I Google stuff to find answers to everyday questions, like, “How old is Anne Hathaway?” (Answer: 29) and “What is the name of tiny salty berry-type things in Caesar salad?” (Answer: capers). Google has probably made me dumber because I no longer actually have to suss out the answers to problems on my own — instead I just type in a selection of random words that I think may lead to an answer and hope for the best. But what if your problems go deeper than trying to find the new Jeffrey Campbell wedges on sale? What good would Googling do? Could Googling solve my many emotional problems, too?
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Two summers ago, I remember sitting on a bar stool, anxiously twirling a straw in my Rum and Coke as a guy I’d been dating for a little over a month explained why he didn’t think we should see each other anymore. “Why?” I asked, stunned. He hemmed and hawed for a moment, and opened and closed his mouth sharply, as if he enjoyed the taste of the air. I could tell there was something he was wanting to say, but couldn’t quite make himself form the words.
“My parents taught me that you don’t date someone unless you can see yourself marrying them,” he said. “That’s always stuck with me. Those are words I live by.”
The wooden bar stool felt harsh and uncomfortable underneath me—almost as uncomfortable as the words coming out of this guy’s mouth. Really, he’s breaking up with me because he doesn’t want to MARRY me? Is this guy I’ve gone on SIX dates with and had sex with ONCE really talking about freaking MARRIAGE? Keep reading »
I’ve been really fortunate to have found a wonderful handful of (gay) boy friends in my 28 years. They’re so supportive and confidence-boosting—at the same time they always keep it real with me. It goes without saying that the jokes and laughter never stop. We do dinner and movies on the regular and on those nights when I feel so possessed, we hit the “scene” and boy-bar hop all over NYC. I’ve had some of the greatest nights of my life with them, but I have to say there are some disadvantages to being the token girl at the boy bar.
After the jump, check out the pros and cons of going to male gay bars with your friends. Keep reading »
There seems to be this undercurrent of a**hole-loving lately; my peers justifying their ill-advised decision to partner with people they believe can and will “change.” I’m all about personal preference, but it seems that while the Nice Guy/A**hole debate rages on, no one has stood up for the Good Guys. Keep reading »
This past weekend, my dad threw my mom a surprise birthday party. This is the second surprise birthday party he’s thrown her in five years, which is partly because I think he just really enjoys organizing surprises and partly because he really loves my mom and this is his way of making her feel special. My parents are still married, which is, yes, increasingly rare, and incredibly bizarre considering how utterly different they are. My mom is a Democrat. My dad purports to be a Republican. He’s an analytical nuclear engineer and she’s a palm-reading, feelings-focused guidance counselor (no, she does not read the palms of her students). Their personalities could probably best be summed up by the way they met. Keep reading »