When I tried to recall all the men who’ve come and gone in my love life over the last year, I wasn’t surprised to find myself staring at a list of names and anxiously tapping my pen, knowing there were a couple I’d forgotten. 2014 was most certainly The Year Of The Dudes. With almost one man for every month of the year, despite the fact that some relationships (and I use that term loosely) lasted longer than others, there was no shortage of testosterone in my dating life — or bed — in 2014. It’s not always easy to look back and reflect on failure, but I’m choosing to see those “failures” as learning opportunities, and one-by-one, share with you what I’ve taken away from each man. Keep reading »
When I started wedding planning, I wasn’t really worried about much. I’ve always been an extremely organized person, one who has a clearly labeled binder for pretty much every aspect of her life—and our wedding is no exception. Shortly after we got engaged, my sister gifted me with a fresh binder and I wasted no time adding dividers for all the key aspects of our wedding: venue, cake, flowers, music, invites. I created a private Pinterest account with a board for even more categories: bridesmaids, hairstyles, photo ideas, and more. But as the time passed, my attention to wedding details has slipped.
After booking our venue then spending several months doing nothing, we did start to focus on some big, important things, like the photographer, videographer, reception music and my dress. But after taking care of the more “urgent” tasks, I filed many other to-dos under “things that can wait”— and wait they did. I’ve spent little-to-no time thinking of those things, and I accidentally neglect every sort of wedding checklist I’ve signed up for. What I’ve learned is this: No amount of binders, Pinterest boards, or apps will help you do your wedding planning if you ignore them. As we inch toward our wedding date, I’m legitimately afraid I’m going to just forget to take care of a few things… Keep reading »
Molly McGinnis and Kevin Morgan had been together for seven years when Kevin popped the question on their anniversary. Proposals that go viral are usually of the embarrassing, public, overkill variety, so this intimate exchange is such a breath of fresh air! Is this adorable or what? Mazel tov, Molly and Kevin! [Reddit]
There’s a guy at the Brooklyn Flea Market who sells an impressive and ever-growing collection of vintage/retro kids toys and collectibles, including action figures, matchbox cars, wind-up toys, Garbage Pail Kids, the random remains of long forgotten rock collections and the like. It’s fun to sift through everything he’s got, either to get nostalgic about the toys of your own youth or to marvel at what older generations amused themselves with.
For example! The pack of “Your Ideal Love Mate” trading cards I snagged for $20. Produced in 1941, I’m not entirely sure if they were dispensed one at a time out of some “fortune telling” vending machine or if people purchased them in sets, but regardless, each card (there are 30) shows a photograph of a woman, usually glamorous but occasionally homely, alongside a personality description that makes her best suited for the card’s owner. (I presume these were made for men — or, you know, secret lesbians. Also, there was indeed dude versions of these trading cards for women to collect.) The personality descriptions for these “ideal love mates” are hilaaaariously archaic, noting such attributes as “knows when to be restful when you are tired,” “will devote her life to reforming you,” and “she’s a pal and a sport whether she can shop at Worth’s or Woolworth’s.” My plan is to frame a few of my favorites and put them by the toilet for guests to giggle at while they poop. But first, I have scanned a few for you to see! Which “Ideal Love Mate” would you be?
New York comedian Grace Spelman is a god damned inspiration. She created a Twitter account specifically to pretend that she was a ghost Tinder-ing from beyond the grave… Keep reading »
He picks you up, presents you with roses, opens your door, takes you to an elegant restaurant, and endlessly compliments you throughout the night. He repeatedly tells you, his voice laced with incredulous wonder, that he can’t believe you actually agreed to go out with him since you are so far out of his league. He treats you like a princess and let’s face it, it’s flattering. It’s a refreshing change to feel so appreciated, especially if you’ve dated a few self-absorbed, insensitive jerks in the past. You begin to think that maybe he’s “the one.” But then things head south. His sweet attentiveness turns to overwhelming obsession. It no longer feels like he treasures and cherishes you; it feels like overbearing possessiveness. Suddenly it seems to take all your energy to assure (and reassure and reassure again) your man that you love him. It’s sucking the life out of you. Read more on Your Tango…