Apologies to those of you with a big solitaire sparkler on your ring finger, but carat-heavy diamonds are no longer the apogee of engagement ring greatness. Throw away your rings, everyone! Throw them away now!
Does my engagement ring conjure a force field when I wield it against prying men? It feels as though it should. It certainly became my new knee-jerk protector—just as a middle finger, rolled eyes, and a husky “fuck you” were back in my single days.
Three federal agencies issued a pointed set of “clarifications” Monday, basically reminding health insurance companies that under the Affordable Care Act, they really do have to cover birth control without a co-pay or deductible. No, seriously. The same goes for “well woman” exams, preventive services for transgender…
Perhaps there will be a week when I'm not surprised at the number of responses to these little questions we ask of you, but this was certainly not it. Good golly, are there ever a lot of you out there who have been through a broken engagement!
Welcome to Pop The Question, a weekly space to dissect every aspect of wedding madness. Each Tuesday, we'll ask a question (sometimes there might even be a poll!), you'll share answers and stories, and then we'll bring you the best of the bunch on Thursdays. You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll fly into a total rage over…
New research shows that The Pill reduces lubrication, arousal, and a woman's ability to orgasm, thus lending credence to my theory that a lot of hormonal birth control "controls" whether or not you give "birth" by making you never want to have sex. We just can't win with our ladyparts, can we?
An eight-year-old boy was sent home from school last week for drawing himself on a cross, leading us to recall (and solicit) things we wrote or drew that freaked out the adults around us.
