America! Fuck yeah! We are good at so many things, chief among them barbecuing, reality TV and Kim Kardashian. And now, fellow U.S.A.-ers, we have dominated cheese rolling. No longer technically street legal in the UK, the annual cheese rolling competition in Brockworth, England (near Gloucester), involves the rolling of an eight-pound wheel of Double Gloucester cheese. Competitors chase the cheese down a steep hill, and the first person down the hill wins a prize. Which is the cheese wheel.
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People will find a way to be competitive about anything, because we’re all insecure jerks. That includes our sex lives. According to researchers at the University of Colorado, who are lucky enough to be paid to think about such things, having sex brings makes you feel awesome. No duh, right? Professor Tim Wadsworth, who headed up the study and authored the paper “Sex and the Pursuit of Happiness: How Other People’s Sex Lives are Related to Our Sense of Well-Being,” noted that “there’s an overall increase in sense of well-being that comes with engaging in sex more frequently.” But, get this: When people perceive — via media, friends and whatnot — that they’re having more sex than other people, that makes them feel even happier. Keep reading »
Little does the guy on the treadmill next to me know, I’m winning. He was ahead of me at first, but I’ve caught up. Now I’m out in front. He’s run 4.2 miles to my 4.4 in the same amount of time. Ha! I’m winning! I want to yell. I’M WINNING!
In reality I know the stranger couldn’t care less about me, and my competitive spark is just a way to motivate myself during an otherwise boring run, the way it pushes me at work and with my writing. But if I’m not careful, that spark can escalate into a wildfire, threatening to burn everything in its path. Keep reading »
I am by no means a sports fan. In fact, if I’m being honest, it took me eight full days to bother turning on ESPN to tune into the World Cup — this despite New York City’s peculiar, nearly European-scale football/soccer mania which has surrounded me for over a week and permeated my consciousness.
I’ve seen soccer matches before. I’ve attended them before. And I enjoy them, sure. My command of its rules and strategies is shaky at best, even though I played soccer as a kid. I recall seeing a match in Seville, Spain, and remember that after marveling over the physical beauty of the swarthy, sweaty, sexy footballers and getting momentarily swept up in the intense emotions of the fans, I got totally bored. No one ever scored, and the players seemed more interested in feigning injury and pantomiming intense pain to earn penalty kicks than in scoring hard-earned goals. And after hours of back and forth, the teams TIED. No one came out a winner.
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