Ahh, new relationships. We’ve all been there— the birds chirp louder, the sky looks bluer and it feels like life just took a shot of Red Bull. During the first month or two, dates tend to go something like this: He takes you to dinner, heads back to your place where you have hot, still-getting-to-know-you sex before he dozes off watching “New Girl” (even though he would have preferred “Wolverine”), but once he wakes at 2 a.m. and decides to go home, your mind is running rampant with a billion questions about the status of your “situation” before he’s even out the door. And during any and all time away from him, you can’t help but wonder what’s going on in his head. Sound familiar? Of course it does.
These 40 questions have mindfucked women in new relationships for generations… Keep reading »
The last time I did yoga was more than a decade ago, when a couple friends and I took a weekly class at the gym for a few months. Even then, I was kind of a slacker who lurked in the back of class muttering obscenities about downward dog (not sure if it’s big boobs or lack of arm strength, but that pose has always been SO uncomfortable for me). Recently, though, I’ve been yearning to give yoga another go and see if my adult self enjoys it more than my teenage self did. There are tons of great studios in my neighborhood. Right now, the only thing holding me back from packing up my yoga mat and actually going to class are a series of “what ifs”: What if everyone in the class is better than me? What if my outfit is dumb? What if I can’t hold the pose?
Luckily for me, my coworker and friend Ami just completed her 200-hour yoga teacher training, and is scheduled to teach her first class next month. She seemed like the perfect person to field my most pressing and ridiculous yoga questions without judgment. Here’s what she had to say about downward dog, baggy Weird Al t-shirts, and, yes, farting during class… Keep reading »
One of my best talents is reading buzzed-about books 5-10 years after they come out. If you’re ever browsing at a bookstore and a woman nudges you in the arm to whisper conspiratorially about a great new author she just discovered named David Foster Wallace, well, that’s probably me. In keeping with my late-to-the-literary-party theme, a couple weeks ago I read Julia Child’s memoir, My Life In France. Yes, the book that came out in 2006 and was turned into a movie 5 years ago. Have you read it? It’s so, so good.
The whole time I was reading My Life In France, I had a goofy grin plastered on my face. It’s such a lovely, joyful book. The amazing food descriptions, her playful relationship with her husband, the gorgeous imagery of Paris, her dogged determination to become the best chef she could be — everything about it inspired me and soothed my soul. By the time I finished, I was such a Julia fangirl that I printed out an 8×10 photo of her and hung it in a blue glitter frame over my desk. Here are some specific quotes from the book that are going to stay with me at least as long as the weight I gained from eating cheese while reading it: Keep reading »
So you’ve finally found The One (or at least The One For The Foreseeable Future) and you’ve committed to a serious relationship. Now what? In our new weekly column, Life After Dating, we’ll discuss the unique joys and challenges of coupledom.
A few weeks after Nick and I started dating, he got his wisdom teeth out (alas, oral surgery is another pitfall of the high school sweetheart relationship). I was secretly really excited about the idea of taking care of my new boyfriend as he recovered, so I put on my cutest “casual caretaker” outfit and headed over to his house to spend the day nursing him back to health. When I got there, Nick was lying on the couch moaning in pain. The painkillers had upset his stomach and, unable to chew solid food, he’d been sipping canned chocolate protein shakes all day. It was pretty clear he was miserable and there was nothing I could do. I sat next to him and stroked his hair, wishing I could do more to make him feel better. And then, very suddenly, he clutched his stomach, whispered, “Oh noooo,” and projectile-vomited chocolate Slim Fast all over me.
As I was cleaning myself up, I did the math. This was technically our third date.
We joke now that reaching the “vomiting on each other” milestone so early in our relationship might have fast-forwarded our level of intimacy and helped us stay together for going on 10 years now. Because the painful, beautiful truth of being in a serious relationship is letting someone else see you exactly as you are, bodily functions and weird insecurities and crappy moods and all. When people talk about relationship “firsts,” they’re usually talking about sweet things like first kisses, first “I love you”‘s, and first dances. I think it’s time to give a shoutout to the not-so-pleasant firsts, the ones that, in their own way, might actually be more meaningful. Here are some examples, culled from my own experiences and red-faced confessions from friends in LTRs…
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Right now, pretty much everyone I know is sick in bed with a cold, the flu, or some nasty stomach bug that turns your digestive system into mincemeat. Seriously, flu season is the worst. But did you know it’s particularly awful for men? That’s because men tend to react to sickness in very specific, very dramatic ways. Based on years of observations of brothers, dads, boyfriends, and friends, I’ve identified the 7 stages all sick men go through on their journey from first symptom back to wellness. They are as follows: Keep reading »
The new year has officially begun, which means that self-improvement starts today, right now! That’s where it gets tricky — putting all your lofty ambitions in action. Endeavoring to eliminate kettle cooked potato chips from your diet is hard, especially when your office manager keeps them fully stocked at all times. But at least you know what you generally need to do to make it happen: come to work early and set the chip cupboard on fire. But what if you’re aspiring for a bigger, trickier change? You might need to stop being hung up on that guy that you’ve been obsessing about for the last eight years or figure out why you’re so ashamed that you apologize every time you sneeze. What does this kind of self-improvement entail? Sometimes the first step is research. These books will help you dip a toe into the unique and complex issues you’re hoping to dive headfirst into this year. Godspeed! Keep reading »