Tagged:

relationships

August 30th 2010

It's Like College, But...You're Even Poorer

I know. I didn’t think it was possible either, you know, with a paycheck coming in and all, but I assure you it is. If there’s one thing I’ll never understand, it’s student discounts. Why discount items for students, who are able to live off their parents and loans, have limited expenses outside bars and liquor stores, and have zero obligations to sport anything dressier than pajamas on a daily basis? I’d like to petition a change to “Yo-Pro discounts”. We pay rent and bills just like regular professionals, need to start from scratch with a grown-up wardrobe, and must begin to pay off the aforementioned loans.

August 30th 2010

A Sexpert's Advice: Don't Listen To The Advice

When it comes to a divisive topic like first-date etiquette, there are so many divergent viewpoints that a girl needs to get some perspective before she dives headfirst into the self-help section at her local bookstore.

So step one: Let's take it back to the old school. What were the love gurus of yore telling young women? According to one 1938 dating guide, women are advised to avoid getting drunk, sitting in awkward positions, chewing gum with their mouths open, or talking while dancing. That last one aside, all the other tips actually sound quite reasonable to me. If anything, dating rules have gotten wonkier in the post-war era.

8.23.10

The Wisdom of Siblings: Just Make Out For, Like, Five Years

Take it slow, be honest...and careful with Facebook!

Guests talk about advice they've given - or wish they'd given - to younger family members. [12 min 39 sec]

Listen to the podcast now!

You are missing some Flash content that should appear here! Perhaps your browser cannot display it, or maybe it did not initialise correctly.

  • download
  • itunes
August 18th 2010

It's Like College, But...

Like a ton of bricks, or maybe more like a ton of overpriced and underused text books, I was no longer in college. The smiles on the faces of those watching us walk across the stage to accept our diplomas seem more like smirks now, their kind words and congratulations more like snarky commentary, welcoming us to the real world outside our tuition-protected bubble. Am I being dramatic?

August 13th 2010

Ladies, Get Your Camo, It's (Husband) Hunting Season!

The other night I was having drinks with Sassy Girl and catching up on her recent date.

Me: “How was your date with Coffee Guy?”

Sassy Girl: “Um, interesting.”

Me: “That doesn’t sound good.”

The story goes like this: Sassy Girl first met Coffee Guy at the Starbucks by her work. They would stand in line together, flirt, and go back to their respective cube farms. After about a week he asked for her number and called later to ask her to “grab a drink after work.”

8.09.10

Camels, Dirty Cookies, and No Sex in The City: An Interview With Elna Baker

If there’s one thing she’s learned, it’s how to be herself...

Laura Stepp talks to writer and comedian Elna Baker about falling in love, being a virgin in New York City, and saying things that matter. [11 min 59 sec]

Listen to the podcast now!

You are missing some Flash content that should appear here! Perhaps your browser cannot display it, or maybe it did not initialise correctly.

  • download
  • itunes
August 6th 2010

The Drama Duo: Oh, the Humanity

Remember that one time. . . .

In college I was very good friends with Drama Dude and Drama Chick--their names should tell you where this is going. They were drama. They broke up and got back together all the time. Throughout college they loved each other, hated each other, and were “on a break,” more times than I could count.

After graduation, Drama Dude moved back to his home town and Drama Chick moved to another country for a job. They decided that long-distance would be too hard and broke up. I mean, it’s kind of impossible to make a rocky relationship last over thousands of miles. But staying true to form, they still talked all the time.

July 23rd 2010

Knock Knock - Commitment.

The other day I was having drinks with Little Miss Witty. We were comparing moving stories. You know, how long it took to finish packing, who showed up to help move boxes...things of that nature. She won, hands down.

Little Miss Witty: “So Slacker Dude asked if he could come over and ‘help me pack.’ Which I was pretty sure was code for ‘let’s have sex.’ Turns out it was neither.”

Me: “What? Did he bail? Was ‘helping you pack’ too much commitment for him?”

Little Miss Witty smirked: “Well played.”