I’m one of the hundreds of people signed up to go to Planned Parenthood’s Youth Organizing & Policy Institutes this fall. Here are the top five reasons I hope you’ll be joining me there. Keep reading »
This morning, as the dull ache of cramps woke me from my slumber, I realized something kind of momentous. I have had my period for exactly 20 years. I mean, almost exactly, because I don’t know the exact date or time that my Aunt Flow first came to visit, but I do know it was at the beginning of the school year, before I turned 13. I turn 33 in November, so, yep, that makes for 20 bloody years. That’s a lot of tampons. Over the years, I’ve learned a few things about myself specifically in relation to tampons and their usage. Let me share them with you. Keep reading »
This piece was originally published on xoJane.com.
When I was a senior in high school [above left], I attended this college prep program held in the sanctuary of a Baptist church across the street from my grandmother’s $1 Soul Food restaurant in south central Los Angeles. High-achieving nerds from all over the city would meet up every Thursday to talk personal essays, financial aid and application fees well past 11 o’clock.
One night the guy I was crushing on gave me a ride home in his mom’s new-but-used white BMW. I think we were debating the merits of the Common app versus the UC app and listening to Tupac at a medium volume when those angry telltale lights began to flash behind us. Jay looked at me and laughed. Those couldn’t be for us.
Of course they were. Keep reading »
Happy birthday wishes are in order for America’s favorite fast swimmer (he’s just slower at everything else), Ryan Lochte! The Olympic gold medalist rang in his 28th year at Planet Hollywood in London, because, duh, where else would this dreamboat go to party, right? While Lochte is currently single (and not sleeping around — that’s not how the Lochte household defines “one night stands,” okay?), he did tell E! News that he’s interested in settling down. “Yeah, I mean I definitely want a relationship. I want to give a certain someone my heart,” Lochte said. “I mean, I just gotta find the right girl.” I’m sure there are many ladies willing to make themselves his birthday gift.
Well, I suppose it’s a good thing that the first (and probably last) season of “Miss Advised” has come to an end, as the show has been giving me nightmares! Last night, after watching the finale, I dreamt that I totally Julia Allison-ed at work today. That is to say, I overslept, missed all of my deadlines, and generally made a mockery of all the opportunities that have been given to me. I woke up in a panic at 6 a.m., when I immediately began writing this recap. I shall not become that which I mock! (FYI, feel free to use “Julia Allison” as a verb — in addition to the context in which I used it, “To Julia Allison” can also mean “to act like a lunatic on a date,” i.e. “Ugh, I totally Julia Allison-ed on my date last night with Greg — I got drunk and begged him to kiss me!”) Keep reading »
When my friend told me that she was having her birthday party at a Russian bath house, I was expecting to do some shvitzing, swimming, and relaxing. I didn’t expect to be beaten with burning hot leaves and then dunked into a pool of freezing water by an old, fat Russian man wearing a funny hat.
The birthday girl was like, “I dare you to try venik,” and, being as that I can’t refuse a dare, I agreed even though I had no idea what I was agreeing to.
I was ushered into a 200 degree sauna, where an old, fat Russian man wearing a wool cap began to beat me me, YES, beat me, with a bundle of oak tree leaves. When I started to scream that it was burning, he rushed me out to a freezing cold shower and dunked my head under until I was gasping for air. Then yelled, in his accent, “Cold dunk,” which meant I had to submerge myself in a pool of 38 degree water. To give you a point of reference, imagine rolling around in a snow bank naked. It was so cold my skin was stinging. Then he marched me back to the sweltering, hot sauna to be beat again with leaves. Rinse and repeat five times. Keep reading »
One of the more … dramatic Summer Olympic events, in my opinion, is synchronized swimming. There’s something so weird and flamboyant about it. Just look at the ferocious enthusiasm on the faces of Austrian duo Nadine Brandl and Livia Lang, who competed in the Women’s Duets Synchronised Swimming Free Routine Preliminary today. Also, what kind of waterproof makeup are they using? That shit is staying put. Click through to see more fabulously over the top synchronized swimmers doing their thing…
I was commenting on how packaged pregnancy tests resemble fruit roll ups when my mother told me scientists once injected bunnies with a woman’s urine to determine whether or not she was pregnant.
“A rabbit?” I was a little stunned by the idea of poor, floppy-eared, innocent rabbits getting shot up with pee. “Oh yeah!” My mother said nodding. “People used to say, well, the rabbit died. And everyone would know she was pregnant.”
An episode of “M*A*S*H” even made reference to the practice when Hot Lips thought she might be pregnant and the only available test was via Radar’s unsuspecting pet rabbit Fluffy.
This method seemed so bizarre to me, that I was compelled to learn more about the history of pregnancy tests. Click on to see what kind of crazy stuff I discovered.
When I started dating Tim, I thought he was interesting and creative, but I hated the fact that he smoked, and his apartment was always a mess. Nevertheless, we had fun on our dates and he was really attractive, so I continued to see him and figured I would play it by ear (hey, we’ve all been there, right?). The truth was I was at this point in my life where I just really wanted a boyfriend. I thought being in a relationship would make me happy, and give me something stable to count on as I was adjusting to living in a new city, having just started graduate school. Keep reading »
We all go through dry spells. We all know what it’s like. So let’s give ourselves permission to laugh about those moments when you realize it has been entirely too long since you last had sex. Here are 15 signs. Keep reading »