It was an acquaintance and former editor of one of those gay lifestyle magazines who advised twenty-year-old me to tone it down if I ever wanted to find a boyfriend. This coming from a man obsessed with anything Disney-related; the walls of his West Hollywood condo adorned with carefully framed Snow White and Fantasia animation cels. "You don't need to tell them how much you love Belinda Carlisle on your first date," he said. "But I do love Belinda Carlisle! That quavering vibrato!" I whined. "Well," he said, "they'll find out eventually, and by that point they will love you, Belinda and all." While I hate(d) him for saying [...]
As a rule, I don’t download time-sucking games onto my phone. Tinder is the exception. Back in May, when I first made space on my screen for that little red flame icon, I didn’t realize the latest online dating app craze was a game. But now I know. Last night my roommate, who met his boyfriend on Tinder, perched beside me for some vicarious swiping. “I miss this!” he said, as we watched the weirdos fly by.
That’s right: they’ve finally made an online dating service that is fun—nay, addictive—to use.
Like Zuckerberg’s original, verboten pleasure, FaceSmash, which asked Harvard douchebags to choose the hotter classmate between two [...]
"You know it’s not good for you. But it’s going to be around on the weekends." —Citi Bike compared to a bad romance.
Two hearts, separated by time and history, yet united by later time and later history: This is the story of America's most beloved public figures, Richard Nixon and Bill Clinton, and the deep relationship they shared.
It was a different time, in the 1990s, and our society was not ready for these two men to publicly show such affection for one another. Like so many before them, Clinton and Nixon confined their relationship to letters and the occasional televised media event at the White House. Correspondence between the two star-crossed presidents is part of a new exhibit at the Nixon Presidential Library and Museum in Yorba Linda, California.[...]
You kill the bear, eat the bear meat, and then put on the bearskin. The power of the bear shirt—or ber serkr in Old Norse—gives you the strength and fury of the great animal. This is what berserk means, "bear shirt." Do you actually turn into a bear-human hybrid? Maybe. Nobody liked to go to war against the berserkers, that much is known from the stories of the Roman Empire's long border conflict with the barbarians, which means not "bear brains" but "foreigners."
The human-bear combination exists in North American and Siberian tribal religions, too. These stories go back to the Bear Sons, born to an animal-god father and [...]
"She looked sharp, in a new blonde Mohawk and high-heel boots. But her body language felt halfhearted. She was dithering. Uh oh. And then, just as surprisingly, she opened up and radically redefined her course. From there on the concert was good, occasionally very good." —The Times's Ben Ratliff reports Tuesday night's Cat Power concert at Hammerstein Ballroom as a comeback story. Attendees commenting at Brooklyn Vegan gave mixed reviews. She certainly sounds great performing "I Don't Blame You" in the video (passed along by Awl commenter "zspace," thanks.) above. It's very nice to see her smiling, too. Nothing would make me happier than if I [...]
"Chitin is the principal protein in crustaceans' shells, but its toughness and its ability to be 'electrospun' into fibres that can be made into mats make it an ideal sustainable and biodegradable choice for uranium harvesting." —In today's solution-to-the-world's-energy-crisis-that-will-probably-never-work: Scientists are trying to figure out how to use the millions of tons of shrimp shells we throw away every year to help sop up the billions of tons of uranium floating around in the ocean and put it into nuclear fuel pellets. Apparently, at least judging from this 1984 Sizzler's Steakhouse commercial, we should be able to find enough shrimp shells in the pockets of Martin Donovan's work-out [...]
My ex ("John") and I, who are both in our late twenties, were together for a number of years. The relationship was lovely at the beginning, but because of intermittent long-distance, different life experiences, and so-so communication, it was increasingly bad for a few months. One day, John called to say that he wanted to talk about ending the relationship. I asked if he still loved me, and he said yes and then sobbed for thirty minutes. Then, I asked what he saw as the problems in our relationship and whether they were fixable, and he talked incoherently for an hour. I asked if he wanted to end [...]
Let's start this off originally, to match the unique snowflake that I am: I'm an extremely socially handicapped lady, 25 years of age, with just a handful (maybe 3 at best) of friends, and in a lonely place in my life.
To paint a bit of background: I have always been very shy, introverted, and fucking terrible at connecting with others. I was comfortable with my alone-ness, though. I've always been a bit (of a lot) of a closet romantic, so I can't really remember any long period of time since the fourth grade when I didn't have a crush on someone. But mostly, those were either boys [...]
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I don’t want to get Jonah Lehrer in any more trouble than he’s in already, but I felt like I needed to come forward and warn Simon and Schuster about something that’ll piss them off royally if they hear about it later. You know that book proposal he was shopping where he wants to write about love and stuff? A lot of what’s in there, as described in The New York Times, is taken straight out of the notes, texts, and emails he sent me in high school, when he [...]
"A 25-year-old drunken man tried to have sex with an ambulance, a court heard."
I feel sick just writing this, and I don't want to lose something good, so here goes:
I'm a 34-year-old single mother of a beautiful, sweet, and healthy three-year-old boy. I never imagined having kids, but accidentally became pregnant three months into a destructive relationship. I kept the child and eventually got rid of the man (with the help of a domestic violence counselor and a restraining order), which was a healthy decision.
You see, healthy decisions are not my forte. With a few exceptions, I usually date the damaged bad boy, the alcoholic who needs rescuing, or the tortured artist. I scrapped all that when [...]
Intense Love Fades, Unless You Want To Start Messing Around With Biking Or Dance, Which, Really, Who Does?
"These findings suggest that romantic love is an arousing but stressful experience. These physiological changes are short-lived, perhaps because we become acclimated to our partner with time. Although the ardor may diminish, do not lose faith—research shows that some couples can sustain these honeymoon period feelings throughout their relationship by challenging each other with new activities, such as biking or dance."
Appearing here Wednesdays, Turning The Screw provides existential crisis counseling for the faint of heart. "Don’t make me come over there!"
Recently one of my best friends since childhood started dating my sister (whom I am also super close with). They seem pretty serious about each other and I want to be okay with it, but I'm having a really hard time with it. The main issue is I just have this primal response of UGHGHG NOOOOOOO which doesn't feel totally logical when it happens, but here's what I think it's about:
1. I talk to both of them constantly, all the time, about everything. Particularly dating, [...]
• "Don’t you miss the time of love letters, mostly at school? The face of love was so tangible and inseparable from pen and paper. The poor chap whose heart was bleeding in love, often took his time and chose his words carefully on what was always attractive on paper." • "People want to go back to the day where you're sitting at a coffee shop, make eye contact and there is this mysterious moment where you don't know each other." • "I miss the days before everyone was offering their [...]
"My mind isn’t a sponge, it’s a parasitic death-starry glob that is big and wet and angry much of the time, feeding on itself and allowing only the choicest and most-vulnerable bits in when its blood sugar gets low." —MTV Hive editor Mike Ayers, "pessimistic cartoonist" Dustin Glick and art director Nicklaus Deyring helped Will Oldham (a.k.a. Bonnie "Prince" Billy) make this video to accompanying a song from his most recent album, Wolfroy Goes to Town, and the wonderful essay"To Hell With Drawers," that he wrote for The Poetry Foundation this year. It's about bunny rabbits. That is all, nothing more. Just nice little [...]