In the seventh grade, there was this boy. There are a lot of “boys” at that age, but he was different. He was the only guy I ever truly liked, because we shared a similar, more mature, mindset. We were always together, and he made me feel like I was supposed to be in his life. But I was sure I’d never get to be with…
Of all the emotions, it’s humiliation that scars the most deeply. The memory of an embarrassing moment that happened decades ago can still stop a person in their tracks and devastate them for days, weeks, or even a lifetime.
A cartoon by Sara Lautman.
Recently, some of my friends have been lamenting the lack of good crushes in their orbit as of late. All in their thirties, the majority married, they found themselves longing for old crushes who’d faded from their social circles or workplaces, taking their crushability with them. Which got us thinking: What makes for…
Welcome to Would U?, an academic forum in which I share my gross crush of the week and ask if you, too, would bang that person.
Last week we asked you to pour your heart out about your biggest, most-heartwrenching, wonderful, terrible first crush ever. And holy fucking shit, did you deliver.
So you already told us about the first time you had sex, but who was it with? Or, more appropriately, who do you wish it had been with? Or who did you wish it had been with before you knew that, actually, your crush, the supposed love of your life, was actually kind-of a jackass?
Crushes can be so fickle. One day they're there, blazin' away in your heart and in your loins, and the next day they're gone, leaving you with nothing except the question "What was I thinking?" or "Really? Him/her?" Usually, something happens to trigger this mass exodus of feelings, but what that thing is can vary in…
Welcome to The List, a semi-regular feature in which Julie Klausner enumerates pretty much whatever.
Brian Williams co-hosted The Today Show this morning, where he was served coffee in an oversized mug (hilarious), bantered about Twitter ineptitude (adorable), and kicked it with Gabby Sidibe (sigh/swoon). Like everything the news anchor does, his temporary gig was endearing as hell, and hotdamn did he look handsome.…
For one thing, he doesn't care if anyone calls him a "Pinko Communist Fag from Berkeley." Also:
It's sort of appropriate that Eloise should still be causing major trouble. And that her illustrator should prove quite amazing:
We often get tips that begin "I was reading Cosmo/Glamour/Marie-Claire - at the dentist's" - but really, I actually did read about "hate crushes" in a ladymag at the hairdresser's - and realized I was in the midst of one.
As we mentioned earlier today, a nine-year-old boy, Alec Greven, has written a sweet-natured junior version of The Game, which he's titled How To Talk To Girls. Which, quite obviously, calls for a companion volume for little girls, How To Talk To Boys.