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Girl Talk: Madonna Is Down With The Swirl

Madonna's book was large and black, with SEX embossed on the front. The coffee-table book of all coffee-table books was an enigma to me, sort of like Madonna herself. One day she was telling you to “Open Your Heart” and the next she was telling you to open your legs, but whatever her message, people…

By: Tamara Lynch / March 12, 2012

Girl Talk: I’m A Gamer

Last Sunday morning, I zip-lined through a South American jungle, shot and killed several enemies, grabbed a fully loaded rocket launcher, and blew up a jeep filled with incoming hostiles. Once clear, I crept to an enemy occupied mansion that held the lost treasure I planned to steal. I climbed undetected up the side of…

By: Tamara Lynch / November 30, 2011

Sex Fail: He Cried In Bed

When I met Eric* at a friend’s birthday party, my first thought was that he was a man’s man. He was a six-foot-tall, broad shouldered carpenter from the Bronx with bulging arms covered in a myriad of swirling tattoos that strained the sleeves of his polo shirt. He caught me staring more than once. At…

By: Tamara Lynch / August 10, 2011

Girl Talk: How A Student Schooled Me On Racism

A few years ago my friend Dana and I were volunteers for Minds Matter, a non-profit organization that helps underprivileged kids get into college. Dana, a white Florida hippie who had a thing for rap music, was hoping to boost her resume in order to secure a teaching fellowship in the city. My goal a…

By: Tamara Lynch / February 15, 2011

Girl Talk: Get A Dog, Get Laid

Darkness overwhelmed me as I’ve long suspected that I haven’t been using Max to his full potential after seeing the loads of adoration he gets while on our daily walks through the ‘hood ... He was a man magnet.Sleep was impossible, so I fumbled to the desk and fired up my laptop. I squinted at…

By: Tamara Lynch / September 22, 2010

Girl Talk: Love Me, Love My Hair

I was in fourth grade when my grandmother first took me to a hair salon. She drove me to her hairdresser, Betsy, a 50-year-old woman who dyed her hair pitch black, and had a head full of curls the perfect shape of large hot rollers. I squirmed as Betsy ripped out the rubber bands holding…

By: Tamara Lynch / July 30, 2010

Girl Talk: I Love — And Prefer — Going Out By Myself

As a divorced woman in my 30s, meeting a man wasn’t always a top priority, but when I gradually started dating again, I called in my two wingwomen who were also on the prowl, Dana and Mary, for support. Both of these beautiful 30-somethings have had my back for years. They’ve been my wingwomen i…

By: Tamara Lynch / July 22, 2010

Girl Talk: Being A Bridesmaid Drained My Bank Account

Megin and I first met as mid-level slaves to the fashion industry eight years ago. I recognized a kindred spirit the minute I caught her screaming harsh obscenities at her computer. We’ve been through boyfriend breakups, apartment break-ins, and career changes. So when she asked me to be a bridesmaid, I jumped at the chance…

By: Tamara Lynch / July 20, 2010