I was the kind of kid who never had my friends over to my house to play or for sleepovers because I would get really stressed out about entertaining them and making sure they had a good time. Even now I sort of dread having overnight guests or visitors from out of town — even my own family! — not because I don’t, like, love them and want to see them, but because I get serious anxiety over making sure they have THE BEST TIME EVER. I have a birthday party every year, sure, but do not for a second doubt that I have a knot in my stomach about people showing up until I get good and drunk. Therefore, it should come as no surprise that I have loads of anxiety about planning a wedding that is both friggin’ awesome for me and the feef, but for our guests as well. So why not elope and save myself the gray hairs and crippling anxiety? Because I truly want to have a huge bash surrounded by our friends and family; I want to wear a pretty dress I will never wear again; I want a professional photographer to take our picture and airbrush out the three zits on my face that never go away; I want to have the kind of party that really embodies who the feef and I are.
I want to have a wedding, damn it. There. I said it. Keep reading »
Why does that busted butter face on the second floor have a boyfriend and I don’t? Why canâ€™t beautiful and successful women seem to find love? Why canâ€™t I win an eBay auction? It all has to do with game theory. â€œStrong biddersâ€ like Cameron Diaz know they have got it going on, so they hold out for incredible, perfect offers. While â€œweak biddersâ€ (you know who Iâ€™m talking about, cough, Brandon Davis), know theyâ€™re not strong contenders, so they tend to be super aggressive to compensate. This is how the fugs get the love — they take what they can get. So, just like in the work place, when it comes to romance, youâ€™ve got to be assertive if you want to get what you deserve. Mystery solved. [Slate] Keep reading »
He apparently attracts his girlfriends’ ex-boyfriends like the plague. Now he can get you yours! But you’ll have the best results, if you sleep with him. [Craigslist] Keep reading »
Pre-nuptial agreements have become very commonplace in modern marriages, and the types of pre-nups run the gamut. Catherine Zeta-Jones supposedly has a clause in her pre-nup with Michael Douglas that she gets a couple million dollars if he cheats. Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes have a pre-nup which supposedly pays her for every year of their marriage. Many pre-nups state in advance who gets what belongings and property in the event of divorce — most are there to cover the butt of one wealthy spouse incase their soon to be ex decides to take them for house and home. Additionally, plenty of pre-nups are instated if one member of the couples comes from money — I know of one guy who’s grandmother made it a necessity that he get a pre-nup if he wanted access to his inheritance. I’ve been thinking about pre-nups a bit lately because I’m getting married. We’re not having a pre-nup, but it still has made me think about what drives couples to get them. I’ll get to my opinion eventually, but first, two experts and a handful of real people weigh in. Are Pre-Nups Hot Or Not? Keep reading »
Maybe you’ve never admitted it out loud, but we all have the capacity to be cruel. The Bad Girlfriend has the capacity and then some. She’s a friend of ours who we love for being trustworthy and smart, funny and exceedingly loyal…to her girlfriends, that is. But boyfriends? That’s another story. We pity the fools who end up on her arm—give it a few months, a year, even three, and suddenly they won’t know what hit ‘em. We don’t expect you to love her, but we do expect that you may, begrudgingly, see a bit of yourself in her bad deeds.
There are many times in life when you get busted for doing something wrong and freeze -up in fear— you know that feeling when your heart seems to stop, a wave of hot panic washes over you, and your bladder control muscles stop working properly? This can happen anytime, such as when you’re 14 and get caught smoking by your principal, or when security guards stop you at the front door of the mall when you have an unpaid for sweater balled up in your bag. (Ok, maybe that was just me.) But nothing will prepare you for having this feeling when you’re in the middle of having sex. There’s only really one thing that can cause this panic: calling out the wrong person’s name in the middle of the deed. Keep reading »