The “hand washing police” (creepy!) have decided that men are grosser than women.
During a meeting last Monday for infectious disease scientists, “researchers who spy on people in public bathrooms” (double creepy!) released a study that showed men have issues when it comes to washing their hands after using public toilets.
“One-third of men didn’t bother to wash after using the bathroom, compared with 12 percent of women” the researchers claimed, basing their findings on over 6,000 people in four big cities.
A spokesman from a co-sponsor of the survey, the Soap and Detergent Association (seriously?), urged men to “step up to the sink”, after holding their weewees at a urinal or taking a dump.
Because women are forced to frequent stalls all the time, we’re probably a lot more likely to realize just how dirty a public bathroom can get—although holding one’s penis and then shaking a stranger’s hand screams ‘unsanitary!’ just as loudly.
So, what is it? Is pee just considered not as dirty to men? Do they simply not care about poo contamination?
Are men really just really f*cking gross most of the time? Read More »
I’ve never had to deal with that line in a bar, but I have had a guy try to deconstruct me on a first date based on my birthday. He thought he was being cute. I thought he’d be cuter with a bag over his head.
Lame, unfunny idiot using it as a come on or not, there’s definitely something to Astrology. Defining people by a little symbol and its characteristics are fun—especially if you get to define them in the bitchiest way possible.
How to Spot a Bastard by His Star Sign makes no qualms about the fact that it’s a book based on the idea that all men are bastards—be they crab, bull, or scorpion.
“Why is Capricorn so boring?” it asks on the title page. “What makes Libra think he’s so perfect? And who on earth would want to mate with an Aires?”
“Fire Sign Bastards are always better than you and will never hesitate to tell you so,” starts the first chapter of this little retro bamphlet (book/pamphlet). “They’ll then hammer the fact home by telling you again—just incase you didn’t hear them the first time.” Read More »
Bad speller? Sorry, can’t handle it. (Seriously, I just don’t understand how a grown man can go through high school and college without ever learning and retaining the difference between “there” and “their.”)
But at what point does a list of deal-breakers eliminate 100% of the male population? I have a friend who will only date Jewish doctors or lawyers that speak Russian, though she prefers for them to come from a Russian family. They must be taller than her, not much older, and certainly not younger.
And of course, then there are the things that we all want, like someone interesting, smart, kind, and other generic adjectives. Read More »
A little over a year ago, after my Big Breakup of 2006, I decided I needed to get out there. And get out there, I did. I dated my way through New York City, often with humorous results. Some dates turned into brief relationships, some turned into ranting emails to my best friend.
And though I was pretty picky about what I was looking for, I learned all too often that there is a difference between how a guy presents himself in answers to questions in an online profile and how he actually acts sitting in front of you, over too many glasses of Sangria.
And since sharing is caring, dear readers, if you ever find yourself trolling online personals, keep an eye open for the following red flags I’ve noticed and know what to expect:
He leaves the “Occupation” field blank, or answers it with something like “Who cares?”
He is either unemployed or hates his job with a passion, which he will talk your ear off about on your date. Before sticking you with the bill when you half-heartedly offer to pay. Read More »
And here I was thinking for years and years that she had it together.
Sure, she married a weird looking guy, but that just meant she was the kind of girl who looked deeper and refused to be superficial. Even after she got divorced and starting dating perennial bachelor Owen Wilson, she refused to do the Britney and get trashed every night of the week, opting instead to continue living quietly and taking care of her son.
“As primal beings, men are not supposed to be monogamous. When people ask, ‘Do you believe in monogamy?’ Well, of course that’s what you want. But part of what I love about men is that it’s hard for them to be monogamous. Women, I think, need to spend more time understanding men than changing men. And vice versa.”
What kind of idiot woman says something like that? How backwards do you have to be to allow men the convenience of being biologicallydeterred from monogamy? And why would you love it? Read More »
Girls, hang on to your purses, it looks like we’ve finally surpassed the men when it comes to salary—at least in a few big cities.
The New York Times recently reported that in New York City, full time working women aged 21 to 30 made 117 percent of men’s wages. They made even more than that in Dallas, at 120 percent.
Once the survey branched nationwide, however, full time female wages fell back down to 89 percent
Regardless, this new trend is still a good sign, especially to women of older generations who have been fighting the wage battle as long as females were invited into the workforce. Many companies seem to be getting the message that boobs and lipstick don’t equal less skill.
While it’s not entirely clear why women are making more cash in cities like New York and Boston, some experts speculate it could be because women are graduating from college at higher numbers than men, and many of those graduating girls are “gravitating toward major urban areas”. Read More »
Getting hit on can be one of two things; slightly flattering and fun, or completely disgusting and oh-so incredibly lame. In my experience, being hit on by lesbians is an occurrence almost totally devoid of the latter.
I’m sure some of you have lesbian pick-up horror stories (or fantasies, whatever the case may be), but whenever I’ve been the attempted pick-up-ee by another woman, I have felt neither the grossed out shivers or the latent uncomfortableness that often accompanies the male pick-up.
For one thing, women always start a conversation first, asking a question, asking a name, instead of going right for the proverbial jugular of “you’re hot, can I buy you a drink?” Easing into things allows both parties to feel like they’re actually talking, rather than diving headfirst into a mating ritual. Read More »
In a recent study published in Archives of Sexual Behavior (I don’t read it; I swear. I actually saw this study on the Today Show), 2,000 people were asked why they had sex.
The answer? Well, surprisingly, there were more than one. 237 reasons, to be exact.
The top three most popular responses for both men and women seemed the most obvious:
1. They were attracted to the person
2. They wanted to experience physical pleasure
3. “It feels good”
The other 234 reasons were random, interesting and – sometimes – scary.
Some included: to burn calories, for revenge, to make babies, to get closer to the person, to get closer to God and to pass STDs onto someone else (yikes!). Read More »
If your supply of Cucumber Melon Nair suspiciously starts going missing, blame your boyfriend. If designers like Prada have their way, men will soon take fashion cues from the runways and start wearing shorts that look like they came out of your closet.
I’m all for personal style and taking fashion risks, but short shorts on men make a fashion statement that, frankly, I don’t want to see. From easter-colored to formal, this new trend of thigh-skimming shorts just looks inappropriate—more suitable for the bedroom than strutting down the street. Besides, how many men do you know that could actually pull off this shorter length with their board-short tan lines and carpet of leg hair?
Fashion forward? Maybe. But looking through Prada’s collection, each short-shorts look more nauseating than the last, I can’t help but think fashion is playing a big joke on us all—-as evidenced by the pairing of formal shorts, sandals, and what suspiciously looks like a pair of slouchy wool socks.
Until I see this fashion nightmare in person, I’ll just hold on to the hope that this eyesore will stay confined to the runway and away from my line of vision.
I’ve been home from college for what? Two months? And already, my parents are worried I am going to become an old maid, living with them for – gasp! – the rest of eternity. So what if I’m more into yoga than Jaeger bombs? I enjoy the time I spend in bed napping, DVD watching, and blogging for all of you about how I’ve turned into a grandma at the age of twenty-two. My parents (and now my whole surrounding world of people), however, will have none of that.
Aren’t parents supposed to be the ones who are against going out to the bar? I guess in that respect my ‘rents are so not 1969. But their dating tactics? Well, it’s more old school than any of my kick-ass, super-soft vintage T’s (and I have some verrrry old ones).
My parents met in the 70’s when they were set up on a blind date. Therefore, they think that I should be set up on as many blind dates as possible. Lovelyyyy. Read More »
The “hand washing police” (creepy!) have decided that men are grosser than women.
“Hey baby, what’s your sign?”
And here I was thinking for years and years that she had it together.
Girls, hang on to your purses, it looks like we’ve finally surpassed the men when it comes to salary—at least in a few big cities.
Why do people have sex? Seems about as obvious as 
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