Hey, laaaaaaaaaaadies! Cambridge University has announced that they're seeking a "doctor of chocolate" to spend three and a half years studying the unique physical properties of everyone's favorite gooey and weirdly gendered bean cake. FINALLY! A way to get women interested in STEM…

Hey, laaaaaadiiiiiies!!! If there's one thing I know about you, it's that there's one thing you know about me, and that's that there's one thing we know about us, and that's YOGURT YOGURT YOGURT.

Stop me if you've heard this one: the Republican party can't help but notice that women don't like them much. Thankfully, they've got a fancy new consulting firm ON THE CASE. They've got pamphlets. They've got a polished message and nice fingernails. They've got pretty much the same plan they had after 2008, and, uh,…

We recently covered Ann Friedman's thoughts on the term "lady." (She's all for it.) Sarah Nicole Prickett has a different take: she wants to light the word "gently on fire and drop it in a gasoline pentagram through the nearest semi-ironic knitting circle."

Ann Friedman makes a strong argument for the term "lady" in The New Republic: it "encapsulates the fundamental mutability of modern feminism" and occupies the middle ground between being a girl and a woman. (Props to Britney.) Moreover:

This whole WSJ article about the differences between men's and women's travel habits is super interesting—and you ought to read it—but I just want to talk about this one passage right now because I just completely rage-hulked out of my pajama jeans:

I hope I can get through typing this for the quindillionth time without falling asleezzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz (dang!), but here's the thing: Women are people. Just people. Not precious flowers, not nurturing earth mothers, not manic pixies or Jackie Os with impeccable Chanel vaginas. PEOPLE. Therefore, it is okay for women…

According to the Center for the Study of Women in Television and Film‘s annual breakdown of gender in prime-time TV, the behind-the-scenes gender gap isn't nearly as wide as it used to be. Unfortunately, that's not saying much—it's still pretty fucking wide.

NY Mag's Daily Intel pokes fun at trend pieces about lady-bonding spots and declares the women's bathroom the new place to network:

Stock photography is one of my favorite things about the internet. It's so corny and mysterious and strangely telling—like this weird mirror universe where everyone wears the same camisole and eats yogurt all day with confused white babies. It's like a window into Heaven for the most boring person in the world.

While Mitt Romney may have a well-established problem wooing women voters—his wife, excluded—it appears when you break it down that it's actually the single ladies he's striking out with. And he's not doing very well with single men either. The one group he is doing okay with? The marrieds.

We were uninspired to say the least by French magazine Terrafemina's choice of DSK's wife Anne Sinclair as "Woman of the Year." So we decided to give you the chance to vote for your own. But first, we need a slate of nominees.

Now that TLC has pulled back the curtain on women who eat toilet paper, women who eat sofas, women who don't know they're pregnant, women who are obsessed with puppets, and women who field dress moose, what strange tribe of exotic females will the intrepid cable network feature next?

On Saturday, Kentucky's University of the Cumberlands Ladies basketball team took on the Campbellsville University squad. With less than a second remaining in the first half, senior Stephanie Quattrociocchi took—and, somehow, sank—an 86-foot, literal full-court shot. Watch inside.

Insert "Lindsay" or "Britney" joke here. [Vintage_Ads]

You know those times when you throw a rockin' house party and meet a cute guy with tousled hair and then ten minutes after everyone leaves he becomes a violent psycho who tries to break into your house?