Now that Valentine’s Day has passed, it’s time to look forward, to shed past heartache and focus on finding someone special this year. Maybe you’ve tried online dating? But perhaps the sites you’re using are too general, and aren’t helping you meet the right people. What if you really want to shed your city living and move to a farm? There’s a site for that. Or what if you’re jonesing to meet a real life member of the geek squad? We can help you find one of those, too. Click through for our list of specialty dating sites that could bring you closer to finding your perfect match.
I am the only woman in NYC who has never gotten waxed. This is a fact. If someone collected statistics, the numbers would definitely confirm it.
You could say I’m a bit of a wild woman. My hair is unpredictable, my nail polish is usually mostly chipped off, I can’t do a pantsuit to save my life and I have all sorts of body hair.
I know, I should be ashamed. I once wondered if anyone would ever love me. You’d think not, but actually, I’ve been married for a year! It doesn’t count, though, because he’s the hairiest man in the world. He’s basically half wildebeest. So he doesn’t notice these things. That’s the only possible explanation. Keep reading »
“Wait, are you upset with me? Yes, I slept with him. No, we’re not dating. Well, because I wanted to, and from all indications, I thought you were definitely on board.”
While this sounds like one side of a difficult discussion with a pushy girlfriend, it was actually the internal dialog I used to have with my vagina. Apparently she wanted me to have one serious boyfriend. Quaint, but not my plan. As 31-year-olds entering our sexual prime, the vagina and I both wanted sex in the city, but how did I end up a Samantha with a vagina who was acting like a total Charlotte? Keep reading »
There are some seriously varied statistics out there, but a couple of years ago, The Wall Street Journal reported on a study saying that 18 percent of married couples meet at work. That’s a whole lot of employees who took the plunge and decided to ask out their co-worker.
Since Valentine’s Day isn’t exactly a paid holiday, unless of course you and your spouse own your own company, it’s possible that you’re sitting around the office today eating chocolates from your mom and considering Mr. Right. Who knows, he might even be down the hall working in the graphic department. Or maybe he’s scanning your browser history from IT. (Yea, you probably shouldn’t have shopped for bachelorette gifts at work…) Read more…
“Grooms get in free!”
That’s the generous offer from Austin Monthly, my local glossy society rag, for its “Couture, Cakes and Cufflinks,” uh, “Bridal Bash.” There’s nothing particularly unusual about this kind of shill party, and that’s what makes it particularly offensive. It’s every disgusting wedding narrative rolled into one day-long event that women are actually expected to pay to attend.
There’s so much to hate about mainstream wedding culture — the consumerism, the gender policing, the fucking consumerism, the body-shaming, did I mention the consumerism? — but perhaps the wedding-related narrative that pisses me off more than any other is the idea that men are incapable of being interested in weddings and must be coddled and babied so that their delicate wedding-hating sensibilities are not offended. Keep reading »
If you’re the kind of couple who have mutually decided NOT to acknowledge Saint Hallmark’s Day — because of your belief that it’s a consumer-driven pseudo holiday, penchant for rebellion or overall cynical nature — you may often find yourself confused about how to pass the day that so many others are making such a big fuss about. And you’ll have to pass it with each other since everyone else you know has plans. After the jump, what you’ll need so as not to be disturbed on February 14th, just another day on your calendar. Keep reading »