On the subject of breastfeeding in public, I’m the most hippie-dippy of the hippy-dippies. Whip those puppies out any place you want, mama!
But one place I’ll agree breastmilk does not belong is this South Korean Oreo cookie ad. (See the full pic after the jump.) Keep reading »
Some women may look at Dave, the finance dude who emailed his Match.com date a spreadsheet he keeps of all the women he’s been dating, with notes, and think, Ugh. What a pig!
But me? I see a man with an attention to detail. Details like “looks really pretty” and “mixed bag of pictures but great bod.” Keep reading »
Butterflies in your stomach are the best part of a first date, but sometimes those butterflies morph into Mothra-sized paranoia. Take me last night, for instance. My head was intellectually telling me I looked totally baller and what guy wouldn’t want to go out on a date with me? My nervous energy was telling me, “You are going to spill your drink in your lap. Because you are a klutz. And then will die alone and be eaten by cats.”
Sound farfetched? Last week I sprayed perfume in my eye. Yesterday, I somehow spilled waffles and whipped cream on my laptop. (Don’t ask.) These things happen to me. Last night, the running commentary in my head was Don’t be a klutz, don’t be a klutz, don’t be a klutz … and a litany of other things. Here are other silly things girls worry about on a first date…
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