Good God, this bathroom is disgusting. Do I really need lip gloss? I really need lip gloss. Okay. I do not even want to think about the germs I’m getting on my mouth right now. Scrubscrubscrubscrubscrub.
Remember, you are not bringing this guy home tonight. You like him. He is smart. He is funny. He is handsome. He’s not someone whose dirty texts I want to ignore the next day about how he wants to spank my ass again. Take things slowly. Do not go home with this guy … But just in case, I’m glad you wore the black lace panties. Keep reading »
This might surprise you, but I didn’t find out until recently that most women do not feel the same way as me when it comes to loving vertically challenged men. When most women find out about my preference for smooching shorties, it’s usually met with crinkled noses and “I could never” or “gross” or the occasional “oh, hell no!” I smile and say, “Great! That leaves more short guys for me.” And they look at me like I just recited one of Hitler’s speeches in German. Keep reading »
Last Thursday, I prepared myself for what I thought would be a big milestone in my relationship with The Young One. His older sister—who serves double duty as his best friend—was visiting and I was going to meet her for the first time over dinner. That morning, I rummaged through my closet, trying to find the perfect ensemble to project a cool-yet-wholesome image. Over lunch, I brainstormed restaurants with my co-workers, hoping to find a place that felt special and laid-back at the same time—a true reflection of me. All afternoon I felt on a high that I was about to meet my first member of The Young One’s family—the one he was closest to, no less. Visions of his sister and I becoming besties danced in my head.
But as late afternoon rolled around, I hadn’t heard from The Young One. He remembers dinner tonight, right? I thought before spiraling into another thought. What if he’s changed his mind about introducing me to his sister?Keep reading »
As a feminist, I’m on the fence about prostitution being legalized. On one hand, I do not feel that is is right or OK for a woman to just sell her body for a price. On the other, if prostitution is legalized, women can be a lot safer and get off the streets, making it easier for cops to catch pimps and sex slave holders. Though I feel this way, I could not be with a man or woman who has ever bought somebody for sex, especially if that person was a woman. The thought of them thinking that it’s totally OK to go up and buy a human being as if she were an object just does not sit well with me. There is no other way around it, if I found out that someone went to a prostitute, it would be a dealbreaker. I know a guy who is a widower and goes to one and he says he just does not have time for a relationship so he goes to these legal places for sex. I can see his point, but I’d want a man who would treat women with the same respect and care that he would want the women in his life to have for men. Am I stupid for feeling this way? — Feminist Against Prostitution
Wendy Williams, host of GSN’s new show “Love Triangle,” has a huge ass disco ball ring and the opinions to match. For instance, in this segment of “Love It Or Leave It,” the talk show queen declares that saving yourself for marriage is one of the most “impractical” things a woman can do. Why? Watch the video to find out and then tell us whether you agree in the comments!
As I’ve watched the Weinergate scandal unfold over the past few days, I’ve related to the particulars in a discomforting way. Six months, I also found myself with a partner who flirted with a woman (at least, one woman that I know of) over the Internet. The unfaithfulness on my ex-boyfriend’s part — or his micro-infidelity, as I’ve come to think of it — is an indubitable reason why our relationship tanked. Although Rep. Anthony Weiner’s transgressions over Facebook and Twitter far exceed the ways my ex-boyfriend violated my trust, I nevertheless feel some woman-to-woman solidarity with Weiner’s wife, State Department aide Huma Abedin. She, too, is likely wondering where on the relativity scale — from Arnold Schwarzenegger’s hidden love child(ren) to dick pic tweets — she should classify the way her partner was unfaithful to her. Keep reading »