Say you’re getting married.  Maybe you’ve had a few serious boyfriends before. Perhaps you were even engaged to one of them. Or you might have just had a series of one-night stands that never turned into more than a few steamy stories you told the girls about over a pitcher of sangria. 

Would any of your former flames make their way onto your wedding invite list? The subject has spawned divisive debates, countless chick flicks, and a memorable episode of “Friends.”

Attending a wedding when you’re lusting after the groom (or bride) is probably not a good idea for your own sanity.  But for ladies who see exes as friends, rather than as dangerous reminders of a rather fun pre-wedding life, inviting anyone from an office crush to a former fiancé seems normal.  Read the arguments after the jump and share your thoughts in the comments!

Lights on. Lights off. On the top. On the bottom. Cowgirl. Reverse cowgirl. Bra on. Bra off. Fondle the boobs. Fondle the boobs and you die. Yes, indeed, us ladies and our sexual preferences are complicated. But nothing divides ladies with lust in our hearts quite like the sweaty sex debate! I swear by romps in the sack with the thermostat ramped up, but Frisky editrix, Amelia, gags at the very thought of being in heat.

Lucky for me, biology appears to be on my side: Yvonne Fulbright, “sexpert” for Fox News, says sweaty sex not only burns more calories, but releases more “natural scents,” which act like aphrodisiacs. Nevertheless, Amelia insists that wiping a man’s sweat off her brow is an instant mood killer. For a thoughtful debate on this deeply important subject, read our arguments and then tell us what you think!

We’ve debated topics of varying importance on The Frisky, for this installment of “Debate This,” we’re tackling a subject that is truly timely and serious. Should we—and that’s a royal “we”—laugh when models fall on the runway? This sparked a little heated debate during our morning meeting today, so I’ve asked two particularly empassioned Frisky staffers to square off on the matter. The gloves (and the three-sizes-too-small-stilettos) come off, after the jump…

With all the advances in technology and medical research, it’s about damned time someone discovered a way to minimize or eliminate that inconvenient monthly scourge we ladies call our period. Or so drugs like Seasonale and Lybrel, which advertise their ability to reduce or annihilate a monthly period (respectively) would have you believe. As anyone who watches E! or SoapNet (what? You don’t watch “Being Erica”?) can attest, there’s been an explosion in the marketing of birth control pills that help you manage your flow, but the technology allowing a woman to do this has been around since the advent of the Pill in 1960. In fact, the Pill’s creators allowed specifically for a week-long sabbatical from the hormones that stopped you from ovulating with the specific intention of mimicking the body’s natural cycle, worried that women would balk at the notion of not having her trusty monthly visitor. But the fact is, if you’re on the Pill, there’s no reason to bleed. And yet some women still find the idea of not having a period exceedingly unnatural. So the question is: when you’re on the Pill, is your period really necessary? Two women weigh in, after the jump…

By the time you hit your Saturn Return, the probability that you’ve been on the giving or receiving end of a romantic infidelity is about as high as your credit card debt. But what happens when you’re privy to the less than virtuous activities of a friend or acquaintance’s significant other? The moral conundrum of whether or not to out a cheater is fraught with shoot-the-messenger peril and weighted with Golden Rule considerations. And the potential outcome of ratting out a rat is just as complex and diverse. Should you risk life and limb to unveil the truth or keep your nose out of someone else’s business? Two ladies argue the costs. 

Oh Valentine’s Day. So loved. So hated. But it’s so cliche to assume that Valentine’s Day is loathed by lonely singles and celebrated with enthusiasm by blissfully in love couples. After the jump, a happy singleton defends Valentine’s Day, while an equally as content monogamist explains why she and her boyfriend have no interest in February 14th.

Last year marked a confluence of events both real (Eliot Spitzer and Ashley Dupre) and thinly fictionalized (Showtime’s “Secret Diary of A Call Girl”), that arguably made 2008 the Year of the Prostitute. A cache of articles glamorizing the oldest profession in recent months, combined with the economic tailspin, has put a question you might once have asked yourself in your darkest hour firmly at the fore: Would you sell your ass for money? Sure, the prospect of exchanging your goodies (and we’re not just talking sex, but any sort of sexual activity) for goods still carries stigma, and the feminist positions for and against are as numerous and complicated as the positions in the Kama Sutra. But the more attention the topic gets on the national stage, the less it stays a dirty little secret. Two women’s takes on the matter, after the jump…

We’ve all heard some variation on the maxim “once a cheater, always a cheater.” In my personal experience, the decision to heed or not to heed said aphorism seems directly related to just how sprung one is on the guy in question, but nine times out of ten, the truth will come out. And that truth generally involves a wandering wang. 

I’m not the only one who thinks so. Relationship expert Dr. Gilda Carle, who’s written a book on the matter, called “How to Win When Your Mate Cheats”, thinks that without the genuine desire to reform and a good therapist, a habitual cheater is doomed to repeat him- (or her-) self: “If they’re willing to put in the time and effort and acknowledge they have an issue, then there’s a chance they won’t cheat again. But if they think, ‘I can get away with this. My father was like this my uncle was like this all my buddies are this way,’ then you don’t have a shot in hell of reforming this guy. And no woman should try to reform a guy anyway because it’s a lost cause.” Of course, every relationship is different. Take a gander at two women who represent both sides of the debate, after the jump…

Having sex while Aunt Flo is in town is definitely a love it or hate it situation—friends and fellow bloggers, Twanna Hines and Desiree Moodie were on opposite sides of the fence on the subject and asked to argue their viewpoints for The Frisky. Read both of their extremely convincing arguments after the jump (who knew there were so many benefits to period sex?!), then tell us what you think in the comments and vote in our poll.

For many women, moving in with a serious boyfriend is not merely a stepping stone in the evolution of a relationship, it’s a practical way to both give the mundane realities of marriage a test-run and deal with the exorbitant expenses of modern living. When it comes to co-habiting with a significant other, we’ve come a long way since that old chestnut about not buying the cow when you could get the milk for free.

Or have we? Some research shows that living together before marriage actually increases the already stacked odds that the union will end in divorce. It might seem old-fashioned, but there are plenty of progressive, independent women opting to hold off on living with their dudes until after “I do.” Of course, there are no hard and fast rules for ensuring a marriage succeeds. I talked to two women with opposing views about whether co-habitating with a partner was good or bad for the long-term health of a relationship.

All manner of experts are asserting that the wheels have come off our already craptacular economy and no imminent signs of an upturn are apparent. Massive layoffs across all sectors are forcing even the most resourceful among us to tighten belts and come up with innovative ways to earn extra scratch. Which is why it’s not altogether shocking that in the midst of this fiscal catastrophe, there’s been a marked uptick in women signing on to donate eggs. At roughly $8000 a throw, it certainly seems like a viable option for fertile ladies, and an act that was once relegated to cash-strapped college girls looking for ways to pay off their debt has spread to folks with more pedestrian monetary needs, like making rent. 

This weekend, The New York Times “Style” section had a story about guys who have embraced their love of cats. I’ve come to the conclusion that women are either passionately pro- or anti-cat guy—turns out we have one of each on our staff! After the jump, Wendy Atterberry and Catherine state their cases. Here comes the pun I have been dying to use for the last three sentences—the claws come out!

Last week I wrote a blog post about the 10 Ways To Survive The First Week Of Heartbreak. Just to be clear, these tips referenced the things that helped me personally during that rough week and certainly should not be taken as gospel for every single person reading The Frisky. I mean, that would be kind of unfair to those of you who are not within driving distance of an amusement park that throws a Gay Night party every year! Jokes aside, I also did not intend to imply that “popping pills” was something everyone should run out and do. In the interest of full-disclosure, I’ve been on anti-d’s (as we call ‘em) for the last year and a half (for a variety of reasons, in conjunction with talk therapy), so I didn’t just start taking them because my lame-o fiance dumped me. That said, I do know that being on them helped me get through that first week (and continue to help me get through the second and third).

The comments and emails we received that were concerned I was too flippantly recommending that the heartbroken should pop pills (truthfully, just a shout out to Jacqueline Susann!) made me think we should address the issue in depth. So, after the jump, two women in their 20’s who have taken psychiatric medication and can report on their positive and negative experiences.

According to the Chicago Sun Times, more women are applying to donate their eggs and act as surrogates as the economy worsens. This got me thinking about the other ways in which the poor economy—including skyrocketing gas prices, increased unemployment, and the mortgage crisis—are affecting the sex and love lives of women. Personally speaking, the poor economy has taken a negative toll on the real estate market—and since the man-friend and I are looking to move, aren’t finding much in our budget and are getting stressed as a result, romance has taken a little beating as well. After the jump, a list of how the recession is both hurting AND improving some women’s sex and love lives.

As I’ve written before, I’ve never been a bridesmaid, though I almost was one until my friend’s wedding got canceled on account of the groom being a total d-bag. But, so far, I have three bridesmaids for my totally-unplanned wedding next summer (maybe, you know, if we get our crap together) and I am already wondering if they secretly resent me for choosing them. I just watched 27 Dresses (begrudgingly, at first, but then I loved it) and realized that being a bridesmaid can really, really suck and that bridesmaids’ dresses are never worn again, no matter what anyone says—my favorite line in the movie is when every bride tells Katherine Heigl’s character, “You can shorten it and wear it again!”, to which she always sarcastically replies, “So true.” Anyway, I decided to poll some ladies about their experience as bridesmaids and asked for a final verdict—does being a bridesmaid rule or suck? Their responses after the jump….

Like you could ever forget this, but Sex and the City THE MOVIE opens tomorrow. Every damn newspaper article and newscaster and magazine—literally EVERYONE—is acting like women consider the show the greatest thing since tampon applicators, that it enriched their lives in ways they never thought possible, and that they will literally be tearing down the doors to see it this weekend. That last part might be true, as I cannot find a ticket to save my life, but I really am suspicious of this notion that women’s lives improved because of some TV show about a bunch of rich women with seemingly endless hours in their day to enjoy brunch. So I decided to ask the ladies how they REALLY felt about the show. Their thoughts were mixed. But not a single one of them was fall-all-over-themselves in love with the show.

Pre-nuptial agreements have become very commonplace in modern marriages, and the types of pre-nups run the gamut. Catherine Zeta-Jones supposedly has a clause in her pre-nup with Michael Douglas that she gets a couple million dollars if he cheats. Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes have a pre-nup which supposedly pays her for every year of their marriage. Many pre-nups state in advance who gets what belongings and property in the event of divorce—most are there to cover the butt of one wealthy spouse incase their soon to be ex decides to take them for house and home. Additionally, plenty of pre-nups are instated if one member of the couples comes from money—I know of one guy who’s grandmother made it a necessity that he get a pre-nup if he wanted access to his inheritance. I’ve been thinking about pre-nups a bit lately because I’m getting married. We’re not having a pre-nup, but it still has made me think about what drives couples to get them. I’ll get to my opinion eventually, but first, two experts and a handful of real people weigh in. Are Pre-Nups Hot Or Not?

Until you decide to settle down and start making babies, you’re probably doing whatever you can to prevent the formation of zygotes. If you’re in a serious, long-term relationship, this can be costly—a 24-pack of Durex Extra Sensitive Lubricated Condoms costs about $20, and, depending on factors like insurance and brand, a pack of birth control pills can cost between $5 and $50. Multiple that by 12 and you have enough to buy a pair of Christian Louboutins [Or two abortions! Kidding!—Editor]. Unlike the pill, condoms are something that either person can pick up at the drugstore, so sharing that cost is a no-brainer. But if your protection of choice is the pill, should your boyfriend contribute to the cause? We ask our friends—both male and female—whether it’s appropriate for the guy to pay for part of her prescription.

It doesn’t matter whether you have a significant other or not, there’s no avoiding Valentine’s Day’s red roses, candy hearts, sexy lingerie, or cheesy cards (about one billion Valentine’s Day cards are sent each year, according to the Greeting Card Association). So we asked two writers whether they think the holiday is totally lame or super awesome, after the jump.