In this interview on PJTV, Dr. Helen Smith interviews Maggie Arana and Julienne Davis, coauthors of Stop Calling Him Honey and Start Having Sex: How Changing Your Everyday Habits Will Make You Hot for Each Other All Over Again.
Prior to watching the video, I thought, Eh, another couple of broads with a relationship book, but what they’re saying is actually really interesting — and, I think, spot-on. Keep reading »
It’s time again for “Dear Wendy Updates,” a feature where people I’ve given advice to in the past let us know whether they followed the advice and how they’re doing today. After the jump, we hear from “Not Sure About Children” the 24-year-old who was engaged to someone who didn’t want children, but, as her name suggests, hadn’t yet made up her mind whether she wanted them or not. After the jump, find out if she’s still engaged and whether she’s any closer to making a decision about kids. Keep reading »
How on earth did we even try to understand the differences between the genders before Google Instant? Everything we could ever want to know about men vs. women can be illuminated by autocomplete. (For the record, Google, I also need to urinate. Too much Diet Coke today.) [via I Love Charts] Keep reading »
October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month. With that in mind, we’re reposting this article from Judy McGuire which originally ran in July 2009.
Yesterday, two of the other lady blogs wrestled over the politics of asking victims of domestic violence why they stayed with their abusers. Are you a bad feminist if you ask someone—say, someone like me—why she stayed with the guy who beat the crap out of her, nearly murdered her, and raped her on a regular basis? Keep reading »
I remember watching Dan stroll into Chemistry 101. He had on a blue hoodie and was dancing to the DiscMan he held in his right hand. He sat down at a table across the room from me, not bothering to put his music away, even though the bell was about to ring. He turned around and scanned the room, and we made eye contact. I was instantly drawn to his gorgeous turquoise eyes and devil-may-care attitude. I realized I only had a second to make a move. Even though I’d been in my seat for more than five minutes, I jammed my binder in my backpack and high-tailed it across the room, lest anyone beat me to the seat next to him.
“Hey,” I said, slipping into the chair just as the bell sounded. “Want to be my lab partner?”
“Cool,” he replied.
A week later, he gave me a Smiths mix CD and asked if I’d be his girlfriend. We lasted for a month—which is the equivalent of a year in high school time. Keep reading »