A friend asked me last night, “Do you wish your breakup had been over and done with quickly, like ripping a band-aid off? Or was it easier having it take awhile for the relationship to be completely done?” To be honest, I wish it had just ended; that it had been completely and irrevocably done immediately, rather than the long, drawn out, painful process that it’s been. I’ve also thought a lot about what would have been “better” circumstances for my breakup from my fiance — would it have helped, in the long run, if he had cheated? Been a complete and total a-hole? I’m not sure. One thing I do know, however, is that allowing my relationship to be “in limbo” for three months made my breakup feel incredibly fresh when my ex told me — over the phone! — on Sunday that he was no longer in love with me. Those words hadn’t been said yet, I had been holding out hope that perhaps there was a way we could work things out, that down the line we would work out way back to each other. But hearing him say he was no longer in love with me gutted me with the same feeling I had the day he said he needed space and that he wasn’t sure if he wanted to get married — but it dulled far more quickly this time and filled me with the resolve that things were OVER and I was much better off. Keep reading »
It’s been nearly four years since Brad Pitt left Jennifer Aniston and took up with his “Mr. and Mrs. Smith” costar Angelina Jolie. Yet in 2008, one’s alliance with Team Aniston or Jolie has been perhaps as important a statement as being on Team Obama or McCain.
“People are fascinated because many have personally experienced a similar scenario,” clinical social worker Armena Walsh explains. “Having one’s heart broken or being involved in breaking a heart is something people relate to. An obvious draw to this situation is how public the heartbreak was. It’s an issue people have attached moral values to.”
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Writing about dating is my full-time job, so, naturally, I hear a lot of pretty deranged tales of love gone wrong. But last week I received a letter from a woman who was convinced that men wouldn’t go out with her because she was just too … beautiful.
She fully believed her breathtaking attractiveness was anything but a man-magnet—as one might expect. Instead, she said, her beauty acted as a Romeo-repellant, causing suitors to run screaming from her. Obviously, I explained the situation to her (perhaps it wasn’t her gorgeous outsides, but her narcissistic insides that were doing the damage), but it did get me to thinking about all the other ridiculous reasons that women—myself included—come up with when they get dumped. Keep reading »
Sci-fi guy fantasy has hit a whole new woody-popping high with robotic pole dancers. Created by Giles Walker, these dancing machines have been humping all over the United Kingdom, Spain and even at an Australian music festival. The bump and grind girls move to the beat and have been getting lots of attention while on display at a new London art gallery, muTATE, which just opened in November. While we here on The Frisky have all been debating whether or not guys going to strip clubs is considered cheating, that was sooooo 2008. In these futuristic times, now we also get to wonder if a robo exotic dancer counts. [BBC] Keep reading »
Amanda Draper, a 34-year-old woman from Ontario, Canada, is married to Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. During the day, her husband, 33-year-old Tim Draper, is a normal and loving guy, but as soon as he falls asleep he turns into an aggressive, sex-crazed monster, who tears off his wife’s nightgown, pulls on her flesh, and forces himself on her. Keep reading »
Once upon a time, Carrie Bradshaw was a role model for women across America, and “Sex and the City” promised a Manolos and men-filled life. Even after the show was canceled, it lived on in reruns, and the movie version brought lady viewers back in droves. Now, though, the recession promises to finally put to bed women’s “Sex and the City” pipe dreams, or so says Vanity Fair, when one male writer takes a ride on the “SATC” bus tour. From a sad visit to the sex shop where Charlotte bought her Rabbit vibrator to the Magnolia Bakery cupcake-eating gaggle of female tourists who ragingly recount every single episode, some women are still desperately trying to hold on to “Sex and the City” escapism, instead of sinking into the reality of the great 21st century depression. By the end of the tour of this female fantasyland that never really existed: “We all realize what an obsessively ridiculous, embarrassing, empty, and needy exercise this has been.” Us, too. [Vanity Fair] Keep reading »
I think I may be one of the few girls that’s out here that does not own a vibrator. But after shopping for batteries with a girlfriend of mine who insists she has one in every color and every size, it got me thinking why haven’t I ever brought one? Is it embarrassment to go into a sex shop? Is it shame because I haven’t gotten any in awhile and the idea I need an object to stimulate me humiliates me a bit? Whatever the reason is, it’s time to change all that! Thank goodness for Annika. She told me to start off small with a pocket rocket…that sounds enticing. Hit up stores like Babeland.com for the best selection in female friendly sex toys.
See all the ways to make the most of the last 31 days of 2008 here. Keep reading »
Before today, I thought Ring Pops were the height of glamour in food that you can wear; I was very wrong. Designer Nancy Wu took sheets of beef jerky and sewed them together to create what appear to be a classic Chanel quilted handbag and a Louis Vuitton wallet. Doesn’t the bag look like a vintage purse that was handed down from Grandma? [via Designboom] Keep reading »