When I told a friend that I was in break-up recovery, she didn’t hand me the name of her therapist, she lent me her “Sex and the City” Collector’s Gift Set. I had caught reruns of the show on the few nights I watched television outside of “60 Minutes” and “Frontline,” and while I loved the show for Samantha’s bawdy comments and Carrie’s commitment issues, every time I caught a rerun I learned the lesson that I needed. It became my modern-day version of the After-School Special, and I was hooked. So a month ago, between tears, I sat down with a glass of red Zinfandel, some dark chocolate, and started on all six seasons of its high-heeled wisdom. Keep reading »
We just got a press release telling us about about a nationwide protest in support of Rihanna/people who are unlucky in love. On Feb. 13, Radio station WBLI in West Babylon, NY, is having a “Shred Your Ex” party complete with a wood chipper for shredding photos, letters, and mementos from ex-lovers, as well as Chris Brown CDs and posters. Sure, we’re all mad at Brown for allegedly beating on our girl Rihanna, but we’re in an economic downturn — wouldn’t it be better to sell paraphernalia on eBay? Also, please recycle all love letters. Let’s do our part to help the environment! Keep reading »
Feminine touches make a house a home, but before you invite a man back to your place on Valentine’s Day, you’ve gotta make it dude-friendly. Think of it like baby-proofing a place, but for the other kind of baby! You don’t want him to get turned off by your knickknacks when he’s already turned on by the mere thought of seeing your junk. So, here’s how to get your space ready for sexy time ….
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Guys have it easy when it comes to Valentine’s Day gift-giving. There are so many completely obvious options: lingerie, flowers, jewelry, chocolate. Sure, we might not want those things, but at least it’s a starting point. To help you find a gift for your boy that will be appreciated, we asked eight guys in cities around the country what they hope to get on Feb. 14. Keep reading »
Sometime when I wasn’t looking, Valentine’s Day metamorphosed from a C-list kids’ holiday, with pink and red candy and construction-paper hearts, into an extravaganza. The regular-person equivalent of Oscar Night, but instead of Best Picture or Best Supporting Actress, prizes are given for Best Achievement in the Acquisition of a Leading Man.
But what if you don’t have a new pet “project” to promote or arm candy to show off? Better stay home rather than remind everyone that you couldn’t land the role of girlfriend, even for one night. Cause being single is cause for as much mortification as a bad dress on the red carpet. Keep reading »
Have you seen graffiti that’s kind of sweet (even if it is against the law)? Send your pic to firstname.lastname@example.org. Keep reading »
We asked you to send us stories about your best and worst Valentine’s Day. After the jump, Eddie tells about he impressed (and surprised) his lady with a home cooked meal. Keep reading »
You might remember back in December when I was home for the holidays my mom passed down my great-grandmother’s engagement ring and I debated whether to use it for my own engagement. At the time, my boyfriend, Drew, and I were talking marriage pretty seriously and I knew I needed to make a decision about the ring soon or at least point Drew in the right direction for a different option. The family heirloom was mine to keep whatever I decided to do with it, so I brought it back to New York with me and thought about it for a few weeks. When one of my best friends — a gay guy with incredible taste — came to visit from Chicago, I showed him the ring and he all but declared I MUST use it as an engagement ring.
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Call me a snoop, but I’ve always been curious about couples’ lives together. Yesterday’s New York Times featured photos of couples in bed together, giving people with prying eyes (like me!) a glimpse at intimate moments in the bedroom. Taken by real-life couple James Frank Tribble and Tracey Mancenido, the “Pillow Talk” series might make you feel a little like a peeping Tom. And it make you want to head over to Bed Bath & Beyond for some new sheets. [NY Times] Keep reading »