You’ve had a good run. You have your memories, both good and bad, and if you recall hard enough, the good were probably more common than the bad. More
Granted, I had never given or received a lapdance and my experience of hoes-and-champagne rap videos was very limited, but I had faith in myself. More
Oh, The Donald. Anything to keep himself in the spotlight or at least a token member of water cooler fodder! More
Break-ups are the worst. More
Nothing says classy like getting someone drunk then telling them it’s over. More
This is a guest post for TheGloss’s Regret Week – where readers share their worst regrets. More
I’m conflicted. It’s a philosophical debate on par with determinism versus free will or Xavier versus Magneto.
Can this woman really be deemed a “crazy ex”? More
Tell him that bunny deserved to die. More
You may want to clip this out and send it to everyone you have ever broken up with.
It’s nice the way, as a child, you’re taught to believe that the impossible is possible. You believe that you can be a professional basketball player even if you’re only 5 feet. You believe that time travel is very close to being mastered (I still believe this, I have to because otherwise life would be too bleak). You believe that there was a chance, even a tiny chance, that Mario and Princess Peach could have made their relationship work. There never was, kiddo. There never was. In fact, there are a lot of pairings that would have been doomed in real life. For instance More
Too racy for the homepage. More
How we handle ourselves when a relationship breaks up is quite revealing. I’ve learned that whether it’s been six days, six weeks, six months or six years, what people do tends to remains fairly consistent. Some are cavalier and embrace … More