If you’re like me, the first thing you do every Sunday morning is check the “Modern Love” column in the New York Times—a collection of first person essays about love of all varieties. Usually, I am wrapped up in the storyline, scrolling down the page, sipping my coffee, eager to find out how the saga ends, but every once in a while, I wonder what the other characters in the piece must be feeling as they read it—mothers, daughters, ex-lovers, and friends. Well, that’s what some writers over at Double X were wondering too. So they decided to start a genius column called “Modern Love Revenge” where they provide the subjects of “Modern Love” essays the chance to post their responses, rebuttals, and reflections — basically, to tell the other side of the story. I was especially interested in this response from Joyce Maynard’s daughter, Audrey Bethel. Keep reading »
Rough day today? You simply must read The New York Times‘ profile of twin sisters Kristy and Katie Barry, age 24, who provide a solid eight minutes’ worth of entertainment. Kristy and Katie graduated from Rutgers last year, they’ve applied to 150 jobs, and they still haven’t landed that dream job in journalism— either sports reporting or having their own TV show.
The twins, who work as bartenders and dog walkers, have tried all the usual job search tactics—you know, mailing a package of chocolate-covered peanut butter balls to potential employers, befriending editors on Facebook, taking improv classes and playing softball to hunt for leads. No luck! Are you shocked? Keep reading »
When something is written up in The New York Times‘ style section, it means it has hit the mainstream. For example, vampires had been hot for more than a year when the Times gave them an article on the section’s front page. The paper doesn’t jump the gun on anything, so we were surprised by the couple the Times chose to feature in its “Vows” column, even though they’ve recently included a tattooed couple and one that was married in candy wrapper outfits. Keep reading »
Polyvore, an online version of Lucky magazine of sorts, but better, has finally found its way onto the New York Times‘ radar, and we couldn’t be happier (even if it took almost a year!). For those not yet in the know, Polyvore was founded by three ex-Yahoo guys—and it’s been wildly successful in this, its first year, especially for fashion-obsessed types like us. The premise behind the site is that it’s a place where anyone can go, create an outfit (they call them “sets”), and click on any one part of the get-up to buy the piece, all the way down to makeup. You can also browse celeb sets and other user sets for inspiration, and again, there’s that whole instant gratification element for when you find a must-have item. Danger! Still, we can’t get enough. [NY Times] Keep reading »
Think of fireflies, and you might recall memories of summer where you looked at the flashing lights hovering over a field, or even ran through them, trying to cusp your hands around one of the insects to catch the glowing lights. Really, you were just stepping into a huge orgy. The New York Times talked with evolutionary ecologist Sara Lewis to find that the flashing lights in fireflies are mating calls. However, what Dr. Lewis found in her research is that they aren’t any old mating calls, and the conditions for firefly seduction are eerily similar to what (human) women go through when finding a guy: “The female fireflies turned out to be remarkably picky. In many cases, a male flash got no response at all. In some species, females preferred faster pulse rates. In others, the females preferred males that made long-lasting pulses.” Keep reading »
How does the op-ed community’s snarkiest scribbler pack so much fiber and fluff into her New York Times column twice a week?
She consults her “How Maureen Dowd Writes A Column” flow chart, duh. Image after the jump. [Huffington Post] Keep reading »
Last weekend’s New York Times Magazine honored this year’s many innovations in its “Year in Ideas 2008″ issue. Alongside accolades for upside-down demolition, a vending machine for crows, and air bags for the elderly, there was praise for the spray-on condom. German entrepreneur Jan Vinzenz Krause came up with the idea for this perfect-fit condom while in a car wash. This year, 30 men have tested Krause’s spray-on latex invention, all to positive reviews. The only downsides are that it takes two minutes for the condom to dry and the spray is a bit cold. However, while the spray-on condom is a good idea, in theory — what guy wouldn’t want a condom that fits him just right and makes him more sensitive? — Krause said he doesn’t think his spray-on condoms will be commercially available any time soon. We’re hoping the good press will help change that. [NY Times] Keep reading »
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 »
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! Keep reading »