A new study suggests that the most stressful time of the week is 11:45 on Tuesday morning. The idea is that most people in the workforce coast through Mondays catching up on gossip with their co-workers, favorite websites, and online social networks. By Tuesday reality sets in and they spend the morning going through everything in their real and virtual in-boxes that they ignored on Monday. Apparently, 11:45 is the time this all comes to a head and people start going bonkers.
The study got me thinking about how there’s a similar cycle of escape-from-and-return-to-reality in our romantic relationships. Exceptional first dates, passionate weekends away, the first “I love you’s,” sweet proposals and romantic honeymoons are all wonderful escapes from the pressures of maintaining a healthy relationship during the stress and monotony of everyday life, but you know they’re always followed by their own “11:45 on Tuesday” moments. After the jump, a timeline of the most stressful moments in a relationship that are guaranteed to kill a mood. Keep reading »
I remember my first blow job as if it was yesterday. A stairwell, in a bar, with a guy named Dave Wolf, who, just in case you might forget his last name, had a wolf tattooed on his shoulder. I was a late bloomer, sorta, so my first beej came when I was 19. But certainly guys must have as potent memories of the first time they went down on a girl — where did it happen? What did they think? And from where did they divine that initial technique? It was the perfect Tuesday lunchtime question for the guys on my IM… Keep reading »
There has been a lot of sex-related stuff in the news over the last couple days, which makes complete sense because April is STD Awareness Month, and, you know, the S in STD stands for sexually.
A new DNA test for HPV has been much more effective than Pap smears, which means that we might have a fighting chance at beating cervical cancer, which is caused by HPV. Not only is it better at identifying instances of the virus, but scientists say women over 30 could start getting this test just once every three, five, or maybe even 10 years, rather than having a yearly Pap. [NY Times]
If you thought oral sex was a safer option than intercourse, shame on you! Not only can you get the usual STD suspects from mouth-genital contact, but now a study published in the International Journal of Cancer says that the incidence of tonsil cancer has tripled in Stockholm since the ’70s, perhaps as a result of increases in oral sex over the years. Tina Dalianis, a professor of tumor virology at the Karolinska Institute has directly linked this tonsil cancer increase to HPV. Basically, it’s possible that you might contract HPV in your mouth, and then that could develop into throat cancer after 20 to 30 years. [USA Today]
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Marrying for health insurance is nothing new. Even I proposed to two men when my health insurance was canceled recently (sadly, they both said no). But even when love isn’t the complete reason for getting married, most couples still have enough time to plan their dream wedding, whatever that may be. Things worked out differently, however, for writer Carrie Sloan, who wed her fiance Adam Lisberg in the 36 hours between being laid off and April 1, the deadline to be added to his health insurance. Keep reading »
Ugh, ouch. Copious amounts of red wine and very, very, very tiny plates of food – genius way to get your date lubed up.
So, last night I went on a date with this guy – oh, let’s call him The Doodler, since he’s an artist – that a good guy friend of mine set me up with. While being set up with a friend of a friend has its drawbacks – like, what if the date goes terribly and you have to avoid each other in the future? – I really like getting that stamp of approval from someone I trust.
Before I get into the logistics of the date, a note about artsy guys. They are so much more attractive when they’re ambitious and gainfully employed, rather than starving and lazy. It also helps when they’re actually talented, which The Doodler is. Thank goodness. There’s nothing more awkward than dating someone whose art/music/writing you hate. Keep reading »
Whether your data flow is light, heavy or super, the tampon USB, which comes in 1GB, 8GB, and 16GB, has your needs covered and will be available soon for an undisclosed amount of money. I shudder to think what might happen if you get the USB tampon confused for the real thing… [via Modern Materialist] Keep reading »
When a red bump appeared on my crotch, I listened to Antony and the Johnson’s sad album about a dying tranny, “I Am A Bird Now,” while I waited to see a doctor at the walk-in clinic. Clearly, I’m a little dramatic and also, what I thought was the herp wound up just being an ingrown hair. Phew! But next time I get an STD scare, I’m not going to sit around the doctor’s office like a Debbie Downer. Instead, I’m going to listen to this bumpin’ STD Awareness Month playlist, made especially for the party in your pants. So, kids, don’t forget to always use a condom, and headphones!
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I waited five months before introducing my boyfriend, Andy, to my 3-year-old son. All the books and advice givers, including my therapist, suggested we meet at a public place; I chose the Children’s Museum of Manhattan and invited my mother to come along as a buffer. Keep reading »