For some women, first date preparation is a leg wax, a blowout, and brand-new, five-inch pumps. For others, it’s a swipe of lip gloss.
But for me, it’s always at least a solid hour of internet research. To me, pre-date Googling is less a verb than an Olympic-style event of decathlon proportions. There’s the phone number check, there’s the email address cross-search, there’s the quick dip into the search box of his alma mater, then there’s also a quick perusal of his Facebook page, and, occasionally, his friends’ Facebook pages. Keep reading »
I don’t know much about men or dating, but I do have one thing down: staying broken up. I was recently asked by a friend, “How do you do it? How do you not call, text, or email him? Do you just not get the urge anymore, the minute things are over?” Oh, I get the urge. I just don’t give in to it. And I’m better off as a result — here are six ways I resist the desire to call, text, or email an ex.
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In case you’ve never really understood Shakespearian verse, you can revisit the classic story of Romeo and Juliet as told through Facebook. All it takes are some friend requests, relationship status updates, events, and groups to tell this tragic tale in full. Trace the whole drama of the Montagues and Capulets from Romeo ending his relationship with Rosaline (she comments “I effin h8 u”), to Tybalt and Mercutio’s event entitled “Duel,” and finally to the creation of the groups “RIP Romeo” and “RIP Juliet.” This is better than CliffsNotes. See the full image after the jump. [BuzzFeed] Keep reading »
OK, guys, here’s your teachable Facebook moment for the day: how not to handle friend requests from unknown women. After the jump, read this unfortunately hilarious Facebook thread. And then get ready to answer a few questions because it’s pop quiz time! We want to see how much you learned. [BuzzFeed] Keep reading »
I used to get the back-home gossip from my mother. In the olden days, when “Men in Black II” came out, she was like a Greek oracle or a Shakespearean seer. With her job in the school district, she always knew what was happening with everyone. Charlie’s a plumber and about to be engaged to Samantha the artist. Bobby, who had that baby so young, is working for the fire department. Mom always knew how to deliver the news; she’s your oldest confidante. She knows that when you’re too old for that kind of thing, you’re still gonna cry when the last strawberry in the floundering patch dies, and about that boy who was soooo cute when you were 15 and gangly. When the news was bad, I was prepared before she spoke because of her deep inhale and too-long pause. After telling me the girl who wore sneakers to the senior prom was killed by a drunk driver, we stayed on the phone together.
Then came the “just the facts, ma’am” Facebook. Keep reading »
Let’s be honest: It’s Friday afternoon and you’ve probably spent most of the day goofing off on Facebook. So you’ve probably noticed your girlfriends posting colors as status updates, like “Pink!” or “Black and white polka dots!” OK, random … I, for one, had no idea what was going on until I opened a message from a friend:
Some fun is going on for breast cancer awareness … just write the color of your bra in your status. Just the color. Nothing else. Send this ONLY to girls. No men. It will be neat to see if this spreads the wings of cancer awareness. It’ll be fun to see how long it takes for the men to wonder why all the girls have a color in their status. Ha!
Hell’s bells, why do so many “awareness”-raising campaigns for breast cancer have to be so stupid? Keep reading »