You’ve already done a lot of things up to this point: Bought gifts, planned trips, cooked or baked a bunch of stuff. Now you’re packing your bag and girding your loins in preparation of some of the issues/topics/discussions that will likely come up over the course of the next week around the people you’ll…
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In Defense of Gifts: I’m Getting You One and You’ll Like It
READ MORE: In Defense of Gifts: I’m Getting You One and You’ll Like ItHolidays are for giving. Gift giving. And I mean actual gifts. Not, “I donate money to charity and send you a card that pretends you gave it,” and not, “Let’s just split the check on this dinner bill and that’s our gift!” No. I’m talking the kind you shop for, buy, and wrap. And I…
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OMG Another Woman Just Married Herself. Make It Stop!
READ MORE: OMG Another Woman Just Married Herself. Make It Stop!Oh no. Another woman just went and married herself. Haven’t we gone over this? Oh wait, we have. I blogged about it and even went on Anderson Cooper a few years back to tell the “bride” she was full of it. I get it: You want to empower yourself and commit to your wellbeing, to…
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“I Shouldn’t Be Here”: Feeling Unqualified for Your Own Life
READ MORE: “I Shouldn’t Be Here”: Feeling Unqualified for Your Own LifeI have felt unqualified for my own life for as long as I can remember. On the first day of kindergarten I gave a fake name. I was sure that someone named Madeline would be taken more seriously. I have been writing poetry since I was 7, scrawling dramatic verses into my Snoopy spiral notebook…
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#TBT: “Sex Before Marriage? Not Me” (January 1987)
READ MORE: #TBT: “Sex Before Marriage? Not Me” (January 1987)So, this is my new tribute to #TBT: Journal entries from yesteryear, carefully hand selected and edited only for length–everything else is as it was written then. Names have been changed and will be from here on in. In this episode, the hard truth about friends with shifting sexual priorities and the post-holiday blues. All…
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Why You Owe Joan Rivers More Than You Think
READ MORE: Why You Owe Joan Rivers More Than You ThinkI owe Joan Rivers a debt of gratitude. And if you’re in possession of a vagina, you owe her one, too. Because she’s done more for women—not just women in comedy, but women in general—than most will realize, or even care to admit. Maybe you didn’t like her—the brassy, in-your-face manner, the brand of humor,…
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Bad Story of the Week: Needy Guy Strangles Relationship
READ MORE: Bad Story of the Week: Needy Guy Strangles RelationshipThe one post I get more feedback on than almost any other is this one: hitting the brakes on the relationship talk. Because we’ve all had to check ourselves on this, since we all have the urge to just “know” what’s going on—often, far too early in a relationship. And the problem is that when…
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You’re Safer Single: Why Marriage Can’t Protect Anyone (Including Itself)
READ MORE: You’re Safer Single: Why Marriage Can’t Protect Anyone (Including Itself)Yup, it’s all your fault. So said that Washington Post headline that grabbed eyeballs and imploded brains nationwide when it stated that women would be a whole hell of a lot safer if they’d stop being hussies and settle down. I’ll tell you what: You’re safer single. Why? Because you’re more likely to be assaulted, raped, or…
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3 Ways the Law of Attraction is Fucking With Your Head
READ MORE: 3 Ways the Law of Attraction is Fucking With Your HeadYour thoughts are powerful things—they influence your behavior, your mood, your decisions. They determine what risks you take and which ones you don’t. But there’s one thing your thoughts cannot do: Manifest a perfect partner out of thin air. Intellectually, you know this. But a smaller part than you care to admit remains under the…
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Failure Is Brutal Even When It’s Small. So, Play Big.
READ MORE: Failure Is Brutal Even When It’s Small. So, Play Big.I suffered dual blows recently: a minor physical injury, and major blow to my self esteem. And for a while, I wasn’t sure which was worse. I pulled a tendon in my foot. Sure, it hurt like a railroad spike to the sole for a few days. I hobbled and mooned about, feeling sorry for…