There’s only one thing I love more than reality television—my gay BFF!  We go together like a penis and vagina, except that we don’t have sex, obvi. Now even Bravo wants to get in on our sweet action. Rumor has it, the network that brings you Kathy Griffin and Project Runway has a new reality TV show in the works. According to gossip king Michael Musto, it will be about couples comprised of gays and the girls they love.  Although the premiere date has not been announced, I’m already making space on my DVR!  I hope this show really helps break down discrimination—and I don’t mean just against homos. The ladies who love the gays often get called hags. As if! Listen, I might not be Angelina Jolie, but I’m sick of being called a paper bagger just because I hang out with guys who aren’t interested in packing my box! And let’s face it, that name is a misnomer in most cases—Margaret Cho, Madonna, Chelsea Handler, Katherine Heigl (pictured at left with her GBFF), and even Clay Aiken’s baby mama are totally slammin’! Speaking of which, I hope Clay and his special lady/womb at least have a guest spot. Still, I wonder what the show will even be like…an “Amazing Race”-style adventure, a style show like “Top Design”, a buddy comedy like “Beauty and the Geek”?  Supposedly, the concept comes from a book that contains a collection of essays called “Girls Who Like Boys Who Like Boys”. Well, whenever and whatever it is, I’ll be watching!

Reader Kristin spotted this while visiting her sis in Denver, CO. [Photo: Kristin Mohn]

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Dating is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re gonna get. Sometimes, your date may make Forrest Gump seem like a Mensa member. Falling in love takes time, but chemistry is instantaneous. This week, Kate Hudson admitted she ditched out on one first date with a banker before they’d even ordered dinner.

There was a period in my early twenties, not too long after college graduation, and even sooner after the painful break-up of my first real relationship, that I hopscotched through a series of dead-end jobs (seven in four months!), dated recklessly, and pumped my body with substances I wouldn’t clean a carburetor with these days. Then, one day, perusing the self-help aisle in Borders, I came across a book on the “quarterlife crisis.” I picked it up, found a comfy chair in the back of the store, and skimmed enough pages to understand there was a name for what I was going through, a phase, and it was just a matter of time before I’d move past it.

Why didn’t he call?  What did I do wrong? Do you think he likes me? If I had a nickel for every time I asked my BFF these questions, I’d be rich. While I may pointlessly fritter away my imaginary nickels on high-heels, it turns out that I’ve definitely been wasting my energy and time, not just the money I’ve spent, on the wrong lovers. According to an article in The New York Times by Sarah Kershaw, “Girl Talk Has Its Limits,” constantly looking for a sympathetic ear may be sabotaging your relationships. While getting validation for your vagina troubles can be comforting, stewing in your confusion with your girly support group may do more harm than good. Apparently, psychologists have concluded that over-analyzing situations can be a recipe for cyclical negative thinking and even increase anxiety, especially in teen girls. Rather than formulating plans of action or simply living in the moment, chewing on every morsel of your relationship with your girlfriends cooks all the little bits into juicy gossip. While your bitches may give you the emotional band-aid you’re looking for, placing that much social significance on each twist and turn in a tawdry affair can suck the fun right out of all that sucking face. Not to mention, technology has made “co-rumination” as instantaneously easy as an email, phone call, or text message. Nowadays, you can chitchat mid-rendezvous like a sports announcer calling the shots at a match. Granted, love is a game we’re all playing, so clearly labeling relationship reflection as merely “girl talk” definitely has its sexist problems. After all, you know, men smack-talk it up, too!  Alas, the researchers claim that when guys open up to each other, albeit less frequently, it actually helps their romance. So, somehow, our need to constantly communicate with our gal pals has created a glass ceiling for love. Ugh! Well, ceilings need vents, dammit.  [Scarleteen]

I’m a self-described reality TV junkie. I watch it all, including Tori and Dean: Home Sweet Hollywood, Jon and Kate Plus Eight, America’s Next Top Model and I’ve recently taken up a new addiction to VH1’s I Love Money. But I have to say I’m less than excited about the reality show Ashley Dupre is reportedly developing. Dupre, as you may remember, was the high-priced hooker that took down New York Governor Eliot Spitzer earlier this year. And now it seems she is looking for love and romance…or just more notoriety in the same fashion as A Shot At Love’s Tila Tequila. I guess I’m just totally sick of these celeb-reality stars thinking the American public is dumb enough to believe you can find love under the watchful eye of a production team. And I ask you, what exactly does Dupre have to offer in the ways of love? As far as I know, love has never been a job requirement of prostitution, although perceived romance has. Dupre would better serve society by developing an instructional reality show on how to make copious amounts of money with only a few hours of work. Now that’s a show I’d watch, as long as her techniques were legal. I’ve got student loans, you know. [New York Post]

They’re here, they’re queer, and even the Govenator won’t stop them!  In a landmark ruling for gay rights, the California Supreme Court has just overturned the Defense of Marriage Act, which prevented homosexuals from being able to legally marry their partners.  Back in 2004, following Massachusetts’ lead, San Francisco allowed gays to wed and gave the first license to a couple of 80-year old women who had been together for 50 years. (Aww, old people in love are so cute!)  However, after a month of being barraged by happy same sex pairs, the court stopped letting gays make it legal when voters seemed against it. So, the City of San Francisco along with a dozen gay activist groups sued the State of California and today, finally, they successfully sealed the deal to allow same sex marriage! Hooray! [MSNBC]

Wear your love (for him, her, yourself), no speaking necessary.

I’ve had a case of baby fever practically since I was an infant, so the possibility of someday having children has always been a no-brainer, even more than the idea of getting married. Put me in a room with a dozen adults and one youngster, and the child will have my ear all night. When I was freelance writing from home last year, I made extra cash, though not much, babysitting. It was mostly for fun and to put a damper on my crazy baby cravings. One thing I never considered in my non-debate over someday having kids was the possibility that my partner-in-crime might not want them as bad as I did…or even at all. When that became an issue for my fiancé and me long before we even got engaged, rest assured some tears were shed.

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In the interest of full disclosure, I must admit that I have always been hyper-OCD about certain sounds causing me mental distress. For example, when someone has a cold, the sound of them sniffing obsessively makes me inwardly homicidal. Likewise, a running toilet puts me on the precipice of madness. So when my fiance suddenly became a snorer three years and eight months into our relationship, I couldn’t just call it a dealbreaker and bail—we live together and share a dog, so we can’t break up over the fact that his midnight sinus warbling are freaking killing me.

People in love can be really annoying to people that aren’t. But then there are some people in love that are annoying to everyone in the universe, even the most Hallmark-y, optimistic, happy-go-lucky teddy bears. Like Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes. While we obviously admire Katie’s fashion sense since she hooked up with the Mission Impossible actor, we think she’s become one of those “smug marrieds” that give other married ladies a bad name, namely because she’s become totally incapable of taking about anything else. Somebody needs to tell her the record is skipping! In an interview with The Daily Mail, Katie answered every (admittedly lame) question with a Totally Tommy answer. Highlights, after the jump:

Forget the Millionaire Matchmaker! Julie Chen and the rest of the people behind my favorite summertime guilty pleasure, Big Brother, are looking to play Cupid for the first Winter season of the hit reality TV show. For the ninth season, the cast is totally single and ready to mingle—or as Julie puts it, “looking for love”. After a week’s worth of episodes (the show airs a whopping three times a week on CBS, plus nightly on Big Brother: After Dark on Showtime), I really think the house guests are really only looking to hook-up and fight. The cast is paired up in teams of two based on their romantic compatibility, but that has already made for some trouble. Partners Adam and Sheila despise each other; a real couple outside the house, Jen and Ryan, were paired up with other partners that were apparently more compatible; and a couple that recently broke up in real life were reunited as partners inside the Big Brother house to neither of their pleasure. But there has been some “showmancing”, much to the producers’ relief. Via the live feeds available on CBS.com, Jen and Ryan have been overheard gettin’ down and dirty in the bathroom, while partners Nat and Matt (aww, cute!) indulged in a little midnight canoodling. We can’t wait to see what happens next! [CBS: Big Brother 9]

Moving is not the most fun activity in the world. It’s less fun than going to the dentist. Less fun than getting delayed at the airport. Less fun than filing taxes. I am moving in approximately 14 days, but watching this little video (scroll to the bottom of the page), is making me a little more excited about it. Have you ever dated someone who lived in your building? I haven’t. And I actually don’t think it would be a good idea to even consider, because there are only four apartments in my new building. Sure, it would be convenient, but if it didn’t work out, I would probably have to move again. [SKForlee.com]

OK ladies, check it out: We love you. We love watching your sleeping face glow on our 150-thread count pillowcases. We love that mischievous glint in your eyes that says both, “You know what I’m thinking” and “You have absolutely no idea what I’m thinking.” We love that momentary moment of punch-drunkenness when we catch a whiff of a new fragrance that makes you smell like flowers. (And we don’t even like flowers. Doesn’t anyone realize flowers are just the clown genitals of the vegetable kingdom?)
So there you have it—we love you. Can we move on now?
We didn’t think so.

Love is one of those things that has a million different precious expressions about it: Absence make the heart grow fonder. All you need is love. When it comes to matters of the heart, it’s the heart that matters most. Love is a many splendored thing…. The list goes on and on. Despite how cool they sound in song, most of the altruisms are unproven. Although, researchers at UCLA, just like the sexy boy band Louis XIV, are “Finding Out True Love Is Blind.”

Politics aside, I think Barack and Michelle Obama are the cutest couple on the campaign trail (though John and Elizabeth Edwards were pretty sweet too)—here’s a video clip of Michelle describing how and why she fell for the Presidential candidate. It’s nice to see that even in the middle of a tough campaign, with all that mud-slinging and sleepless hours on the road, a couple like them still seems so in love. [You Tube]

No pressure if you’re just keeping a relationship together to score a sweet present on Valentine’s Day, but according to the Wall Street Journal, neuroscientists in New York have been able to prove that you can love someone forever. While a group of pessimistic psychologists were trying to plot the decline of passion in couples over the course of two decades, they accidentally discovered there were a handful of couples who were still horny, er, in love with each other.