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Stupid Study Says Guys With Lots Of Sisters Aren’t Sexy!

In a dream world, where my uterus wasn’t running out of time, childbirth was painless, and kids behaved like angels, I would have four kids: three girls, one boy. Unfortunately, in the real world, my son, having grown up surrounded by girls, would be viewed as “less sexy” by women as an adult. That’s according to a study conducted at the University of Texas and published in the journal Psychological Science, which says that men who grow up with a lot of female siblings will have less sex as adults. Keep reading »

Mind Of Man: What My Sister Taught Me

My big sister’s favorite game to play with me as a child was a simple one that I’ll just call “Lure John into the dark basement, then race up the stairs and lock the door.” It was a game that I always lost, and she always won. I’d beg her to open the door, and she’d just cackle. My sister had a wicked snicker. She wasn’t sadistic. This was just the law of the jungle. The price I paid for her not smothering me in the cradle. The door would eventually open like her arms and her laughter would be a sprinkler on a summer day, soaking us both. So we’d both end up laughing, and there would be no grudges. Because there really aren’t any grudges between brothers and sisters. Brothers and sisters are as close as peanut butter and jelly. Keep reading »

Girl Talk: My Brother Is Getting Married

My younger brother Dan used to sleep in a car bed with a GI Joe tent over it. He owned a skateboard, a boogie board, a BMX bike, a moped, and a scooter. His favorite movies were “Rad” and “Gleaming the Cube.” But underneath his little daredevil facade was a kid that worshiped me, his older sister who occasionally used him as a human Barbie doll. He did whatever he could to please me — even if it meant wearing a dress — whatever it took to be accepted by me — even if it meant watching “Annie” every day for a week. I embraced him as my apprentice, my little neophyte. As we got older, I tried to instill him with values and culture. I introduced him to indie films and alternative music. I dragged him along to parties with my artist friends and gave him books to broaden his perspective. I encouraged him to leave the state for college and travel, to grow as a human being. I supported him 100 percent when he decided to move to New York City post-college to pursue a career in finance. I was always there when he needed advice. Staring at the clean-cut, 26-year-old man sitting across from me at his engagement dinner, I barely recognized the person he had become. Keep reading »

Ice Dancing Is Sort Of Incestuous

Tonight, when you turn on the Olympics and watch the ice dancing competition, you’ll see couples look lustily at one another as they dance the tango. Some of these pairs, however, are siblings. Of the 23 ice-dancing teams competing in the Olympics, four are brother-sister duos. Ick.

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The Curse Of The First Born Child Is BS

I’ll never forget the night that my little brother Adam was born. (That’s us on the left, by the way.) I was 3 years old and spending the night at my best friend’s house. We were lip-syncing our way through the entire “Footloose” soundtrack, when we got a call that my little brother had been born. I ran around the house screaming like a banshee because I couldn’t wait to meet him. My dad picked me up and brought me to the hospital, where I ran into the hospital room to see my mom holding what looked like a human tadpole. “That’s my brother?” I asked disappointed. Ugh.

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Researchers Watch Big Brothers

My older brother tortured me through childhood, but now he’s saving my lifestyle. According to a new study, I’m less likely to spawn thanks to my big bro. Yay, baby free forever! (Can you tell I don’t want kids?) Sheffield University researchers, who poured over birth, marriage, and death records, discovered that anyone, male or female, with an older male sibling is 5% less likely to have children than people with female older siblings. They also have children later in life and space their babies out. (Hmm, maybe we are just wiser?) On the downside, guys’ younger siblings are much more likely to be shorter. So that explains why my brother is over six foot while I’m one inch away from legally being a little person! The theory being tossed around is that first-born males took a toll on your mom back in the womb and researchers believe it has even more psychological implications on the siblings that came after. In time, I hope science will give me the go ahead to send my big bro my therapy bills. Meanwhile, I’m just grateful he’s helping me keep my curves childproof. There’s only room for one baby in this family — me! [Daily Mail]

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Twins Give Birth To Siblings, Not Cousins

Some stories are truly stranger than fiction. Darla and Mark Pritchard tried to have a baby for five years, but nothing was working, even after two in-vitro fertilization attempts. Then, Darla’s twin sister, Dana Johnson, offered to be a surrogate, and it seems that both Darla and Dana had Darla eggs (fertilized by Mark) implanted, and both became pregnant. Darla gave birth to twins, and six weeks later, Dana gave birth to a girl. Even though they came out of different women and don’t all have the same birth date, the three children are considered triplets. Even Darla and Dana seem a little confused when they try to talk about the ordeal in the above video. [CBS News] Keep reading »

The Joys Of Being An Older Sister

Say you’re in high school. You and your boyfriend are hooking up on the couch after school. TRL is on the TV in the background. Your mom walks in. According to new game theory research, you’re more likely to be punished for risky sexual activity if you have little brothers or sisters. This is because parents feel that they need to maintain their reputation as a disciplinarian, and if they don’t punish you, the young’uns will get the idea that they can get away with anything. But at least you have someone to torment. [Newswise] Keep reading »

Writer Sells Out His Black Sheep Sis

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. Keep reading »