In the November issue of Marie Claire, dating blogger Maura Kelly writes about a guy she dated briefly who confessed to enjoying “a kind of sex that people don’t usually associate with straight men.” Oh yes, Kelly’s man liked to take it from behind, courtesy of a strap-on attached to his female partner. (Like the one Madonna bought for her and Guy Ritchie in the photo at left!) He assured Kelly he wasn’t gay or bisexual, he just liked to be dominated. And Kelly complied, giving him what he wanted for the few months they dated. I found this whole story fascinating, as I’ve always, admittedly, been a little curious about what it would be like to be THAT dominant in bed. To be the one doing the actual penetrating, I suppose. Here’s how Kelly describes it:

As I moved my hips and did my thing, I felt strangely removed from the experience. The kinky deed seemed unsexual and anything but intimate—after all, my primary erogenous zone was covered up by a giant fake penis.

Huh. OK, so sounds like a bit of a dud. Is this something any of you have tried? Would you? Or does it sound like a complete and utter turn-off? [Marie Claire]

Like Glamour, Marie Claire has decided it needs to offer more content geared toward plus-size readers. In the November issue, the magazine introduces Ashley Falcon, a size-18 stylist who will be doling out fashion advice in a new column.

In the issue, she shares a little about her experiences working in fashion despite not being able to fit into sample sizes, offering thoughts like, “I long ago made peace with the fact that I’ll never look good in a slinky dress or pleated paper-bag-waist pants, even if Coco Chanel herself came back from the dead and hand-stitched them for me,” and “Big girls love accessories—they always fit, no size tags required.” She also tackles jeans-shopping for women with fuller figures, giving her top three picks for pairs that flatter. Next up, she hunts down cocktail-chic clothes “for all sizes” for the holiday season.

Why does it seem like the older I get the more hectic and crazy my life becomes? Back in college, things were so simple. Wake up early-ish, go to class, come back to the dorm, and have a few bongs and burritos with friends to unwind. On the days I went to work,  I never felt spent because I didn’t really have that much responsibility. And when I returned back to my dorm ... yep ... more bongs and burritos. Oh, how things have changed. I don’t know about you, but by the end of a long work day, I am so drained and stressed, I’m looking for just about any excuse I can think of to kick off my high heels. (OK, I don’t usually wear high heels but go with me here.) That usually includes some version of going out with my friends, gorging on some good food, and, most importantly, throwing back copious glasses of red wine. I must admit my routine of nightly hedonism is starting to take its toll, both on my beauty sleep and my wallet. Let’s face it; I just don’t bounce back from a night of drinking the way I did when I was 21. Maybe it’s time to go green in the stress relief department. Maybe it’s time for me to become a “Stiletto Stoner,” only without the stilettos.

The lady blogs are all a-cluck over a piece in the latest issue of Marie Claire in which writer Lea Goldman practically begs her fellow gym-goers to “put your clothes on already!”—in the locker room that is. Goldman writes that she’s tired of women using the gym locker room to perform various tasks that would otherwise be done in the confines of one’s home—clipping toenails, brushing teeth, plucking eyebrows, and even “blow-drying their girly bits”—while she is simply trying to “get in, get out.” The thing is, Goldman knows her discomfort is her problem, but she still wants everyone else to bend to her whims.

See that older white man over there with the younger Asian woman on his arm? That might not be love—that might be an Asian lady fetish. Author Ying Chu suspects as much, a subject she explores via an uncomfortable trend piece in Marie Claire about rich men like Rupert Murdoch and Woody Allen and the ladies she suspects are their “Asian trophy wives.”

“...[A]fter two or three failed attempts at domestic bliss with women of like background and age, these heavy hitters sought out something different. Something they had likely fetishized.”

A recent article in Marie Claire magazine narrates the stories of three divorced mothers who gave up custody of their children—Maria Housden left her girls to their father in order to recover from the death of one of her daughters, Elle Hull decided to leave her kids with her ex-husband so that she could rebuild her formerly-falling apart life, and Rebekah Spicuglia gave up custody in order to go back to school.

• Joe Jonas slips up and reveals that his brother Nick and Miley Cyrus are dating (gag), during an interview with Larry King. [PopEater] —The awkwardness that ensues is almost too much to take (watch the video to get the full effect.)
• Ryan Reynolds is a fine actor, but even more impressive are his style skills. The man is lookin’ suave. [Asylum]—To all the men out there, this is how you should dress.

These ads caught my eye—which I suppose is exactly what their creators at Brazilian ad agency Publicis had in mind when they created them. The image is arresting, isn’t it? In this provocative ad series, the women appear to be holding their own lopped off heads. The tagline is an odd fit, though. “Keep a high self-esteem even after taking off your high heels.” Not sure I get that. I mean, I get the line by itself, but how does that work when the image would suggest the tagline should read: “Keep a high self-esteem—even after losing your head”? Another version reads: “Let’s face it: what’s the point having 40 pairs of shoes in your closet and 5 books on your shelf?” Which would seem to suggest if that’s what you’ve got, you’re an idiot? A third says: “Beauty attracts men. Intelligence keeps them.” Well, now I’m just confused. Maybe it would make more sense if I was holding my head in my hands. [Ads of the World]

Party girl alert: It’s National Singles and Unmarrieds Week! While the title seems redundant, the need to celebrate never is. After all, being a free agent is totally awesome for many, many very sexy reasons. So if you’re flying solo, here are some suggestions for how to honor yourself and this completely invented, yet rad, week long holiday.

1. Get Your Booty On The Floor Tonight: It’ll make your day! Dancing is the perfect way to get your adrenaline up and make the most of the money you’ve spent on booze. There’s just something magical about dry-humping strangers and you, my single friend, are free to do so! If you for some reason don’t feel like getting into the groove, this is the sure fire cure to catch dance fever.

Not sure if you want to spend $3.99 on this month’s Vogue? Don’t worry, we’ve got Wendy Felton, Editor of GlossedOver.com, here to tell you exactly what’s up on the sex, love, and relationships front in each month’s crop of lady mags.

It’s hot outside! Looking for similar heat in the bedroom? This month in the magazines, it’s all about sex. While there’s plenty of advice for spicing things up in the July issues, the endless relationship sob stories make it even more tempting to remain celibate.

30 Rock was finally back on TV last night, after the long hiatus during the writer’s strike. We’re thrilled! And so must be the media, because Frisky fave Tina Fey is on two major magazine covers this month, Marie Claire and Entertainment Weekly. (She’s also got the comedy Baby Mama coming out soon, alongside Amy Poehler.) Oh, and on last night’s episode of 30 Rock, Liz Lemon was disgusted by the network’s latest hit, MILF Island. See what it’s all about, after the jump.

When we read the April issue of Marie Claire, we seriously bugged out over the story, “My Sister The Porn Star” by Robert Radin. First of all, it was depressing and creepy, two words we’re not used to associating with a fashion-happy lady mag. Second of all, it kind of pissed us off that the writer of the story seemed to be weirdly voyeuristic and, dare we say it, pervy about discovering that his sister was an adult film star. While the article went into the details of Radin’s sister’s tragic life, it didn’t give any insight into whether, you know, he gave a crap if she was dead or alive. Her story seemed like a quick and easy way for him to make a quick buck. Thankfully, we’re not alone in this sentiment. Nerve sums it up very nicely.

Dude, we realize she’s been airbrushed, but a super preggo Christina Aguilera on the cover of Marie Claire looks super gorgeous. Why is it that pregnant ladies can get all nudie and it’s considered beautiful and elegant and sweet, but non-knocked up women getting nekkid for the camera is considered porn? Is it because being in the pregnant state is considered clean and innocent? We’re not saying we disagree, but it’s just odd because, clearly, if you’re with child, you’re no virgin, unless your name is Mary and you hail from Nazareth. [Marie Claire]