Contrary to popular (male) belief, women are simple creatures. We like flip cup and Theroux novels just as much as the next guy. Playing the Devil’s Advocate, here, I know that men and women are very much different, and advertisers have to market different things, but c’mon! Women want an electric razor/vibrator combo about as much as men want an STD testing sock. Multi-tasking gone wrong, people.
You think that’s an exception to products advertised towards women? Wrong. Check out the all the weird female products I was able to conjure up! Like the Kush Support for breast separation. The world is weird, y’all. Read More …
Scientists have a new way of investigating a subject’s sexuality: It’s all in the eyes, they say. Instead of using invasive methods—such as a band around the penis—to determine sexual response, researchers at Cornell simply measured the dilation of subjects’ pupils in response to erotic videos, using an infrared lens. The scientists say it could be the most accurate way of determining a person’s sexuality, the Los Angeles Times reports. Read more…
We all go through dry spells. We all know what it’s like. So let’s give ourselves permission to laugh about those moments when you realize it has been entirely too long since you last had sex. Here are 15 signs. Keep reading »
Eek! Bicycle riding ladies, the Journal of Sexual Medicine has published a study about the bad things a bicycle can do to a vagina. According to researchers at Yale, competitive female cyclists who had their handle bars lower than their bike seat experienced “significantly higher vibratory thresholds in the anterior vagina, compared with riders whose handlebars were level with the bike saddle.” Translation: they lost sensation in parts of their vaginas! Keep reading »
Honestly, I was just kind of looking for an excuse to use the word inclement — one of my favorites — and this study seemed like the perfect vehicle. But also, it contains important findings about inclement weather and how it makes people horny. Research done by Trojan found that about 70 percent of Americans had done it during a tornado, thunderstorm or hurricane. You know what that means, kids. Along with the candles, bottled water and canned beans, you’d best be adding some [Trojan] condoms to your emergency survival kit because you’ll need to be prepared to entertain yourself while locked in the storm cellar. If only I had someone, besides my television, to keep me company during Hurricane Irene. Oh well, there will be other storms in my future I suppose. [CBS Tampa]
On occasion, I get mildly – just mildly – depressed. That sort of depressed where you can’t quite pin it on one particular thing, where it’s more a general, ambiguous malaise. On the occasions when I find myself feeling this way, and as a single woman in her 30′s who lives alone and works from home, I try to get out of the house. On one such occasion, I decided to treat myself to brunch. I did so at a restaurant down the block from my apartment, a spot I dined at, on average, two times a week. Whenever I go in there, I arrive with book in hand, sit at the bar, order a glass of wine, followed by a bowl of soup, followed by a cup of hot water. The routine, as a whole, prompted frequent urination, which both A) provided helpful intermissions to my reading, and B) helped me, as a Solo Diner, to look occupied.
The restaurant’s most winning feature is – and has always been – a loin-achingly handsome waiter I shall henceforth call Brian.* If you imagine both John Lennon and Justin Timberlake at their most handsome of stages, shaken, stirred, poured into a tall glass of water, you’d wind up with Brian. I knew, as all patrons knew, that Brian was to be not obtained, merely ogled; that one did well to appreciate him as exquisite décor rather than realistic option. Keep reading »