We’re really excited that guys are finally catching on and taking care of things downtown, but “trimming the bush to make the tree look taller”? WTF?

So, Diddy Twitters. Which comes as no surprise, since he is the most narcissistic man around. He also likes Tantric Sex, which I learned after reading his latest Twitter: Diddy is “Having tantric sex!!! I feel so much better!!! Thank you”

Diddy tends to overshare (we already know the guy likes Brazilian waxes…on himself); that I know. What I didn’t know was why his new choice of sex made him feel good enough to use exclamation points. He just doesn’t seem like an exclamation point kinda guy. I mean, the man doesn’t smile!

So, what’s the deal with Tantric sex?

According to this article, Tantric sex seeks out to “reclaim the sexual intimacy that is our birthright.” It’s all about connecting mind, body, soul, emotion, and sexuality. Tantric teachers show students how to extend their sexual peak so that partners can experience several orgasms in one session.

What. The. Eff? No wonder Diddy’s feeling great; the man is having more orgasms than I’m having Cakesters. Right now. And that’s a lot.

I can’t even experience a single orgasm in one session, and Diddy’s gettin’ multiple? And having time to Twitter?! Where do I sign up?

I’ve already started researching the ways of Tantric sex and plan on studying that stuff like I’m studying for finals. Er, um, well,  better than I would study for finals! And probably instead of studying for finals.

Thanks for oversharing, Diddy. Now I love you for more than just Danity Kane.

Whew! What a year, right? We saw it all: Britney’s bald head, governors getting it on with prostitutes, a new Facebook, the collapse of Wall Street, the rise and fall of Sarah Palin, a horrifying plane crash that killed some and spared others, the election of our first black president (!!), lots of young mommies, and a whole lot more that I drank too much to remember.

Things were busy over here, too. We discovered the guys not worth holding onto, and the perfect vibrator that is. We began to understand why crazy sex positions are totally worth it, and why sex on the beach is a must-do for 2009.

We found a totally hot new band that will change the way you think about music, learned the 14 truths about men, and laughed with the funniest ladies out there.

We found out that guys get Brazilians (?), argued the merit of leggings, and filled our entire closet with new clothes….for free!

We took our first trip to the gyno, learned a ton of new euphemisms for sex, and sought out some not-so-obvious places to meet a man. We looked back at our favorite things from middle school.

We hated/loved Facebook.

And we dipped our toes in the Cougar pool.

2008 was a good year. Here’s hoping 2009 can be as much fun (both in the bedroom and out of it).

Body hair – for good reason – is a topic not often discussed. For one thing, there are far more interesting topics to talk about (like cupcakes, for example) than the unfortunate sprouting under your arms. For another, what is there really to discuss? It is pretty much understood that body hair needs to go away. End of discussion.

But, being a single woman who happens to be quite lazy when it comes to body hair maintenance, I really needed to know a few things. You see, I have found myself a precarious situation many times; I am invited back to someone’s house, sex is inevitable, but as I take his hand and follow him out to the cab I realize that I haven’t shaved my legs. In 4 weeks.

Is this a deal breaker? Do I tell him? Do I offer a rain check on the (what is sure to be amazing) sex? Do we swing by CVS on the way home to pick up a Quattro?

I asked my resident male advice-giver to give it to me straight. First he looked at me blankly. Then he asked my feelings on beards. Then he had this to say.

He Said:

In America, unlike France and most third world countries, we like our women as hairless as possible. And despite all the time, money and pain that goes into the hair-removal process, women prep themselves daily to avoid the humiliation of being caught in public with even a few wispy strands on their legs, or–heaven forbid!–a miniscule tuft emerging from their armpits. Not even eyebrows are allowed a moment of unruliness.

Men don’t often realize how much time women put into looking hot, each and every day. When getting ready to leave the house, all guys do is shower (maybe), shave our faces (sometimes) and throw on some pants (reluctantly). Because of this, we forget how much work goes into having a perfectly groomed bikini line, or hairless legs. And because we forget, seeing hair in places we don’t expect definitely surprises us, sometimes turning us off altogether. Read More »