Whew. We have all officially survived the first week of 2010. And if the rest of the year is going to be anything like the past 8 days, I think I’m in for some serious trouble. After a whirlwind New Year’s weekend chock full of drinking, celebrating, and more drinking, it took me until yesterday (true story) to get back to normal. I was so tired and out of it all week that I already blew through my Caribou Coffee gift card that I got for Hanukkah. (You try and resist their new chocolate mochas!)

Woops.

But now it’s Friday and I’ve got nothing to do except sleep, watch Jersey Shore reruns and dance to the best of ’09 jams in my apartment all weekend long. But first, let’s take a look back on the week that was:

- Obviously, we dealt with the billions of (annoying) people shoving their resolutions down our throats.

- We jumped for joy at the return of our favorite TV shows and our BFFs from the Babysitter’s Club.

- We questioned the existence of our G-spot, then realized (during a particularly wonderful late night tryst, perhaps?) that it is most definitely still there.

- We learned how badly our snacking habits and H&M are affecting Mother Earth.

- We figured out how to effectively ruin a relationship and questioned the rules that govern one. Read More »

It's in there - don't worry.

As you may recall, we recently reported on a study conducted by British scientists that suggested the g-spot may not actually exist. As a woman who knows and loves my g-spot (a lot a lot), I was skeptical about the study. And it appears I wasn’t the only one.

The study found that “while 56% of women overall claimed to have a g-spot, they tended to be younger and more sexually active.” OK, the majority of women believe they have a g-spot, especially young, sexually active women, so where did the study get the idea that it doesn’t exist?

The researchers concluded that the g-spot was a matter of subjective opinion because when they asked pairs of twins whether or not they had a g-spot, identical twins were no more likely to both have a g-spot than fraternal. Now, twin studies are often used to examine heritability of certain traits – and that usually makes sense – but I just don’t buy it for this study. We’re talking about orgasms here, not diabetes. Women who share the same genes can still have incredibly different life experiences and sexual partners. And we can’t assume a woman doesn’t have a g-spot just because she doesn’t think she does. I didn’t think I had one until I found mine! Read More »

Stop searching. It's not there.

If 2010 has taught me anything so far it’s that eating greasy Thai noodles for four days straight will make you fatter. And if this year has taught me two things, it’s also that infamous and elusive G-spot is a sham.

Pause.
What?!

Yes, it’s true. A recent study of about 1,800 women has concluded that the G-spot is one big, fat lie.

Upon first reading this study I was shocked, appalled, cursing Cosmo and their 500 tips per month on maximizing something that doesn’t exist… and subconsciously reaching toward my nether regions. From Santa Clause, the Easter Bunny, and the Coach purse you purchased at a kiosk, how many lies can one woman take?

But the more I thought about it, I realized how reassuring it was to know that all that time I spend in bed looking at my watch waiting for the Big O that never comes (no pun intended) has never actually been my fault. Or the fault of the man lying there with me.

While this study is somewhat disheartening (like that moment when you realized the Tooth Fairy was actually the rotund man you call “dad”) and definitely under a lot of scrutiny, to me it’s nothing but good news. Finally there is an answer to too many women’s concerns. Finally we can stop wasting our time highlighting key passages in the latest Cosmo as we go on yet another monthly scavenger hunt for our g-spot! Finally we can tell that “friend” of ours to focus on the pleasure parts we know exist and take a one way ticket to O-Town (and I’m not talking about the boy band) sans the Mapquest directions.

This study may be bad news for some (mostly whoever is writing books like these), but not so much for the rest of us. After all, knowing Santa wasn’t real didn’t stop the presents from coming, right?