Straight men spend approximately 3/4 of their day (OK, probably more) wishing that whatever they happened to be looking at involved boobs. As such, establishments that cater to straight men, like sports bars, realize that by filling their place of business with scantily clad women, they can get men to come in and buy… anything, actually.

It’s like having your heart ripped out of your chest and tapped danced on by a sumo wrestler in stilettos – getting cheated on. And as if that’s not bad enough, the horrible feeling of being cheated on often comes along with it’s mustache-twirling evil twin – the repentant cheater.

A few years back, it seemed like everybody and their mother (literally) was getting their workout by “workin’ it” on a pole. But now, even though the trendiness has faded away, a lot of these pole-dancing and strip aerobics classes are still hanging around. So is it still OK to work up a sweat exotic-dancer style, or is it just skanky?

Frittata’s are a personal favorite because they’re insanely fast (10 minutes tops), super-easy (if you can stir, you’re set), can take pretty much whatever you have hanging around the fridge (baking soda – not recommended) and makes it look like you have actual cooking skill. Bonus points for giving it a fancy sounding name!

We all grew up wanting to be supergirls – maybe not with all of the superpowers – but to be strong, smart, independent chicks who could handle themselves and still wear rockin’ heels. But the world of the superhero has always been a boys club (Wonder Woman famously started out as the Justice League’s secretary).

Call it a jumpsuit, catsuit, an adult onesie, whatever – these things are obviously all the rage… in magazines at least. I’ve been seeing these grown-up versions of your favorite baby-wear all over the fashion mags this season and I have to admit, on the glossy pages, they look cute. But I also notice that I haven’t seen an actual human being (excluding mechanics) wearing them in real life.

It’s Friday night, you and the boy are hanging around and the idea of a movie comes up. An awkward moment passes where you both try and think of something to watch. Then slowly, his head lowers, his eyes go glassy and he utters the words “Whatever you want to watch.”

It’s one of those debates that has raged for… well, for as long as human beings have done the date and break-up thing. Is fooling around with an ex strictly off limits or a little habit that’s OK to indulge in?

I was born with a skin-tone that falls somewhere between “fresh milk” and “blank paper.” I’ve heard every “where are the Seven Dwarves?” and “Ah! You’re blinding me!” joke in existence, replacing my joyful anticipation of summer with an ominous dread. As girls with non-glow-in-the-dark skin flounce down the street in their shorts and minis, my legs have been relegated to hot, dark jeans.