You’re off on a romantic ski weekend. You’ve never skied, or you’re not very good, but your chivalrous man-toy has promised to teach you. You’ve zipped your butt into a brand new pair of powder-blue skin-tight pants, your eyeliner is perfect and you’ve bought the perfect pair of goggles to wear on your helmet: this is going to be baller. Keep reading »
There are certain types of guys that women find irresistible, even if we know that those men are no good. Can you blame us? Everybody loves a bad boy, but the troublemakers are only the tip of the iceberg. There are plenty of other types of guys that women should avoid dating at all costs. Take our word for it — your love life will be a whole lot better. Read more on Tres Sugar…
It’s not everyone who can watch a horror thriller, point at the villain and say, “Hey, that’s me!” But you can if you have borderline personality disorder – that’s the condition that Hollywood loves to scare the shit out of men with in movies like ”Fatal Attraction.” Any movie of that “woman seems OK at first, turns out to be an obsessive psycho!” genre is actually portraying someone with BPD. Since pop culture treats these BPD sufferers (and no, they’re not all women) as a walking Worst Case Scenario, we thought we’d sit down with one and see what it’s like to live with it. Read more on Cracked…
Have you seen the new Similac Formula ad? You must have, it’s everywhere. All up in my Facebook and Twitter feeds, with everyone posting it along with a “Hell, yeah!” or some other affirming shout out.
The video takes on the “Mommy Wars,” pitting all the different stereotypical parenting ideologies against each other. We’ve got the formula feeders and the breastfeeders, the working moms and the stay-at-home moms, the babywears and the stroller users. The ad even happens to toss in a group of dads for good measure. All these groups meet up in the park and sling a bunch of tired old one-liners at each other in a sad attempt to throw shade. Keep reading »
Late Monday night, as I was wildly searching “what to do in a power outage” instead of gathering my candles and stick lighters and putting them in the same easily accessible place as normal people do when preparing for inclement weather, Facebook went down around 1:30 a.m. How did I find out? When my particularly witty Tinder conversation got cut short too soon, as Tinder tumbled too. Then went Instagram. The big three of millennial flirting were all down for the count (PornHub still totally fine, don’t worry, I checked, thank god), but it wasn’t until AIM — AOL Instant Messenger — went down that I really felt like my entire Internet existence might collapse into a pile of digital rubble, with the remnants of my prepubescent genital lust left in a smoldering pile of ash, never to be properly eulogized. Keep reading »
High school is the ultimate preparation for the place that we will all end up eventually — the modern office. In high school, you learn how to navigate tricky social situations, and you figure out, sort of, where you stand in a mixed social environment in which you are also expected to succeed. College is different because you’ve already learned the ropes, and you’re on your own personal spirit quest, focused primarily on learning about post-colonial literature or writing the next great American novel. Still, the groundwork is there. None of this will prepare you adequately for the social strucutre of the modern workplace.
The social hierarchies that you remember from high school are all there: the popular kids, the teachers pets, the ones who don’t buy the sunshine and school spirit crap that everyone seems to be selling. The same habits you might have had in high school calcify over time. Popular kids are still clique-ish and chatty, prone to whispering behind closed doors and traveling in packs. The teachers pets have grown up to realize that being a sycophant is kind of helpful, so theyre the ones that do stuff without being asked. And, the rest of us — the ones that didn’t really care for Homecoming and thought a lot about what they’d do after they busted the hell out of their small town — are still talking an awful lot of shit.
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