When you’ve been in a relationship for a while, the passion can ebb for the simple reason that you both know exactly what’s coming. It could be the best and dirtiest sex anyone has ever had, but it doesn’t matter: it’s the same as it was last time. It doesn’t mean you care any less about your partner, or find them any less sexually attractive, it just means you need to break the spell of sameness, and break out of your stale sex routine. Read more … Keep reading »
You knows the scenario. You meet somebody new, finagle a first and last name, go home, let it gel and then your computer screws it all up. “Find out more!” it hisses “C’mon. Don’t you want to … Google?”
Yes. The obvious answer is yes, and before you know it you’re double-clicking your way through said person’s Facebook page (OMG! It’s public) and reading their poorly written Tumblr and grimacing at a slew of mundane tweets. Suddenly you aren’t so excited about that upcoming date. Damn Google. Keep reading »
I’m twenty-three years old and I’m already being replaced by younger women—scratch that—girls. Sure, their boobs might be perkier and their nubile bodies may not have years and pounds of alcohol and comfort foods appended to their hips, but honestly, what is so alluring about a pre-pubescent chick who has no life experience? Oh God, I sound like my mother post-divorce, mid-hellacious dating, pre-finding the last good man on earth. But she was forty-five; mother of three. Not twenty-three, with no children. Hell no. Keep reading »
“Shortcuts” is a new feature of “Dear Wendy” in which I answer readers’ letters in two sentences or less because sometimes the answer to a person’s question is so obvious and the need to hear it so great, being as clear and frank as possible is simply the best way to go. Here we go with round four … Keep reading »
So, I’m an independent woman and everything and even though I’m married, I’d like to think I’d be just fine without a man in my life. I mean, don’t get me wrong: I couldn’t bear the thought of anything happening to Drew, but if, God forbid, it did, or if I had never met him in the first place and were still single, I could survive. At least, that’s what I naively thought until this morning when the worst thing ever happened. You guys, there was a mouse in my house! My cat found it. And then he dropped it at my feet like a gift as I sat down at my desk this morning to start my work for the day. A MOUSE! Keep reading »
Ned Weinstein* was the white, Jewish incarnation of Steve Urkel. He was a scrawny kid with a mass of brown hair that someone, presumably his mom, attempted to part on the right side. He had a turkey sandwich for lunch every day, and wore button-down shirts in the 1st grade. By the 2nd he had decided what he wanted to be when he grew up—a neuroscientist.
He also, by age 7, was completely and totally sure that I was the girl he wanted to marry. Meanwhile, I barely even acknowledged his existence. Keep reading »
This video? It blew my mind. So to speak! Seriously, though. Three women — Carey Goldberg, Beth Jones, and Pamela Ferdinand — find themselves “of a certain age,” childless, and partner-less. Finally, one decides she’s tired of waiting around for Mr. Right. So, she orders herself some sperm from the sperm bank. Right when the order shows up, BAM, she meets a guy and gets pregnant. But then her friend is partner-less and childless. So, the first woman decides to give the second woman her sperm. Before the second woman can use it, BAM, she meets a guy and gets pregnant. But then there’s their third friend, who’s partner-less and childless. So, the second woman gives the third woman the sperm, and — well, you can probably guess the rest. So many happy endings, they wrote a book about it: Three Wishes: A True Story of Good Friends, Crushing Heartbreak, and Astonishing Luck on Our Way to Love and Motherhood. Who’s the dude with the super-sperm? Inquiring minds want to know. [BuzzFeed] Keep reading »
As a single lady who is fairly skeptical about marriage, I found this NY Times Magazine article very enlightening. The long-standing theory is that there are major health benefits for the marrieds of the world—they tend to live longer, healthier lives. But new research is showing that this “marriage benefit” does not extend to those that are unhappily married, divorced, or widowed. It seems to be more about the quality of the relationship than having the relationship itself. I hate to say it—duh! Who feels good in an unhealthy relationship? No one.
After the jump, what some scientific studies have shown about marriage and health. Keep reading »
There exists a school of thought that dictates if you think something catastrophic, then it won’t happen. What would happen if my family died in a car accident? What would happen if my house caught on fire? Two summers ago, I asked myself: Wouldn’t it suck if my first love met someone unexpectedly and got over me before I could begin to move on? Thankfully, my family and my house are safe, but my feelings, my love life, and my ego still need mending. Keep reading »