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Girl Talk: Forget Sisters, It’s My Brother Who Keeps Me Sane

When we were kids, my younger brother Greg drove me bonkers. His favorite activity was lying like a corpse on my bed while I screamed, “GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT!” until I finally dragged him into the hallway. He also liked hiding, then jumping out and scaring me. He wailed like a cat in an imitation of my singing in the shower. I found out he read my diary. (How? By reading his.)

But we were still fiercely protective of each other, especially as the only Chinese kids in a neighborhood rampant with racism, and as we got older, we became more friends than squabbling siblings, banding together against our nagging parents and their disapproval of our non-traditional pursuits (book writing for me, screenwriting for him). But it was when I was going through the toughest time in my life that Greg became not just my ally but my voice of reason, my Cassandra, the one person I knew who was unafraid to tell me the truth. Keep reading »

Dear Wendy: “How Can I Tell My Sister Her Relationship Is Doomed?”

How do I tell my sister that she’s not going to get what she ultimately wants out of her boyfriend? My sister has been dating a very good guy for over two years, and I know she wants him to be her husband and the father of her children. However, there are some roadblocks. They have different takes on religion (she is a Christian, and hopes he’ll become one), marriage (he’s not sure he “believes” in it and she’s been planning her wedding since she was 12), and whether to have biological children or adopt (he wants to adopt). In addition to these serious clashes in life philosophy/goals, she often feels like he places more importance on his work than on his relationship with her. He IS a really good guy, and she is happy with him, but I think she’s deluding herself into believing that she can change him. I think it may be worth being honest with her — if I can help her see that this isn’t the best she can do, it could save her time and make the heartbreak a little less severe. At the same time, my own relationship is verging on perfect, and my boyfriend and I have values/goals that are very much in sync, so I don’t want to come off as condescending or braggy when I approach her about this (she has gotten envious in the past). How can I be honest without really hurting her? — Leery Little Sister

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Is Having A Sister Better Than Having A Brother?

It strikes me as interesting that a short but sweet essay on the benefits of having a sister, called “Why Sisterly Chats Make People Happier,” has been one of the most popular articles on The New York Times website for over a week. The essay is in response to a recent Brigham Young University study which claims that men who have sisters are happier than those who don’t. The essay’s author, linguist Deborah Tannen, expands the discussion to theorize that this is because women, and thus sisters, are more talkative, so they are better at communicating … Keep reading »

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 »

Girl Talk: My Sisters, My Friends

It was just my sister, my boyfriend and me at the tapas bar. Over Spanish food and mojitos, we were laughing and drinking. Like any night I can liberate her from small, crying children, I considered it a success. Then my boyfriend rose to head to the restroom and my sister lurched her head across the table. “I’ll make this quick,” she said her voice lowered. “I have to tell you something.” She then divulged a suburban marital drama and asked me for advice. My poor boyfriend was exiled to the bar for privacy and then deposited at home by himself. The sisters had things to discuss.

I’ve long considered my older sisters to be my closest confidantes. Heck, the three of them practically raised me. When your family is as screwed-up as mine, that’s what happens. But that night at the tapas bar was the first time I didn’t just feel like the little sister, but the friend too. 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 »

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