Not everyone is good at jokes. But what to do if they expect you to think so? Editors Jennifer Wright and Ashley Cardiff discuss. More
Attention sluts! More
I often read comments on the internet about how hard it is to make friends as an adult, how hard it is to make female friends, etc. As someone who used to be incredibly lonely and is no longer so, I feel fairly qualified to comment on this topic. More
Every now and then, we all wonder about whether we’ve behaved appropriately in a given social situation. Did we say something rude? Was seven bacon-wrapped shrimp more than our fair share? More
Whenever anyone tells you to “celebrate your femininity,” you should be very suspicious. Certainly there’s nothing wrong with femininity (or celebrating), but generally anyone who gives you this festive directive is passive-aggressively indicating that your particular brand of femininity is just all wrong, and that instead you should 1) wear a dress, you dirty rugby player, 2) get your clitoris sensually rubbed in a group workshop, or 3) wear a denim jumper and stop using contraception. More
This nice white girl divides her time between library ephiphanies and being a horrible human being.
We all have them: those prudish Facebook friends. They’re the type of people you’re actually not even friends with in real life, because, well, they’re prudes. More
Today’s young mothers have a lot of difficult decisions to make: work or stay at home, bottle or breast milk, free-range or attachment. For me, I find that it’s a balancing act. From the very beginning, I realized that the easiest way for me was to combine all those mothering philosophies into something usable. It resulted with Brenna learning to love both fresh fruits and french fries. She really is her mother’s daughter. More
We’ve probably all found ourselves in the following situation: You’re out in public somewhere, and you’re introduced to someone whose name you already know — either through Facebook, or their blog, or their tweets, or their Tumblr, or their website, or your mom’s eHarmony profile. More
The other day I got a Facebook friend request. The name wasn’t familiar, so I checked the person’s profile picture to see if that would jog my memory. But instead of a picture of a person, there was a picture of an ultrasound. I don’t think I went to high school with any ultrasounds, so I should probably deny the request, right? More
I’ll own up to not always being the best neighbor. I’ve been known, for instance, to have gatherings and not invite the people who live across from me, and then proceed to feel like the hugest douchebag on the planet for weeks afterwards, every time I see them.
To spare you the same pain, allow me to suggest a few neighborly things you should always do: More
Glamour Magazine has a really fun section on what women call their boyfriend’s penis. Here’s one woman’s response:
“I call his thing ‘Rockin Robin’ because one day in the shower, I grabbed it and started singing ‘Rockin’ Robin’ using it as a mike.”
That woman is a psychopath.