This is the time of year for love and joy and peace on earth and, especially, goodwill to men, a gender I sometimes make fun of. But I’m not going to do that anymore, because I’m worried about men. That’s because I just read a very serious scientific study called “The Darwin Awards: Sex Differences in Idiotic Behaviour.” (It’s “behaviour” not “behavior” because the article appears in a British online publication, BMJ. When our forefathers departed England, they left their extra vowels behind so as not to have to pay steerage fees.) Read more »
Let’s say it’s about to rain.
A drop falls. You don’t notice it. A couple of more come down. You feel a slight splash on your forearm. You keep walking. You’ve got to get somewhere. You never run inside out of the rain, because you’ve got places to go, people to see.
After 15 minutes of this, your clothes have some wet splotches on them. After a half-hour, your hair is wet. And if you stay outside all day, never hiding from the rain, well, then, you can get pretty darned damp.
It’s a crazy turn of events. No individual drop soacked you. There was never a moment when you were overwhelmed by a deluge. But the constant drip-drip-drip of water eventually made you look half-drowned.
You are soaked. And it is not a pleasant feeling.
All of which leads to this video, which you’ve probably heard about by now:
UPDATE July 24th: American Apparel is flying pool-barred bikinied barista Lisa Conn to its L.A. headquarters to pick out some free bikinis. For the full update, go here.
Lisa Conn loves to swim. The 30-year-old South Philadelphia barista usually wears a swimsuit under her dress so that she can jump into one of Philadelphia’s public pools at a moment’s notice. But she claims that her American Apparel bikini led to “harassment” by male city employees at two public pools this week, and that she wasn’t allowed to swim at one of those pools as a result of her choice of swimwear. Read more »
Somewhere in Michigan, in the last week of June, a bunch of men sat around and aired their grievances.
To say it more plainly, they whined and complained about how the world got to be so cold.
The Washington Post covered first International Conference on Men’s Issues, something so absurd in its existence that I hope that Lorne Michaels catches wind of it and brings Tina Fey back to do the writing for an SNL skit.
Hope. After President Obama’s ubiquitous 2008 campaign, the word has felt a little cheesy, a little too much like the brainchild of a marketing pro.
But it’s the only word I can use to describe how I felt on Tuesday night.
By the time I started my evening commute, I’d already heard the glorious news that U.S. District Judge John Jones III overturned Pennsylvania’s ban on same-sex marriage. After work, I detoured from my usual route to see the rally in front of City Hall. I’d expected to feel happiness and — no pun intended — a lot of pride. But then that familiar feeling of hope crept up on me. Read more »
“Where are our men? Why are they not protecting us?” Tyema Sanchez recently told the Daily News. “Men are failing us. I feel as though we are not being protected.”
And just like that: My brain exploded all over my desk.
Not really. But you catch my drift. I am not picking up what Sanchez is laying down.
But, first: Let’s back up a bit. Women — and men — in Philadelphia are being shot, and sometimes killed, over handbags. It’s exactly the kind of senseless, screwed up, innocent-victim type of crime that makes suburbanites wring their hands and shout about the atrocities of living in a big city. It’s bad for the victims and it’s bad for the city.
As I sit here alone in my bedroom with my dog, I have a community of 1,077 Facebook “friends” and a combined total of some 700 Twitter and Instagram followers. I know because I can see their faces on my laptop and iPhone. I can read their thoughts, see pictures of their dinner and interact with them through likes, comments, emojis and tweets. We all exist as serif typography on a bright screen, and yet we are still alone, and if less lucky, lonely.
But how can we all not be lonesome when we’re substituting online relationships for real ones? When we’re creating digital communities that inherently are neighborhoods with no people? When we are paying writers to act as modern day Cyranos, crafting online dating profiles and messages for men who have no time to meet and get to know a woman, let alone make their own Match.com profiles?
As the New Year approaches, we are all thinking about the 2014 resolutions we ought to be making to better our lives and allow for a more harmonious year. These declarations usually include spending money more wisely, treating people in a thoughtful way, losing weight and being more productive. Rarely does one think of the company one keeps as having a direct correlation with happiness. But who you choose to surround yourself with will have a profound effect on your self esteem, and on how others view you. Consider the following scenarios when choosing whom to spend your time with in 2014.
Last week, TIME spent some time talking about the so-called hook-up culture in its piece “What Boys Want” written by Rosalind Wiseman, author of Queen Bees and Wannabes (the book was also the premise for Tina Fey’s 2005 movie Mean Girls, starring Lindsay Lohan).
Her latest book, The Guide: For Guys (which is available for free download through December 10th), argues that “an entire generation of parents has spent years panicking about the effects of hook-up culture on girls — making it all too easy to ignore the emotional lives of boys.”
This much I agree with. Industry, whether government, commercial or non-profit, is actively engaged in questions about the sexuality of women and girls. Read more »
Are you dating someone who is stuck in quick sand?
You want marriage, but they need to think? You want forever, they are unsure.
Do you feel insecure? Are you always looking over your shoulder, worrying about your partner’s level of commitment instead of feeling happy and carefree?
If so keep reading.