The word “change” is often associated with President Obama, and he certainly got down to business during his first week in office. Not only did he sign an order to shut down the prison at Guantanamo Bay, Obama also issued an informal order calling for a “business casual” dress code on weekends.
Of course, this is most certainly not his most important act as president so far, but it does say a lot about the man. Former President George W. Bush wouldn’t allow anyone to enter the Oval Office without a coat and tie, even on weekends. Already, Obama has already been photographed without his jacket during the week, and wearing slacks and a sweater for a meeting with his chief economic advisor on the weekend.
And the weekend dress code isn’t the only difference between the Obama White House and the Bush White House. Obama’s arrives at work at 9am, rather than the crack of dawn, and he has been seen working as late as 10pm. The refrigerators are stocked with his favorite Honest Tea Flavors, Black Forest Berry and Green Dragon, and he wants to get rid of the green and white plates in the Oval Office: “I’m not really a plates kind of guy.” [NY Times] Keep reading »
When I was in college I bought my first car. The first car I actually owned was a hand-me-down from my parents (a 1988 Nissan Stanza to be exact, not exactly a pimp ride), but its life ended my senior year and I needed a replacement. At the time I was in a bit of an extended fight with my dad and we weren’t speaking at all. So when it came time to buy my car, I had to rely on my limited knowledge of automobiles in order to get the best deal on a used car that would see me through graduation. Normally, this was a task that I would have heaped on my dad’s shoulders; after all, Dads are the people you turn to in times of vehicular crisis. Mine wasn’t there, so I went alone. What did I end up with? A 1993 Volkswagen Jetta. With 250,000 miles already on it. But it was teal! And the guy who sold it to me was 18 and tan!
Needless to say, it was one of the more traditionally “girly” decisions of my life and I paid for it. The car had major clutch problems within months and just BARELY made it through the year. When it came to buying a car, I needed a man’s help. As sexist and as backwards as that may sound, I need one now too. Keep reading »
In my opinion, if you’re over 25 and don’t have at least one “bad boyfriend” story, something’s wrong with you. Mine, who I dated right around 23, was a totally self-absorbed, not particularly cute, questionably gay co-worker who was occasionally kind to me, yet more often a serious ass, bringing that annoying Katy Perry “Hot ‘N Cold” song to life. Seriously, I could spend weeks posting insane accounts of his jerk-tastic behavior or the emails my friends sent me pleading that I please, for the love of God, cut him loose. Because I probably spent more money on Kleenex than rent during the tenure of our relationship, looking back, I want to smack young, immature me for putting up with his nonsense for so long. What kind of self-assured woman lets a dude treat her like dirt? I did, but, believe it or not, I’m glad he’s included in my relationship Rolodex. Had I not dated Mr. Not-So-Incredible, I never would have been able to fully appreciate the warmth, kindness, generosity and – gasp! – maturity of Mr. Truly Incredible, who I later married. Keep reading »
I had a rather unique sexual experience recently. My boyfriend and I were making love and I was overcome with so much emotion that I began crying. At first, he didn’t notice because we were going doggie style, but once I started sobbing and heaving he knew exactly what was happening. Like any guy, he thought I was crying because I was in pain. But I was just so happy to be with him that I was overcome by the love we share. Now emotions aside, I do have to say that we weren’t having spectacular sex. It was just satisfactory. Keep reading »
AskMen.com revealed its list of the Top 99 Most Desirable Women of 2009 today. Readers were asked to vote not just on sex appeal and beauty, but also on humor, ambition and intelligence. Kate Winslet is ranked 99. Beyonce is No. 50. And Eva Mendes is numero uno. We’ve decided to build our own list of desirable men based on readers’ votes. So let your voice be heard! Each day we’ll give you a few guys under specific categories and then compile a Top Ten (or more!) based on your votes…so, which of these bad ass action stars is the most desirable? [Photos: Splash News] Keep reading »
I’m a strong Aquarius and my partner is a Libra. She and I started out as friends; we met through a drama club and a community service club. She would flirt with me and I would flirt back — at the time, I had no idea that I was a lesbian. We quickly became very sexual-hump buddies and then I kissed her in the heat of the moment. Three months later we started having sexy-time-escapades. Then she said she actually liked me; I hesitated, but I said I liked her too. So, we’ve been dating for about two years now, but I still have a desire to be free.
She can be very controlling and manipulating. I’ve wanted to break up with her, but she threatens to kill herself. Recently, I decided that I would break up with her because I am about to go to college and I really want a clean, focused state of mind upon entering college — but I can’t do it. I just don’t know what to do about this situation and in my opinion it is getting out of control. The first time she gave me oral sex we got in a HUGE fight right before — I regret that so much. Basically, our relationship is based on sexual desire with a hint of friendship. She is all about being out about being gay and letting everyone know, but I don’t like that idea. I just don’t know what to do. – Ms. Aqua Keep reading »
The Three Laws of Female Robotics:
1. A female robot must always have perfect makeup, even if her arm is falling off.
2. A female robot must have at least one spare head available to her at all times.
3. A female robot will only find a mate if she follows the First and Second Laws.
Broken Robot Girl #1 by Rob Sheridan and Tamar Levine via Chatarra.
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The biggest, baddest, most terrifying part of falling in love is opening up and letting yourself be vulnerable. When it works, love can seem like the stuff of fairytales: you meet someone, you get to know and like each other, you enter into a mutually trusting and respectful relationship, you fall deeply, madly, hopelessly in love, and you live happily ever after.
At least, for a while. Keep reading »