Whenever you think about the travails of dating and mating, consider this guy, and be glad this hasn’t happened to you. An anonymous man wrote into Slate’s advice column, Dear Prudence, asking what to do about a rather unbelievable series of genetic events.
Read on for the full query. Keep reading »
My parents had only two rules for my brothers and me when we were growing up:
1. Don’t become a Republican.
2. Don’t join the military.
So you can imagine everyone’s shock and confusion when my fiercely liberal brother Corwin announced that he had enlisted in the Marines.
God help me for admitting this: I don’t like my brother’s fiancée. Phew. It feels so freeing to write these words. I can’t even bring myself to call her my future sister-in-law. It makes my skin itch. I would love to be able to give you a concrete reason for being irked by her. Like she kicks small dogs or steals subway seats from old ladies or physically abuses my little brother. None of the above. Keep reading »
When we were kids, my younger brother Greg drove me bonkers. His favorite activity was lying like a corpse on my bed while I screamed, “GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT!” until I finally dragged him into the hallway. He also liked hiding, then jumping out and scaring me. He wailed like a cat in an imitation of my singing in the shower. I found out he read my diary. (How? By reading his.)
But we were still fiercely protective of each other, especially as the only Chinese kids in a neighborhood rampant with racism, and as we got older, we became more friends than squabbling siblings, banding together against our nagging parents and their disapproval of our non-traditional pursuits (book writing for me, screenwriting for him). But it was when I was going through the toughest time in my life that Greg became not just my ally but my voice of reason, my Cassandra, the one person I knew who was unafraid to tell me the truth. Keep reading »
Teen brothers can be awful. Trust me, I had one. But even in his infinite jerkitude, my brother never did anything as slut-shaming or awful as the alleged doings of a little Facebook hoodlum named Chris. According to Nerve.com, teenager Chris got ratted out by his sister, Katie, for a 12-pack of beer he had stashed in his bedroom. To retaliate, he allegedly rooted through her bedroom until he found her “hookup list,” which he posted on Facebook. Chris appears to have posted a looseleaf list of Katie’s conquests — “Adrian finger me,” “Brian only kiss” — and underneath he wrote a nasty little paragraph about it:
Since all I can do and all I’ll ever [do] for the next 2 and a half months involve [sic] sitting on the computer all day, I thought I’d get a little revenge today. Everyone out there might think my sister is such a sweet and innocent girl, but a few days ago I decided to go treasure hunting in her room and found a little something special in her closet. this will make the next 2.5 months bearable.
Ladies and gentlemen…..my sister is a whore.
Ugh. Douche! Keep reading »
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