Eat this all you young, hot 20-somethings. According to a new survey, women are at the peak of their appeal at age 31. Why? Well, because aside from still having their good looks, they possess the X-factor that only comes with age: confidence. The thought is that by the age of 31, a woman has let go of insecurities and feels comfortable in her own skin. This includes having a more authentic sense of style and radiating a feeling of beauty. I don’t wanna brag, but if this survey is correct, this should be a very, very good year for me. [And me! -- Editor] And my apologies to the gorgeous 20-somethings I may have insulted. You’re hot and you know it. [Daily Mail] Keep reading »
We can vote! We can make decisions about our own reproduction (sort of)! But can we get paid an equal wage for equal work? The New York Times Economix blog has a nifty map depicting the wage gap between men and women state by state. According to the U.S. Bureau of Labor Statistics, last year women’s median income was 80.2 percent of men’s, but the differences between states vary wildly. In Connecticut, my home state, women’s median earnings in 2009 were 75 percent that of men’s. In California it was 88.7 percent and in Texas it was 81.4 percent. The most equitable place to live, as far as fair pay is concerned, is Washington, D.C., where women’s median earnings were 95.6 percent that of men’s. The worst? Louisiana, at 65 percent.
Maybe it’s time to summon up some chutzpah and ask your boss for a raise, chickydoodles. [New York Times] Keep reading »
If there’s one thing I like more than a boobs story, it’s a deadly boobs story. Brazilian model Sheyla Hershey, 30, of Houston, Texas, is in possession of the world’s biggest breasts, measuring in at a whopping 38KKK. Last year she told the Houston station KRIV, “I want to look better each day, every day. Everybody’s got a dream inside, you know? And it’s good when you can make your dream come true.” Keep reading »
Recently, during a weekly therapy session, my doc and I were doing our thing, talkin’ ’bout boys, my frustration with the ones I have met, and my recent relapse into dreaming about my ex; I was telling her that sometimes, despite being a relatively solitary person who enjoys time alone, I get overwhelmed with loneliness. I miss something I don’t have anymore, that feeling of deep companionship.
It’s something we’ve talked about often in the last year and a half since my biggie breakup; during that time, as my loneliness and grief waxed and waned, my career has thrived. The Frisky has become more successful than I dared to have dreamed when we first started it and I’m noodling with the idea of writing a book; both work and personal projects keep me busy and sometimes I feel like I need to pinch myself to confirm that my professional aspirations have been met with truly thrilling results. Keep reading »