Amazing! Getting your heart broken does not have to be the worst thing in the world. After ending my most recent relationship last week, I’ve found myself bouncing back in rather good shape, due in no small part to the lessons I learned from having my heart broken once before. The breakup with my fiance over a year ago was the first real huge kick to the stomach I’d ever experienced and it taught me six things that made coping this time so much easier. Keep reading »
There are two kinds of nights out on the town:
- The nights you plan a big night out, when you shower, you shave, you wax, you pluck, you blow out your hair, slip into your sexiest heels, and suck in your stomach so you can squeeze into your cleavage-baring, skin-hugging, make-a-guy-melt top.
- Those lazy nights when you haven’t shaved your legs, you’re still wearing the T-shirt you woke up in paired with jeans you haven’t washed in weeks, and all you have time to do with your hair is pull it into a low ponytail so people can’t tell how greasy it is.
Now here’s the quiz: Which night are you going to end up kissing a hot guy in a dark corner who wants to take you home to rip off your clothes and ravage you? Say it with me everyone—the answer is 2. Like the gravitational pull of the moon that causes the tides to ebb and flow, there is a strong and as-yet-unmeasured power that pulls men toward you when you’re really not ready for it. This, my friends, is the mysterious appeal of the Grubby Glow. Keep reading »
Watching the recently released Nancy Meyers flick “It’s Complicated” got me thinking: Wow, Meryl Streep has beautiful skin. It also got me thinking about the notion of a relationship reboot. Not to be confused with backsliding, where you ill-advisedly reconnect with a very recent ex after a breakup, the reboot presupposes that a goodly amount of time has passed, as it did in the movie when two middle-aged divorcees tried to give it another go after ten years apart. It’s no surprise that the relationship reboot has become a rom-com trope – it fulfills a fantasy that a lot of us have about the “what ifs” of relationships that have ended for one reason or another, and exploits hopeful ideas of personal growth and fate. There’s an undeniable allure and romance to reviving those lost loves, but does it work in practice? Or is it true that everything ends for a reason? Two women debate whether relationship redos are worth it or not.
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“Just because your divorce was messy doesn’t mean your house has to be!” — a catchy motto the peeps out at the Colonial Park Goodwill in Pennsylvania have been touting in support of their Dump Your X’s Stuff Drive. Just in time for Valentine’s Day, the charity has decided to help the brokenhearted unload some of the literal baggage from former relationships. After all, it’s enough s/he wasted your time, you can’t let them continue to suck up valuable shelf and closet space, girl! So, bring that box full of crap down to Goodwill on Feb. 12 and dump them for good. As for all that emotional baggage you’re dealing with, you can count on us gals at The Frisky to help you sort all that out. [PennLive.com] Keep reading »
A lot of Americans get married. In fact, 70 percent of men and women 25 to 44 are married — or have been. But how do you know when it’s time to go from GF and BF to bride and groom? We asked 15 women from around the country to tackle this age-old question. Keep reading »
The moment the wheels of the plane touched down at JFK, I felt the comfort of the familiar as I realized that everyone around me was speaking English. I mindlessly zoomed through immigration and got in a cab. I’m sure you know the feeling of coming back home when you’ve been away for a while—it’s weird how natural it is, sort of like nothing’s different, or you never really left. And yet, at the same time, you’re thrown off by out-of-the-blue changes, like how all of a sudden there’s an Apple store in your neighborhood, and a building that was on one block isn’t there anymore, and a high-rise has gone up in the space of four months.
I have to say, being home makes me feel really torn. I’ve been so proud of myself for coping so well in a foreign city outside my comfort zone, but God, it’s nice to just not have to think about the littlest things. Keep reading »
The moment that my boyfriend got up to use the restroom, my friend Liz* turned to me and said gravely and in hushed tones, “All right, I need to make this quick before he gets back from the bathroom.”
Surprised, I replied, “OK???” She sounded like she’d been desperately holding something in all evening, just waiting for us to be alone.
“I just need to tell somebody this. I found out this week that Jay*” — her fiancé whom she has been with for 10 years — “has been masturbating to porn when I’m not around. Like, instead of having sex with me.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. I thought Liz was going to say she found out Jay was cheating. He was only looking at porn, though! Thank God!
But as I would soon find out, for Liz, there wasn’t much difference between the two. Keep reading »
If you saw Derek* and me on the streets of New York, you might have thought we were a normal couple. You might have seen us sipping cocktails at a bar with our hands intertwined, lip-locked on the sidewalk. We might have been gazing into each other’s eyes so intently that we didn’t notice you gawking and muttering, “Get a room,” under your breath. You might have seen us on the front stoop of your building, licking ice cream cones and thought that we were in love. Keep reading »