When it comes to Hollywood marriages, we tend to think of the bad break-ups and the ugly divorces. In 2010 alone, dozens of Hollywood couples separated and/or divorced. To name a few: Courteney Cox and David Arquette, Scarlett Johansson and Ryan Reynolds, and Eva Longoria and Tony Parker. But what about other Hollywood relationships that have held on, like Faith Hill and Tim McGraw who have been married for over 14 years?
What makes these marriages successful? Are there really any marital secrets we can learn from these Hollywood couples? Read more … Keep reading »
Despite the fact that I’ve never had a relationship longer than nine months and that one was with a 15-year-old boy, I still believe in love. I believe in the love of friends and family and despite all evidence against, I believe that I will someday meet a man who will make my life even better. Even with this hope, when I imagine the future, it generally involves a goat farm and some really cute babies, but I’ve blurred out the vision of that burly be-flanneled man of my dreams. It seems that even though I will meet a guy and tell my friends, “I think I can be with this guy for more than a few months! Yay!” A week or a month later, I’m already washing my hands of another false start. It’s not like I can’t relate to or love men, but all my closest relationships are to ex-boyfriends. It’s for this reason that I’ve set up marriage promises. Lots of them. Keep reading »
Sometimes I get to watching shows about polygamy and find myself imagining for a moment what that would be like. If I don’t feel like cooking, no problem! A sister wife could do it. If I’m not up for sex? It’s not my turn anyway! I want to see a movie with friends? My sister wife could take my kids! Sounds like a massive win all around, no? Read more … Keep reading »
You’ve heard the old adage: keep your friends close and your enemies closer. I’ll do you one better. I keep my friends close and his ex-girlfriends closer. So close, in fact, that my husband’s first girlfriend was the maid of honor in my wedding. Read more … Keep reading »
Yesterday, I told you about Carol Anne Riddell and John Patilla, the couple spotlighted in The New York Times’ “Vows” column on Sunday, who fell in love when they were both married to other people, and subsequently broke up their families to be together. My qualm wasn’t so much with the messy way in which they fell in love — which, at best, could be described as an emotional affair and, well, s**t happens — but that they chose to share all the details of their perspective on their love story in such a public forum. I mean, get married, but don’t invite the entire world to the reception, you know? It just seemed unnecessarily insensitive to the spouses they left, not to mention the children they had with their exes. Well, it seems that the happily married couple now regrets the decision to appear in the paper. Sort of. Keep reading »
Christmastime always transformed me.
It made my heart expand in my chest, placing me in perpetual rapture for at least two months out of the year. I was inevitably intoxicated by the twinkling lights, the smell of cookies baking, our family’s annual trip to the tattered Christmas display at Fountains of Wayne. Keep reading »
Well, Sunday’s New York Times’ wedding announcements sure were interesting. There was the couple that got engaged just 51 days after meeting on JDate. The bride who brought her two cats along as “chaperones” on an early date with her now-husband. And then there was the highlight of the section, the couple that fell in love when they were both married to other people. Scandalous! Keep reading »
Indian weddings are beautiful. I missed my sister’s by just a few days. I couldn’t make up my mind whether to join her and her Canadian boyfriend in Goa, where I could complete my yoga training certificate in a country where men significantly outnumber women, or to stay home in the Brooklyn apartment I shared with four equally unemployed strangers, and where I was without a car, a boyfriend, or a shred of hope. I had to weigh my options, so I was a bit delayed.
That’s how I missed Leky’s lavish Hindu puja ceremony, where she wed a guy she had actually met years ago at a Buddhist monastery, and who she had run into again by chance half a decade later while she was tooling around India.
Their love is a beautiful story. Mine, not so much. Keep reading »
Prenups are a backup plan. Like any other backup plan — the fold-up flats in your purse, tampons in your desk drawer at work, the rape whistle on your keychain — you don’t expect to use it, and you really hope not to, but thank God it’s there when you need it. For women, divorce is financially dangerous, and you’re necessarily subject to a 50 percent chance of suffering from it if you marry. After the jump, I’ll debunk popular excuses for avoiding a prenup. Keep reading »