I remember the very first time that I felt jealous and possessive of my husband. It was back when we were still dating. One weekend, he and his friends did a Bloody Mary bar crawl; I abstained because I’ve never been a big fan of Bloody Marys, but I was happy to look through the pictures Kale posted later that night on Facebook. Between all the tomato juice and the celery sticks, though, I found something I was not happy about: two pictures of him giving big smooches to a female friend on the cheek.
I really liked his female friend. In fact, she’s a friend of mine now, too. But at the time, I didn’t know her well at all and Kale and I were a fairly new couple. All I could see was my boyfriend, who was in love with me, being affectionate with another woman — who happens to be strikingly beautiful, hilarious and smart. I must have turned the brightest shade of emerald green.
I called up one of my girl friend’s to commiserate. Surely she would agree that not only kissing another woman on the cheek but posting the photos on Facebook for all to see was rude at best and troublesome at worst? Grab the pitchforks! Let’s storm the castle together!
But she didn’t say that. She said friends kissing opposite-sex friends on the cheek isn’t a big deal. She and her long-term partner do it all the time. She said I was overreacting. And, most cuttingly, she said my response to Kale’s photos said more about my insecurity than it did anything about him. Keep reading »
I recognized her immediately: the soft, brown golden retriever-like eyes that turned down at the corners, the blonde, slightly over-processed hair and tan skin with a smattering of freckles that betrayed her Southern sorority girl roots despite her New York fashion girl get-up.
It was 2010 and I was working behind the cheese counter at a shop in the Chelsea Market. And she was … well, obviously doing well enough to spend $30 a pound on farmstead cheese. As I stumbled to weigh out her dainty wedge of artisan sheep’s milk, flustered and flushed, I felt a strange surge of vindication that twisted and wrapped around a twin, slightly nauseating feeling of anxious jealousy like some cruel double helix.
We had never met in person but I could have spotted her a mile away. And here she was, smiling obliviously at me across the refrigerated case as I swaddled her Manchego in butcher paper. Her credit card confirmed the name I had come to know and agonize over for months upon months of my life. She was The Ex. Keep reading »
It’s normal to get pangs of jealousy when your partner talks about his “really awesome” coworker, maybe to the point of stalking her just a little bit on Facebook, but it’s not normal to make him take a lie detector test EVERY DAY when he gets home from work to prove that he’s not schtupping her. This is what Debbi Woods does to her fiancé Steve Woods (she took his last name out of jealousy) and he doesn’t even have a job. Debbi blames her insane, delusional jealousy of her unemployed fiancé — who she met on Facebook – on a rare psychiatric condition called Othello Syndrome (named after the Shakespeare play where Othello murders his wife Desdemona after suspecting infidelity) and not the fact that she suffers from bipolar disorder, body dysmorphic disorder, that she’s been cheated on in the past or that when she first started dating Steve, he was seeing someone else secretly on the side. Keep reading »
The green-eyed monster: it’s nice to know that even super-successful, “Saturday Night Live”-starring, Golden Globes-hosting, Tina Fey-best-friending Amy Poehler has had to slay that one. Her advice on how not to let jealousy make you a bitter person might proves Amy might be most rational person in Hollywood!
There are lots of reasons you might be jealous of Diane Kruger. She’s a famous movie star. She dates Joshua Jackson. She’s unbelievably beautiful. But here’s why I wish I could be her: the bitch lives in Paris. She and Joshua Jackson wake up every day to coffee and croissants at her favorite little Parisian cafe. Oh, the nerve!
Plus, Diane’s high profile means she has access to all of the best designers, who clamor to dress her.
So yes, I’m jealous of Diane Kruger’s life. After the jump, some of the other famous celebs whose lives we’re green with envy over.
Ugh. The very last thing we (i.e. women) need is a “study” claiming to observe women’s snarky reactions to another woman dressed sexily. The lead author of the study begins with a quote that is concerning in and of itself: “I was convinced, having lived a life as a woman, that we’re not as pleasant as some people make us out to be.” Huh? I’ve never heard of anyone making women, as an entire gender, out to be pleasant. Tracy Vaillancourt, who is also the professor of psychology at University of Ottawa, invited 86 women to participate in a conflict resolution study, but she had a different agenda when she documented how the women reacted to a young female student entering the room in a certain outfit. Vaillancourt did not document the ages of the 86 women who partook in the study or, well, anything about them, only their responses to the student, who wore either a T-shirt and khakis or a low-cut top and mini skirt. Vaillancourt stated that “ninety-seven percent” of the women responded inappropriately to the student. To use the same scientific term that Vaillancourt herself uses, the reactions were bitchy. Keep reading »