It’s the most wonderful time of the year...to lie to little children about a magical man whose entire reason for being is to break into their homes and give them presents! But it’s not just little kids who fall for stupid lies like Santa. Adults believe made-up shit all of the time, which is why we’re swapping stories…
Whether you hooked up with a gross dude from high school while home for the holidays, were caught giving your significant other an HJ by your mom at Thanksgiving, or did the wrong thing with the wrong person at the office Christmas party, we—your online community of nosy pervs—want to hear about it! That’s right: This…
On a macro-level, maybe not so much.
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 Monday, on the night of the blizzard that talked a big talk but then never came, I was batting around an idea, one of many that had to do with the dating app Tinder, with my colleague Sam.
Tinder is a great way to find
hookups romance near you, but it still relies on you and your potential partner finding each other mutually attractive. Since you can't always rely on that, why not boost your odds—say, with a robotic finger that can "like" up to 900 Tinderers per hour?
Looks like "hookup culture" rom-coms are the new indie rom-coms (which are the new classic rom-coms).
BARFFFFFFFFFFFFFF, I hate new sex. And I know it's a thing (maybe a sitcom thing?) to bitch about having to do a fake porn moan under the same sweaty, hairy, disgusting meatsack of a pre-corpse you've been holding your farts in under for the last five or 10 or 15 years or whatever, but I don't even care: I WANT THAT.
Recently we learned that just on a purely live-tonight-sold-out, standing-room only hookup-basis, women are less likely to get off than men. Most of us were like, no duuhhh. But the question I want answered is how much do we actually care? This is not a trick question.
We're hurtling towards the future, y'all, and if you aren't holding on to your cowboy hats you better start now, because the world of hooking up is morphing into a gigantic, horny mass of wires and cell phones, and nothing, I mean nothing, is safe. Even if you're hooking up in a yurt in Bhutan or something, so long…
Hookup culture is "a girl giving and a guy receiving"? We don't think so.
Dating apps for mobile devices — your modern-day whozits and whatzits galore — are replicating faster than that super alpha bird flu from Contagion, which means that news outlets have a journalistic obligation to chronicle the latest dating trend, as well as tiptoe around the apparently indelicate issue of casual sex.
It's take a new study to determine when Americans are the most sexed-up, but now we finally know thanks to the infinite record book that is our beloved Internet — Americans are most eager for sexy times in the early months of summer. Oh, and around the holidays. And once for the entire month of March back in 2008…
Researchers at the University of Michigan have figured out that sexting isn't the deviant act of exhibtionism old people who remember the age of typewriters and phonographs seem to think it is. It's just, like, how young folks these days are exploring their sexuality.
The phrase "weed dating" probably strikes a particular chord in your lexicon — the chord that wants to get stoned and go to a fondue restaurant with a particularly good conversationalist. Or go sit in your local aquarium's IMAX theater and watch the latest iteration of a 45-minute movie about the bottom of the ocean.…
When researchers asked college students to talk about a hookup scenario, they learned that "hookup culture" isn't nearly as male-dominated as many claim. And in some ways, dating may actually be worse for women.
A letter to my brother, and all his college friends:
College is awesome, right? No parents, no curfew, no rules, and there are girls everywhere. It is an alcohol-fueled, school-spirit-enhanced buffet of ladies, and it's hard not to want to sample everything on the menu. So you should!
Some say online dating and apps like Grindr are making the bar scene unnecessary for a generation of gay daters. Is the gay bar dying?
Welcome to Great Moments in Drunken Hookup Failure, where we showcase five heartwarming true stories of drunken love gone horribly awry. This week, we've got the Sarah Connor mental ward treatment and an oatmeal handjob. And away we go. [Deadspin]
We asked you to tell us about your most memorable moments on the sauce, and several hundred of you responded. So much vomiting! So much collapsing! And so much quality writing. Good job, everyone. Without further ado, our ten favorites.