes in life you have to do something that is uncomfortable but necessary. Telling someone straight up how you feel in an honest but gentle way is one of those things, and giving him signs, pulling “the fade,” or just disappearing altogether are not acceptable substitutes. I forced myself to remember that today, as I told Mr. Plaid Glasses that it wasn’t gonna happen. Keep reading »