Tag Archives: hippie

Girl Talk: Friends With Benefits? I Don’t Think So

SimchaDecember 7, 2008 //

Not long ago, I met a guy that reminded me of that sexy NPR storyteller Ira Glass. Instantly, I fell in nerd-love with this doppelganger. After dating for a while, though, we realized we had only one thing in common: sex. So we decided to be friends with benefits. According to a Michigan State University study, sixty-percent of college co-eds have been involved in an FWB relationship, and plenty of my thirty-something girlfriends were doing it to stay satisfied, so I figured I’d give the laid back, no-romantic-attachments approach to getting laid a whirl. A year later, faux-Ira and I still hang out and hump. After our most recent rendezvous last weekend, I began to wonder what I’m doing. What are the real benefits to friends with benefits? Sure, now I have an in-case-of-sexual-emergency-hit-Glass-lookalike. At the same time, I’ve started to realize my situation is causing me to question the meaning of friendship, challenging my chances at romances, and wobbling my emotional stability. Keep reading »

Cuddle Parties: Hugs For Fugs

SimchaMay 12, 2008 //

Funerals, talking to a member of the clergy, bumping into your ex and his new girlfriend — these are all really uncomfortable situations. But nothing gives me more heebee-jeebees than the thought of having to snuggle strangers at a Cuddle Party. Until an episode of Scott Baio is 45…and Single (see above), I had never heard of such a nightmare, er, event. Apparently it’s a group of people, who don’t know each other, dressed in pa-jam-jam’s that bond and then eventually embrace for an extended period of time. Yuck! It’s not supposed to be sexy and I can guarantee, after looking around at the peeps in a Hallmark card store, that it definitely isn’t. However, like skinny jeans, this uncomfortable trend is becoming popular across America according to a CBS News Report. I don’t want to judge the hug, it has its place — a firm hello for friends and family, a little bid of support for someone sad, etc — but it usually takes me naked, in your bed, to get a full spoon on. Yet somehow, without the aid of booze, people are still into the idea of holding on to hippies they’ve only just met. I’ve never felt so alone in all my life. Don’t touch me! Keep reading »