About a month ago I was standing in a sandwich shop near my office and my mind went to the place it usually does, which is wondering what I would do if Ex-Mr. Jessica walked in. His office is only 10 blocks away from my own, so there is a very real possibility we may run into each other by accident sometime. I looked at the men dressed the same way he would dress — glasses, dress shirt, slacks, an iPod — and imagined him walking in.
And then I realized I wouldn’t have cared. I could nod my head at him and ignore him. I could even muster a small smile and a “hi.” In the day’s experiences, it would register as “whatever.”
And that release felt huge. Keep reading »
In college, you learn many things. A smattering of organic chemistry principles and formulas. An assortment of historic dates, and what exactly happened to lead to the events that went down on them. Not to mention the plots to, oh, 10 or so books per semester of an English class. Those things are awesome. But I think most of us agree that the bigger things you learn in college won’t ever be found on a midterm. After the jump, The Frisky staff shares the most important things we learned from our college experiences. Keep reading »
Roommates are a wild bunch, by nature, by definition. A major part of the college experience is being thrown in with a complete stranger and forced to live with them, adapt to them and somehow learn to get along without killing one another. In my view, given the roommates I’ve had over the years, they should start giving out degrees just for that, but no, no. You’re expected to figure it out all your own. We’ve devised a handy guide to some of the most difficult-to-get-along-with roommates. When in doubt, use it as a reference, or don’t be afraid to “accidentally” set it as the homepage on your roommate’s computer. Just saying. And don’t forget to click here for more back to school content! Keep reading »
After I started giving blowjobs to my high school boyfriend, I soon became aware of my newfound sexual power. I had something he wanted. For a 16-year-old girl stuck in a lot of circumstances she had no control over, the tangibility of that power felt amazing.
Then my high school boo and I were joking around, he did something to razz me, and I told him teasingly, “No blowjobs for a week for you as punishment!”
The teasing tone vanished. He became serious — and seriously angry. “Don’t threaten me like that,” he said in a stern voice. “You can’t control me with threats.”
“I was teasing,” I insisted, though I immediately felt guilty for seeming like I may have been using my sexual power to control him. I never know what’s OK to joke about and what’s not; I never have. “I’m not seriously not going to give you blowjobs for a week. Jesus.”
That was over 10 years ago and I’ve long since chalked the conversation up to 16-year-old stupidity. That is, until I heard last night that some adult women actually do punish their men by withholding sex. Keep reading »