Thought you left popularity contests behind in high school? WRONG. According to a new, weird study cited by NYMag.com, you’re at your most popular age at 29 years old, when a person has an average of 80 friends. This is compared with other age groups who suffer from a paltry 64 friends at a given time. Hmm,I have some qualms with this “study”: 80 friends-and-good-acquaintances maybe, but 80 friends sounds like an awful lot for one person, even in the social media age. And what’s the point of knowing how popular you are at a given age, anyway? Might not two or three good, solid close friends be better than 80 less dedicated ones (and they are less dedicated, because you’re going to lose some when you’re not 29 anymore)? Oh, well. Enjoy it while it lasts, 29-year-olds. [NYMag.com] [Image of birthday cake via Shutterstock]
I met Michael six months after I left my previous relationship and was, I think, understandably not eager to get into anything super-committed. It turned out I had good reason to be wary: I was still trying to figure out my sense of what “myself” or “Rebecca” was as an individual after being in a relationship that required me to defer to being one-half of a couple, not one whole person in a partnership with another whole person. The baggage weighed on me and made me scared of what the relationship would ask of me. Michael and I broke up twice. Keep reading »
I’ve been obsessed with animals for as long as I can remember. I’m sure you’ve seen me (or one of my ubiquitous, 30-something single-lady soul twins, perpetually emitting twee-voiced animal baby-talk while ensconced in an inch-thick resin of cat hair). As a child, I was the annoying, overly sensitive, bleeding-heart kid who orchestrated elaborate funerals for dead squirrels in the backyard; cried as her parents explained why birds kept dying by blindly flying into the oversize windows of our sunroom; and went vegetarian-and-proud (hi, obligatory PETA membership) at age 14 when I could no longer stomach the idea of having animal flesh anywhere near my own, er, animal flesh.
Lots of years have rolled by since then, but I’m still an oversensitive, dyed-in-the-wool creature-lover. So, obviously I’ve always had pets — cats, to be specific. I grew up with a calico named Trouble, then took in Jobie in college, and adopted Joon during my crazy twenties. My animal family has expanded over time, as families are wont to do, and now I play mom to Joon, another cat named Batman, and a dog called Hennessy (aka Henny, pictured above). I love all my animals, of course. But I need to be honest: my dog is … a lot. More than I was expecting, at any rate. Keep reading »
For the past few years now, I’ve had a sporadic conversation with a close friend (I’ll call her “Jenna”) about her admitted weakness for a certain type of guy. The problem, in her own words, is that she falls for Prince Charmings who end up transforming into toads.
Recently, we turned to the topic of “nice guys.” In particular, Jenna had met a guy who seemed like a total gentleman at first, but then managed to fire off several red flags by the end of the night…. Keep reading »
We all love our significant others. They are our best friends and our greatest source of love and comfort. But sometimes, they drive us up the wall! Don’t get us wrong — surely there are things we do that annoy them too (nah … we’re perfect!). Still, at least we know how to pick up dirty clothes off the floor and hang a towel after we use it. At the end of the day, the good certainly outweighs the little frustrations here and there. We can go to sleep at night knowing that we are lucky to have them, even when they annoy the hell out of us. We may just need to shove a few balled-up socks out of the way to get in the bed. Here are some things that get under our skin — if your significant other does them, too, you’re not alone! Read more on TresSugar…
The world of child beauty pageants is like its very own “Twilight Zone” where normal rules of society need not apply. How else to explain the British mom who dressed her four-year-old up in a Hooters uniform? Hooters Toddler appeared in a British documentary “Blinging Up Baby” about the strange world of children’s glam, like getting pedicures, spray tans and hair extentions while still in preschool. Enter Liane Dix, whose daughter Scarlett competes in “U.S. style” child beauty pageants and appears in the doc wearing a tiny Hooters tee shirt and orange short-shorts. According to the UK’s Channel 5 web site, this is all (surprise) the mother’s handiwork. “She would probably be a tomboy if I let her,” Liane is quoted as saying. ”I suppose that’s what I’m influencing onto them, that they don’t do everything wrong that I did when growing up.” I’m just gonna leave that last quote right there for y’all to think about. [Channel 5: Blinging Up Baby; Huffington Post]