Esquire, the magazine for men who are past the meathead stage, has just launched their first “Survey Of The American Woman” and they are in desperate need of women like you, Frisky readers, to chime in. So what’s in it for you, besides dropping some knowledge? The magazine will donate $1 to the Haiti Relief Fund for every woman who takes the survey, which is pretty awesome. According to our gal pals at Lemondrop, the fellas really want to know how much we really know about cars, whether we’ve been to strip clubs, and what our opinions are on social issues. In other words, a variety of stuff — so go help ‘em out, won’t you?
In the meantime, we have some very important questions of our own. This isn’t an actual formal survey, but our male Frisky readers should feel free to enlighten us. Here are 50 questions for men (from women) we want answered ASAP…
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You know how experts claim that most couples fight over sex or money? Not in my tiny apartment, which I share with a 6’5” dude and two cats. What we fight over is décor.
If he were in charge of our home, everything would be bright, white, and utilitarian. There’d be no blood-red living room, featuring Ganesh and Jesus duking it out for wall space. No piles of books and no throw pillows (he especially hates the latter).
But because real estate in New York is insane and my apartment is cheap, my man moved into mine, which (I believe) negates his right to complain because he knew what he was getting into. He would disagree, but I already told you this was our biggest bone of contention. Keep reading »
This Sunday is the Academy Awards of Football and, believe it or not, there are a lot of people who couldn’t care less about this High Holy Day. But if you’re dating a pigskin junkie, you have very little choice: You’re going to be dragged to a get-together where jerseys and body paint are the fashion. Normally, I don’t get wildly excited about football, but this year is a little different for me. I usually just inhale nachos until the Halftime Show, then return to carbo-grazing. Occasionally, I’ll look at the score, or ask if anything is broken.
But for those women (and men) who dread an entire day dedicated to cheering human freight trucks slathered in spandex, please consider that Super Bowl Sunday is a day when you are allowed to eat with your fingers, wear fat pants out, and not actually have to talk to anyone. Just grunt. These are positives. Just show up and do your best dinosaur impersonation. Keep reading »
Last night I was skimming the new issue of Glamour and came across an article called “12 Things Guys Wish You Knew in Bed,” written by a dude named Adrian Colesberry. Surprisingly, I learned something! According to him, “in a blindfold test, most men would prefer a hand job to oral sex.” What? Nuh. Uh. I haven’t spent the last god knows how many years training my gag reflex for nothing … right? I needed many more opinions on the matter (and am happy to hear more, fellas), of course. Keep reading »
I feel really sorry for the guys who read Men’s Health and get all sorts of bad advice … usually in the form of “insightful” articles written by women. I can only imagine these ladies must have been dumped hard-core — maybe in a text message or at their mother’s funeral or something — to have it out for men the way they do. What else explains the desire to push guys in the wrong direction time and time again? To set them up not just for rejection and failure, but for utter humiliation as well? This time the readers of Men’s Health — oh, the poor lot — have been led to believe they can decipher a woman’s thoughts by the clothes she’s wearing. After the jump, Men’s Health translates different outfits and then I say what we women are really saying. Keep reading »