Punk pioneer Johnny Rotten once sneered, “Ever get the feeling you’ve been cheated?” And that’s how you may feel reading a New Yorker piece about the ideal marriage according to novels, wherein novelist Adelle Waldman lays bare the depressing reality that since forever and still now, women want an intellectual equal…
Have you heard that the east coast is about to be enveloped by a giant, pink vagina of a snow storm?
It’s not a trick question: There’s a piece in the New York Times about aging single men in their 30s and 40s who are finally ready to settle down, but bummed that it takes actual effort and stuff. What shall we do here? A round of sympathy drinks? Or a heartless, sarcastic boo-hoo?
If you’re the sort of heterosexual woman who can’t help comparing your body to the bodies of other women, look to men for the answer. Well, not to them—at them.
Sleeping next to someone is great in theory: you get the benefit of their body heat, cuddles, and someone to throw in front of you if a serial killer comes in the night (we’ve all thought it). In practice, however, it’s a different story. And while not sleeping with the partner you live with may still be seen as…
There are really just two kinds of relationships: One where you trust someone, and one where you don’t. Of course, just because there’s trust doesn’t mean the relationship will work out, but if there isn’t, it’s almost guaranteed to fail.
He’s great, but he has no ambition. She’s wonderful, but she’s not very witty. New research says in choosing partners, we tend to weigh the negative far more than the positive. This sounds like kind of a bummer—but is it?
Maybe you heard about that study that showed men don’t want to date smart women. It certainly plays into our stereotypes of how men behave, and it got a lot of press as a result. But if you actually dig into the paper, you’ll find there are some serious problems with those results.
Today in tragic news: another man has been hoodwinked by his malicious wife into participating in what some might call Adult Domestic Life.
Dating offers a handful of compatibility milestones once attraction and chemistry have been established: does he talk with his mouth full? Can she make you laugh in line at the DMV? And arguably most important: Do his/her friends like you, and vice-versa?
According to the New York Times, one fallout of the Ashley Madison leak is that some online daters are now hiring private investigators to look into the marital status of their online prospects. That’s bleak, guys.
The physical embrace, in my humble view, comes with one simple rule: when in doubt, don’t.
On a macro-level, maybe not so much.
Surely it has happened to most of us, at some point or another: after the rush of coital bliss comes, inexplicably, sadness. Melancholy. Fear. Tears, even. What is it, and why does it happen?
Over the course of a human life, while many of us remain true to form in an astonishing number of ways, we also grow and change.
Lots of people don’t like to admit they have a type. Maybe they think it makes them seem predictable or shallow. They would be right, but the good news is that science has proven we are all predictable and shallow.
It’s the middle of the night and you know you should be sleeping, but you can’t. Something is keeping you up: Maybe a coworker tried to throw you under the bus, or your friend said something rude. Whatever it is, you can’t get it out of your head, and you need to sleep for work tomorrow. It sucks.
Two recent essays reveal the challenge in living honestly while searching for true love: we are all afraid of being rejected for our deepest personal beliefs and thoughts.
I used to think being friends with an ex was the decent, sophisticated, mature thing to do, but then I realized that is crazy, and I only really meant it when I was the one doing the leaving. And yet people remain friends with exes they are still in love with all the time, in spite of the unimaginable torture it…