Dating wasn’t all cruising, pinning, and going steady. Or was it? Here’s what dating was really like in the 1950s. More
Looking back, it feels like the 1940’s were divided into two different eras: one when women were desperate for the men to come home from the war, and one the men who finally came home.
The depression was finally over! But from 1939 to 1945, rationing was in and guys were out (of the country). Eligible men were shipped off to war, and women were left to either run the household, or live in their parents’ home praying that her boyfriend returned home safely. If and when they ever came back, there weren’t enough single men to go around! All’s fair in love and war, girls. Here’s what dating was like in the 40s…
The sexy, carefree roar of the ’20s came to an abrupt whimper when the stock market crashed on October 24th, 1929. Black Tuesday would mark the beginning of the Great Depression which was (spoiler!) incredibly depressing. Any young men and women left in the country ditched their dried up farms to stand in the bread lines and look for work in American cities.
It was a shitty time to be American, and an even shittier time to be a single American woman. So what was dating like in the 1930s? Hold onto your worn-out fedoras as we explore love and life in the Great Depression… More
Did you know dating in America started in the 1920s? Yes, we have those fabulous flappers to thank for modern-day first dates, missed calls, and mixed signals. The first world war was over, and the action — and moonshine — was brewing in illicit night clubs. Small town girls and country boys flocked to the city, where the drinks were flowing and the women were wild.
>Dating in the Jazz Age wasn’t all Gatsby parties, cocktails and pearls. Here’s how you would have dated in the 1920′s… More
After revealing the 10 worst men on the internet, I think it’s only fair that I take a stab at the ladies. Thanks for creating equality, Lilly Ledbetter.
Over-sharers will always irk the online masses, but unlike the OkCupid pervs and LinkedIn abusers I discovered in my News Feed, women seem to obsess about kids, pins, and food. Here are the worst kinds of women on the web. I just hope you’re not one of these, or you can just go ahead and unfriend me right now. Go on, I’ll wait. More
You can’t judge a website by its URL (or can you?), but you can absolutely judge a man based on his internet behavior. There are too many guys who overshare, troll, abuse LinkedIn, and ruin the moment with their obsessive check-ins. But they pale in comparison to the stalkers, the pervs, and the dudes who still have no idea how to properly use the internet. The world is full of men who are bad in bed, but here are the worst guys who are bad online… More
Relationships involve a lot of patience, sacrifice, and white lies. Not just with each other, but everyone around you! I’ve been dating my boyfriend for three years, and each year I add more lies onto the pile of deceit. I’ve found myself living some of these lies — about how we met and where we live — so openly that I get lost in the story and have to remind myself of the truth.
Read the nine lies I’ve told since I started dating and admit that you, too, have been lying your face off. More
I believe that birth control should be cheap and plentiful for all who want access to it. I also believe hormonal birth control pills are the devil.
The pill has been lauded as a turning point of feminist freedom since the 60s. Half a century later, women still pop hormone supplements like candy — despite health risks, expenses, and psychological ramifications. I spent nearly a decade on Ortho-Tri-Cyclen, Yasmin, Loestrin, and Seasonale untilI finally walked away from the prescription pad once and for all. Quitting the pill was one of the best choices I could have made, and here are 10 reasons why you should kick the BC habit, too. More
Happy late March early April, y’all! ‘Tis the season to take a week off and kick it — spring break style. Just because you’ve moved on from your collegiate adventures doesn’t mean you can’t take a few vacation days to live it up.
So are you setting up camp in Costa Rica or heading home to see your parents? Ralph Waldo Emerson once said “Life is a journey, not a destination” but he wasn’t talking about spring break. Here’s what your destination says about you… More
There’s no wrong way to love someone — unless that way involves knives or excessive amounts of self-loathing — but there is a wrong way to propose. Actually, there are many wrong ways. They include flash mobs, pregnancy scares, and Tumblr. This is the beginning of a life long commitment, and it doesn’t have to be perfect, yet it needs to not be shitty. More
Forget the usual cast of bland Disney princes. I was always partial to the sidekicks — they were funnier and more lovable than any prince with a case of the marriage blues. From Aladdin’s Genie to The Little Mermaid’s Sebastian, the sidekick often stole the whole movie with their big hearts and funny punchlines.
So call your fairy godmother to request some comic relief and excellent song and dance numbers. It’s time to rank Disney’s greatest animated sidekicks. More
Flirting, much like shit, happens. It doesn’t matter if you’re single or in a relationship, either. No matter who you are, no matter what marital status box you check, sometimes we all catch ourselves playing with our hair and smiling coyly at an irresistible man. So who are these hunks that make us easily flush? They’re everyday men in your life, and yes, Bradley Cooper. Ohh, Bradley Cooper. The only Mr. Cooper I’d like to hang with. More
Before he pops the question, you should really asks yours. It’s important for you to answer all the tough questions before you drop your life savings on a diamond, a party, and a honeymoon in the Caribbean. Start with the easy ones! How many kids do you want? Which religion would they practice? Where will you all live? What if you become a zombie? More
Let’s all agree to shut down the slut-shaming, okay? Having casual sex with a bunch of partners is only slutty when you define casual and bunch. Let’s say that means in your sweatpants and 7,000. Because it’s definitely not slutty if you’re happy, and it’s not slutty if you have regrets. Unless those regrets were about said sweatpants. Personally, I love to get down in sweatpants. More