As I was taking in a soda pop and the morning interweb browse today, I noticed that one of the Kardashian sisters became engaged, “Whoopty-doo hurray!,” I thought. I was pretty happy for Kim and her guy Reggie Bush, I mean “finally,” right? They’d had a tough go of it, but maybe it’s just meant to be. But it wasn’t Kim Kardashian getting engaged. Which means that it must be have been Kourtney Kardashian, the expecting sister who is yet unmarried and unbetrothed. Way to “do the right thing,” Scott Disick, I thought. But I still was guessing the wrong Kardashian. It turns out that baby Khloe Kardashian is going to beat her older, diminutive sisters down the aisle. Keep reading »
The good news: my boyfriend has engagement rings on the brain. The bad news: he’s been reading the Freakonomics Blog on the New York Times website. Why is this bad? The Freakonomics economists solve puzzling economic capers of day-to-day life, most recently tackling what a “bad investment” it is for a man to give his girlfriend a diamond ring:
Q: It doesn’t seem rational for a young man to give his girlfriend an expensive engagement ring when he proposes. My thought is that the most efficient use of that dollar is to invest it into something that a young couple would value most e.g. a down payment on a first house, etc. The diamond market is a monopoly and diamond prices are manipulated so that prices are always high. Can you construct a concise and logical argument that young men across the world can use to not buy diamond rings? After all, you already are offering the most valuable thing that you have (your heart) to your soon-to-be bride. In this age, why is a token like an overpriced rock still needed?
In response to this penny-pincher’s question, economist Tim Harford replied, “I tend to agree with you.”
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How we missed this cuteness in last weekend’s New York Times, we have no idea. Rowland Fellows, 84, and Beth Ashley, 83, met when they were 13 and 12 years old, respectively, and their families were both vacationing in Five Islands, ME. Back then, they were friends, but Ashley had a major crush on Fellows. “I thought he was very, very cute,” she said. “I kept wishing he would kiss me and become my boyfriend. It was a little girl crush, but it was very serious on my part.” They saw each other every summer for four years, but crush never developed into anything. “I guess I just wasn’t a very romantic young man,” Mr. Fellows told the Times. “But Beth was sort of a tomboy, and I looked at her as more of a buddy.” Poor Ashley had been relegated to the virtually inescapable friend zone. Keep reading »
When I was a teen, I crushed on many, many older dudes. When I was 14, there was Rob, who worked at my local video store and was easily in his mid-20s; at 16, I had it bad for Tony, who was also in his mid-20s and wore Tevas (don’t judge!); and at 18, Jesse, who was six years older, but had known me since my boobs were just mosquito bites. I imagined that all of them would see past the age difference and fall madly in love with me too, but I didn’t really have a prayer of it actually happening. Maybe I should have been a little more ambitious — and had a little more faith — like Jessica Rosen, who, after 18 years, married her childhood crush, the cute doorman who began working at her Upper East Side apartment building when she was just 12 years old. The New York Times profiled the couple’s wedding this weekend. More romance, after the jump… Keep reading »
Sometimes I forget things. I don’t mean my keys or why I went into the kitchen, although I forget those too. I mean I forget bigger things. I forget to be thankful, to marvel, to bask in my life and the people I live it with.
This economy has driven my husband out on the road. He’s working as a consultant. He leaves on Sunday afternoons and comes home on Friday nights. Read more …
Why didn’t we think of this? Apparently, this guy’s wife busted him sending nudie photos to someone else via text message. As punishment, she made him stand on a heavily trafficked corner in their hometown while wearing this sign. Brilliant. [Self Preservation] Keep reading »
Do you want an old-fashioned wedding? Perhaps something prehistoric? Andrea and Simon Bean and Jill and Richard Noble wanted to have a “gay old time” at their nuptials—so they had a “Flintstones” themed double-wedding ceremony. Andrea and Simon dressed up as Fred and Wilma, while Richard and Jill were inspired by Barney and Betty Rubble. I wonder if there were any dinosaurs present among their 165 guests? And if their invitations—chiseled on tablets, natch—had to be delivered via pterodactyl? [Metro]
After the jump, some more TV- and movie-themed weddings for all of you lovebirds out there. Are these yabba dabba doos or yabba dabba don’ts? Keep reading »
Since our wedding day four weeks ago, my husband and I have been busy writing thank you notes, breaking in our new fancy cookware, and eagerly awaiting pictures from the professional photographer we hired (we certainly had enough pictures from our guests to tide us over until then). On Wednesday evening, we found two disks in the mail from the photographer and we spent almost an hour going through the hundreds of shots she’d taken. When we were done picking out our favorites, re-living some of the best moments of the day, and both exclaiming at least several times “I don’t remember that!” (it really is true what they say about your wedding day being kind of a blur) something I didn’t expect suddenly happened. Keep reading »