The author Lori Gottlieb markets herself as a teller of harsh relationship truths for women. As a contributor to The Atlantic, she saw her 2008 piece “Marry Him!” turned into a full-fledged book in which she advocates that women abandon long lists of qualities marriageable men need to have and marry Mr. Good Enough before their biological clock ticks its last tock. (I interviewed Gottlieb about Marry Him: The Case For Settling For Mr. Good Enough back in 2011.)
Gottlieb, who is also a psychotherapist, is back with a new controversial subject in The New York Times Magazine: how trying to be completely egalitarian in our relationships may be taking the passion out of our sex lives. Keep reading »
Men who do domestic chores get laid more often, according to a study published in the American Sociological Review.
However, it comes with a strangely sexist caveat: only doing “manly” chores leads to more bedroom action. Keep reading »
My brother grew up with four sisters in the house. I know, right? Come to find out, there’s more to having a bunch of sisters than just growing up to be a ladies’ man. A new study published in the Journal of Politics has found that boys with sisters are more likely to grow up to be Republicans and also to do less housework. You might think that being exposed to more girls early on might prompt a boy to be more egalitarian — but apparently you would be wrong. Keep reading »
I’m not a simple woman made happy by simple things. I like fancy stuff! But I swear to God, if I could just have a washing machine and dryer inside my apartment …. I’d be as thrilled as if I came home and Michael Fassbender was waiting for me in bed with a bowl of chocolate mousse.
See, I’m lazy about doing laundry. It’s one of my least favorite chores. Not because I mind putting the clothes in the machines and folding them; I don’t mind that at all. It’s just a huge hassle to lug my laundry down a flight of stairs, plus my old-lady pushcart, and go over to the laundromat. The whole ordeal stresses me out so much that I put off doing laundry … and put it off … and put it off … until finally I’m stuck wearing a bikini bottom as undies and T-shirt that doesn’t fit anymore. (I know that I could make this easier for myself by paying for laundry dropoff/pickup, but I’d rather use that money to pay for dry cleaning more often.) Also, I’m really lazy. There, I said it.
It turns out I’m not the only Frisky staffer with laundry issues. We here by confess to the following: Keep reading »
Thanksgiving is a lovely time of year to not only see distant family and beloved friends, but also dredge up decades-old resentments. A famous familial bugaboo is who helps clear the table/wash plates/Saran Wrap the leftovers and who sits on their ass, pretending to be paralyzed by a food coma. (Of course, food coma person perks right up when the pecan pie comes out. I’m on to you, Christian.) I am fortunate that I grew up with a father who has always shared 50/50 of chores equally with my mother, including on holidays. The fact that my parents’ kitchen is clogged with women doing cleanup has more to do with the fact they have four daughters than anything else. Keep reading »