Julieanne Smolinski over at Lemondrop had the pleasure of attending a “Pick-Up Artist” seminar, in which poor saps shelled out nearly $3,000 to be educated by Love Systems Inc. (formerly known as the Mystery Method). The advice was pretty pathetic, and I’m about to save some schmucks a lot of money. Keep reading »
Men only care about sex. All men are violent and abusive. Women are victims. Women aren’t capable alone and need a man’s help.
Sometimes it seems like the erroneous beliefs attributed to feminism are so negative that only LiLo could have worse PR. So, why is it a surprise when the men we fall in love with are skittish about embracing the term?
I don’t recall how it came up over the weekend, but my boyfriend still managed to raise my eyebrows when he said that wouldn’t describe himself as a feminist. Keep reading »
Well-known peacenik Mahatma Ghandi famously proclaimed, “An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.” Sorry, Ghandi, but I beg to disagree. The sad fact is, there are times in a lady’s life when revenge tastes pretty sweet. (Even in a blind taste test.)
One of those times is after some cad shatters your tender little heart into a billion tiny shards. Sure, embracing the gloom is one way of dealing, but who are you really hurting by forcing ice cream down your pie-hole whilst weeping over Lifetime movies and stalking his Facebook page? Answer: Yourself.
Wouldn’t it be more fun to hurt him? The dude who done you wrong? Keep reading »
It’s been three summers now during which I’ve been single. And each time around May, I contemplate the “spring-summer” romance. Magic? Or tragic? Unfortunately for me, past summer hookups have been nothing short of tragedies. But perhaps this is because I haven’t gone about finding that summer fling in the right way. Probably because my perception of this type of relationship lives in a Sandals Resort commercial—a man with model good looks and I have sex in a tiki hut, make out in the surf à la “From Here to Eternity,” a vacation home in the Hamptons, meeting the parents, engagement, marriage…ahhh! You can see how I set myself up for disaster.
True, about two months ago I was still telling girlfriends, “I’m going to find my summer fling,” despite my clear inability to handle one. When no prospects presented themselves, I decided once and for all to get serious (it is JULY, after all). And by getting serious, I mean lowering expectations and setting out to find fun. Just fun, plain and simple. Here, my new tactics (which have so far yielded success) for finding your summer manfriend, pronto. Keep reading »
I remember being a little girl and hearing my mother use the term “soul mates.”
“What is ‘soul mates’?” I asked.
“It’s beshert,” she said.
“It’s meant to be,” she explained. Keep reading »
I (5/10/85) have been dating my boyfriend (6/27/78) for about a year and a half now. Our relationship is the best I’ve ever been in. We hardly fight (and not because one of us is holding something back, we are just highly compatible) and we like a lot of the same things. Our feelings about family, religion, and relationships are also similar.
But after over a year of dating, my boyfriend has yet to tell me he loves me. I brought up the topic about three months ago and he said, “Do I need to spell it out? Don’t my actions show you how I feel?” (I’m the first girl he’s ever introduced to his family and all his friends.) Then he said he hasn’t said the “L” word because there’s something “missing” between us. Keep reading »
Have you seen graffiti that’s kind of sweet (even if it is against the law)? Send your pic to email@example.com. Keep reading »
“My boyfriend is hot then cold towards me. I care about him, but I don’t know if the relationship is worth the effort. Should we stay together or break up?” — Mary, Massachusetts
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When my grandma called me a few weeks ago to make me promise I’d go out with her friend’s grandson if he called me, I stupidly agreed. You see, my thinking was, What guy is really going to call some girl he doesn’t know because her grandma says she’s a catch? And even if he did defy my cynical expectations and call me, good old grandma told me a solid five times that he is just “so handsome, Lily, you have no idea. And witty, too!”
So when mystery man did, in fact, call a week later, I paused briefly before agreeing to lunch. I mean, if worse came to worst, at least I’d have something pretty to look at while contemplating ripping my arm off just for the excitement.
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