Minutes before I walked down the aisle, one of my persons-of-distinction, Trenton, pulled a bunch of multi-colored plastic Tiki goblets from a sack, busted open a bottle of cheap champagne from a cooler, and measured out five healthy pours for the five of us in the little dressing room. Most of my pre-wedding moments are lost in a blur of being late to the venue, jumping into my dress and checking my makeup, but I remember that Tiki toast like it was yesterday.
That moment of support and solidarity is what I always imagined a wedding party is for — not to be put-upon recruits in the business of folding silverware (though our folks cheerfully took on this and many other tasks in turning a Dallas rock club into a wedding venue) but to be touchstones in a stressful and joyful and momentous time.
I had four party-persons stand with me on my wedding day, and looking back, I absolutely wouldn’t have had it any other way. Because of my mixed-gender group— Patrick’s side was similarly mixed — we deemed these (very good looking, if I may say so) folks our persons-of-honor-and-distinction, rather than bridesmaids and groomsmen. They are our favorite people. Keep reading »
There are some who think there is no value in reality TV, but I dare those haters to say as much come Halloween, when these stars of the small screen are the first people we think of as costume inspirations. While you could certain recycle last year’s Courtney Stodden or “Toddlers & Tiaras” costumes, why not consider dressing up as one of unlikely reality TV heroines who entertained the hell out of us in 2012?
I’ve only been off the market for two months and already, the dating world is like a bad, distant memory I want to put in a shoe box and hide under my bed.
I have to ask myself, Am I being melodramatic? Was it really that bad? When I distill it down, there was really one thing that made dating unbearable: other people’s advice.
Because dating can be overwhelming, confusing and wrought with powerful emotions, our instinct is often to seek counsel outside of ourselves. But trying to apply other people’s advice, even advice given by professionals, to our dating lives, which are extremely personal, is like walking around in a pair of shoes that don’t fit. You’re going to get blisters. The best thing anyone could have told me to do was figure out what was best for me and do that. If only I had been following my own gut, I might have had a better time dating.
Below are some of the most unhelpful pieces of dating advice I’ve ever received … Keep reading »
I don’t know about you, but I hardly ever have a spare tampon around. Actually, I always seem to be running out of them. If by some miracle you have tons of tampons laying around and you’re looking for an egregious way to waste them, here are some ideas courtesy of a website dedicated entirely to Tampon Crafts. Yes, tampon crafting is a thing that really exists.
This Halloween, you may want to consider making your decorations out of tampons. Try to control your blood-curdling scream when you behold this terrifying tampon ghost. BOO!
Click through for more tampon craft projects perfect for any time of the month … or year.
I’ll freely admit to being a manicure addict. I own over 20 bottles of polish, always carry a bottle of whatever color I’m currently wearing so I can fix chips immediately, and generally feel kind of naked without a manicure. In an effort to make my manicures last longer, I’ve been alternating regular manis with gel manicures for the last eight months or so. I loved how long the polish would go without chipping (weeks!) and that it never lost its gleaming shine; the only flaw, I thought, was that the color options were a bit limited. Well, not having the perfect orange-y red shade is the least of my problems now — the fact is, gel manicures have ruined my nails. Keep reading »
Rare is the woman whose adventures in dating — scratch that, in living — have kept her from a brush with a pickup artist. I guess I’ve got the equivalent of pickup artist herpes because I actually dated one. Well, a former one. Keep reading »
We’ve talked about “perfect boyfriend/girlfriend checklists” before, because they’re something that we pretty much all have, whether we physically write them down or not. Even an open-minded person is probably holding onto some idea that they whipped together in childhood about the kind of person they imagined being with forever. I always thought I would meet a lanky blonde Italian vegetarian dude with long hippie hair who loves Todd Rundgren as much as I do and is very simple and is extremely outgoing and loud. And that person … might exist? There might be one person in the universe who exists like that. But maybe he lives in Dublin or something, and never our paths would meet. Did you hear? The chances of meeting your one soul mate is like 1 in 10,000! Keep reading »
Listen up friends and family members: if you’re interested in seeing me for the next few months, you’ll have to pick any other day but Sunday. See, every Sunday I have a standing date with my television to watch a trifecta of my favorite shows: the new seasons of “Dexter,” “Homeland,” and “Revenge” all premiered last night and it was basically the hottest and most exciting date night my TV and I have had in months. (No offense to one of my other favorite Sunday night shows, “Breaking Bad,” but even the most exciting episode of BB can’t be expected to trump three shows, you know?) After the jump, a key scene from each premiere episode. Spoilers abound, so proceed with caution! Keep reading »
It’s time to throw those ideas about crazy cat lady spinsters to the curb. The fact of the matter is that owning a pet—whether it’s a dog, cat, bunny or goldfish (okay, maybe not a goldfish)—is actually the best training ground that exists for a relationship with another human. Don’t believe me? Consider this:
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I can say with confidence that if I ever stuck Lucca on a surfboard and sent her off to catch a wave, she would never forgive me. “But Lucca,” I would say, “Look at how much fun all of these dogs are having at the 4th Annual Surf City Surf Dog event in Huntington Beach!” And then she would give me side eye and that would be the end of it. But still — look at how much fun these pooches are having hanging ten! Shaka brah!