My sore 36Cs are trying to bust out of my bra; my nose has become bionic, smelling toast burn from two blocks away. I am nauseated but starving for oranges. I re-read the section on pregnancy from Our Bodies, Ourselves over and over again, and finally buy a pregnancy test, which confirms that yes, there is a tiny… »
When I was 17, I smiled constantly, still hiding the worst secret of my life. By that point, I was barely conscious of keeping it. Seven years earlier, when I was just 10 years old, a town scandal had unfolded, pitting girl against girl. I had determined, at that point, to forget all that had happened—the lie I’d told… »
When I tell people I was in the National Spelling Bee, it’s always with a weird self-deprecating “I’m such a nerd” kind of tone, but the truth is—it was one of the coolest things I’ve ever done.
I'll readily admit to being the world's worst most inept, overwhelmed, procrastinating bride. But! The one thing that's taken care of is my dress. I'll just wear the one I got for my first engagement. »
That picture to the left? That's a vibrator, not a hand grenade, and it comes courtesy of a new film by two Bay Area women, Passion & Power: The Technology Of Orgasm, set to premiere in New York this weekend. As a feature article on the film from yesterday's San Francisco Chronicle notes, 'home medical appliances'… »