I was having dinner with my friend Ryan* last week. He was telling me about a “really good date” he went on.
“So when are you going to see her again?” I asked.
“I’m not,” he replied very matter-of-factly. “She has a kid.”
I almost smacked him with my breadstick. Of all the unfair reasons to not to give someone a chance, that seemed the stupidest of all to me. If she had a crack habit, smelled like soup, or had long armpit hair, I would have understood. But a child? Keep reading »
A few years back, one of my friends was having a hard time with the fact that her younger sister was getting married. She felt self-conscious about being dateless to the big event, and so anguished about buying a hot dress to wear. When she emailed me a photo of a dress she finally felt good about, I gasped. It was white and strapless. How do I tell her that it is totally inappropriate to wear white since that, duh, is the color her sister will be wearing? I thought. In the end, I told her it was lovely but suggested that she talk to her sister about it as soon as possible. Her sister flipped. A fight ensued.
So I’m very surprised that recently, two very high profile brides have chosen to put their maids of honor in white. Keep reading »
Relationship trend alert! Nestled in the grey area between friends with benefits and living together is what experts are calling the “stayover” relationship. A new study done at the University of Missouri discovered a new kind of relationship common among college educated adults ages 18 to 29. It is what it sounds like, two people who are in a relationship stay over at each other’s places a few nights a week, take all their crap with them when they go, and rinse and repeat until the arrangement is no longer convenient. These couples keep each other’s beds warm for now with no intention of necessarily keeping them warm in the future. Keep reading »
I wouldn’t say that I was a nerd in high school. Although I have adopted the art of procrastination as ardently and with as much love as if it were a tiny puppy alone on the side of the road in a rainstorm, I did in fact manage to get some studying in. But despite grades and test scores that were high enough to award me admittance to one of the best schools in the country, I’d never call myself geeky. “Loner” probably isn’t the right word, either. I wasn’t exactly in the running for prom queen (real talk: I didn’t even go to prom my junior year, gasp) but I had a particularly close group of best friends who were like my sisters. I never felt alone, but rather constantly surrounded by people who loved me. No, the only thing I can definitively say to describe who I was in high school is that I was there. Keep reading »
I feel like I’ve been writing about weddings a lot, but I guess it’s just that time of year. I had my first experience buying bachelorette accessories for a lesbian wedding this month, as the first one I attended was my own, so I didn’t buy anything for myself. But for my best friend, I had to find the funniest stuff I could. This would have been easy if she were into penises, as they are all over the bachelorette schwag that sex stores sell. Keep reading »