This month the University of Toronto released two studies examining why people have sex— especially those of us in LTR’s. The results? Not particularly surprising, which makes me wonder. Do we need studies to help us make decisions in our personal lives? Or should we just be more thoughtful?
New York has the holidays that it loves, and those are generally party holidays. But Halloween holds a special place in most people’s hearts because unlike all the others, it has costumes. This invites the weird, the wonderful, and for some, a reason to spend a lot of money on a sexy outfit that kinda has no business being sexy.
$1150/800ft – ONE CORPORATE GRINDER SEEKS INANIMATE BLOW UP DOLL THAT DISPENSES RENT AND DOESN’T MIND THE C TRAIN (Trendy Neighborhood)
Looking for a roommate to share my three room apartment. Yes, that’s right: bedroom, bathroom and kitchen. THREE ROOMS. How else did you think I could afford this place?
As we know, New Yorkers are seriously defensive. People are always looking out when they run around this concrete jungle, knowing anyone, anything is suspect.
Seriously, I get that we have an attitude of “GET DA FUCK OUTTA MY WAY.” And maybe yes, at times, we can be a little rude, but there are reasons for this so I’m here to defend it.
Actually, I totally support it. Continue reading
DISCLAIMER: I am not a psychologist, psychiatrist, therapist, pharmacist, physician, physician’s assistant, or wearer of scrubs. All advice given within these pages should be taken with multiple grains of salt. A tablespoon is probably best. These opinions are the synthesis of a young yet sage, cynical and critical woman of urban origin, who graduated summa cum laude from the School of Hard Knocks, Brooklyn Campus with a concentration in Bullshit Detection. Adhere at your own discretion.
So you live in one of the most expensive cities in the world; now what?
I have an issue, and a confession.
I have no idea when I’m being hit on.
Okay, so maybe it’s not that I have no idea of when I’m being hit on. I mean, I’m a gal who’s lived in New York for the past 8 years. It’s not like I walk around this damn city thinking everyone is an innocent lamb on a farm or something. It’s actually the exact opposite. I always assume dudes are hitting on me.
Which is pretty wack because there are times I view a man as a sheep in wolves clothing, telling em’ I know what they’re after even if they’re really just being friendly. It’s not like I think I’m hot stuff, it’s just that’s the life of a lady nowadays. So if a dude at the coffee shop gives a friendly smile, I think he’s giving eyes. Starts casual convo at a bar? He’s here to mingle. Bumps into me on the train and takes the time to tell me he’s sorry? Obviously hitting on me. OBVIOUSLY. Continue reading