In my life, I’ve received enough bad advice to print out and gift wrap Mount Everest. Everyone is quick to offer it, regardless of whether you asked or not … and with so much coming in, it’s hard to separate genuine wisdom from verbal toilet paper. The problem is that you won’t ever know the answer to that until your problem is over, when you can say, “OK, Chad was right. Punching a bull in the nuts isn’t a good idea.” Or, “Greg is full of shit. Punching them more only made him angrier.”
I’ve, admittedly, never been an authority on advice, but what I can do is warn you who to be wary of. Read more…
Sorry, single people, this week’s column is for lovers only. Now that those lonely people are gone, hold that lover close and enjoy 50 highlights from three romantic books that offer tips for every day of the year: 365 Ways to KISS Your Love, 365 Great Ways to Say I Love You, and 365 Ways to be Romantic by everyone’s favorite human dispenser of castration chemicals — Godek. Warning: romance books are not good. Your reproductive systems are about to crawl out and run straight away from this page. Keep reading »
The good thing about being single is that people are usually pretty willing to talk about your romantic life, because, let’s face it, it’s probably more entertaining than that of your seriously coupled-up friends.
The bad news? Sometimes, people will want to talk about your love life regardless of whether or not you’re in the mood to talk about it. And they will have opinions. And questions. And if you’re single for long enough, a lot of these are gonna start sounding the same… Keep reading »
Last week, guys were schooled on how to snag a girl by following the great advice in movies. This week, we decided to do you ladies a favor and show you just how easy it is to land the guy of your dreams. All you have to do is fail math, get a makeover, play the drums, date within your family or, uh, lie about your age, your job or who you are. Easy, right? Keep reading »
I don’t know who these signals work on, but I think I’m going to find out at my local watering hole this weekend. Well, that is until someone tries to help me because they think I’m having a seizure. [The Hairpin] Keep reading »
Usually we read Elle magazine’s advice column “Ask E. Jean” with a sense of bemused horror. We imagine E. Jean sitting poolside sipping a Mai Tai, systematically rattling off terrible, cliche, and gender-stereotyped advice to a beleaguered assistant who’s forced to type up every word. You see, the women who write into E. Jean often have similar problems — the spark in their relationship has died, their husbands or boyfriends are now distant or disinterested. And without fail, E. Jean always recommends the same thing — “Oh honey, just whip up a steak dinner, put on some sexy lingerie and seduce your man back into the relationship.” In E. Jean’s world, we’re all just a sexy negligee away from solving all our relationship woes.
And then we read E. Jean’s advice to a woman who’s been married for four months and is still a virgin … Keep reading »