According to a new study done at Temple University, about 60 percent of women have faked it at some point. An orgasm that is.
I would be lying if I said I wasn’t one of them. I fake it often.
The big mystery plaguing scientists is why? Why are women pretending to get off if we’re not? Originally, researchers believed it was to stroke the male ego, but this study found that our reasons for faking have more to do with us. Most women surveyed faked it to mask a fear of intimacy, to get sex over with, or to increase their own sexual satisfaction. Keep reading »
My girlfriends always seem to know exactly what to do when I’m having a crap day. They’ll offer me words of wisdom, send me a ridiculous GIF, or take me to my favorite bar for a cocktail. The men in my life, not as much. Guys have the instinct to try to fix things and if they can’t, they get confused about what to do. While I love that about men, some things just aren’t meant to be fixed. Life can be sucky at moments and you’ve just got to soldier through. Sometimes all I need is to be cheered up. There is an art to it. Last week, I was feeling pretty down about an ill family member and the guy I’m dating brought me a bag of my favorite coffee beans. It lifted my spirits above and beyond. Gold star for him for figuring out how to snap me out of my funk in a millisecond. After the jump, some more foolproof funk-busters. Keep reading »
Who needs a wedding band when you have more than 6,000 rings on your body? Elaine Davidson, the most pierced woman in the world according to the Guinness Book of World Records, let her non-pierced groom slip one more ring on her finger yesterday. She walked down the aisle wearing all 6,005 of her external piercings and 1,500 of her internal piercings. (Huh? You can get pierced inside?) The former nurse-turned-shop-owner wore a white gown, pink flowers in her wig, a veil of butterfly wings, and war paint on her face. There are so many things I want to say, so many questions I have to ask, but instead, I’ll just stick to a simple, “Congratulations.” [Daily Mail UK] Keep reading »
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 »