Paris is getting fed up couples placing padlocks on the Pont des Arts railing and tossing the keys into the river to demonstrate their undying love for each other. Romance is great and all, but the locks accumulated over the years until they weighed in at 45 tons and caused the bridge to collapse in June. The bridge had to be evacuated and closed. When the Pont des Arts became so covered in locks that there was no more space, couples moved their antics to other bridges and even started to put locks on the Eiffel Tower. French ecologists are starting to get really worried about the pollution effects of all those nasty keys that were thrown into the river. Keep reading »
Make It Stop is a new weekly column in which Anna Goldfarb — the blogger behind Shmitten Kitten and Shlooby Kitten — tells you what’s up. Want a fresh take on a stinky dilemma? Email firstname.lastname@example.org with the subject “Make It Stop.” She’ll make it all better, or at least make you laugh. Girl Scout’s honor.
First up, how to handle a frequent houseguest with gross personal hygiene: Keep reading »
According to a new company named ManServants, what women really want is “a man who treats you like a queen.” And what queens want, apparently, are personal butlers/handymen/fake boyfriends. (But not, to be clear, strippers or gigolos.) The San Francisco company will hire “ManServant” who meets your exact specifications — any hair color, any dress code — who will answer to any name you call him. He’ll address all his female clients as “my lady” and respond to any request with “as you wish.” The ManServant will serve you drinks, fix your flats, chauffer you around, and even speak in an accent if you so desire.
And all it takes is cold hard cash! I already have attractive friends. What I don’t have is a minion who does chores. Let’s pool our savings, shall we? Some task ideas for the ManServant I will definitely spend my hard-earned money on: Keep reading »
On the first Saturday of August, I woke up to a perfectly sunny sky and the news that my vibrant, youthful dad had abruptly passed away of a heart attack in the middle of his kitchen. There are lots of things to be said about the days immediately following that, but to put it lightly, it was the worst. There was nothing I could do to bring my dad back no matter how much I wished for it, and on top of it, I suddenly developed a slew of new responsibilities I never knew existed. As his only child, I was the final decision-maker for everything that happened to his remains, his personal possessions and the plans for his funeral. Luckily for me, several family members stepped in to help me out, but most every plan or legal document needed my signature to move forward, and that was scary. It was like a dark comedy film come to life. Keep reading »
In the lifecycle of dating, there’s a black hole smack dab in the middle of “I’m talking to someone” and “He’s my boyfriend,” that I like to call Exclusivity Limbo. I’ve been in that spot before and I’ve detailed my time there, what with the constant questioning, confusion and uncertainty of where things stand. But even though a relationship status may remain undefined, the physical and sexual cravings just continue to escalate. So, in a predicament that could be much worse, I find myself wondering one thing: to bang or not to bang? Keep reading »
Fair warning, I don’t know how to flirt either. But I do know how to fail at it! To that end, here are eight definite signs that you don’t know how to flirt. Employ none of these, and you will be on a better path to successful flirting. Learn from those who have come (and failed) before you. Read more on Your Tango…