In the last year, my closest friends — guys and girls — have been getting themselves in and out of the most perplexing relationships and romantic situations. The guys ask me what women are thinking. They hope I will know, but I usually do not. The girls ask me what guys are thinking. They trust my candor, and it is all too easy to express. [Read more →]
A transgender student has been suspended from school in Fulton, Mississippi. I grew up in Queens, a big part of an even bigger city, and if a transgender teen came into my public high school in the late ’80s, people would have definitely turned to stare. Some would have wondered what that freaky kid was doing. Some would have made fun of him. Some might have threatened him (but more likely, they would have just been threatened by him). But certainly someone in the school would have accepted him. It probably wouldn’t have been the guys on the football team — but no one went to their games anyway. [Read more →]
Women are fickle mistresses, especially when it comes to our tolerance for other women, and in particular, celebrities. Men may have their own issues with celebrity men, or pseudo-celebrity men, like Guy Fieri. Guy is annoying, like a fly you want to swat, but honestly, we’re not too concerned about him, or any other man, for that matter. It’s the women to whom we’re paying the most attention. [Read more →]
A girlfriend of mine told me tonight that she is looking for a prince. Cliché as it sounds, she has maybe settled and compromised too much in the recent past. So, I can see why she would go there. I do not want any such thing. No thanks. Do those guys even know how to do their own laundry? Doubtful. I want a best friend, who will take care of me when I’m not quite up to the task, with whom I can have lots of sexy time.
My girlfriends and I have recently divided the men in our lives into two categories. Cookies and cake. [Read more →]
Usually, South Philadelphia gets press coverage due to mob murders, student violence at South Philly High, or, during this time of year, fights over coveted parking spaces.
So it was good to see a story in the Philadelphia Daily News about South Philadelphians celebrating Valentine’s Day.
We need to come together to face a plague of addiction more tragic than any in recent memory. It’s even worse than drug addiction; even worse than nicotine addiction; even worse than food addiction; even worse than gambling addiction; even worse than shopping addiction; even worse than sex addiction; even worse than Jane’s Addiction.
There is nothing sadder than a teenager succumbing to external pressures to conform. I mean that literally, and taking into account everything that has ever happened in the history of recorded time. Teens who give in to pressure are the saddest things in the world.
I don’t know how many of you caught this piece of horrible news for the ladies in the audience, but scientists have found that there is no evidence of the mythical “G-Spot” in women.
The past year has given women proof for their argument that men are idiots*. 2009 might appropriately be called the year of the Homer Simpson D’oh! Although we said goodbye to eight long years of George W. Bush’s antics, plenty of men are vying to take his place as the knucklehead of the year. (Listen, I know women aren’t perfect. But when do we read stories of women acting like fools? That’s right, never. That’s probably because women are not acting like fools.) Let’s recap some of the men who unraveled in 2009 and the lessons it taught women. [Read more →]
I was having a conversation in the truck with my girlfriend yesterday about laundry detergent. Not, of course, because this is a subject that interests me, particularly, but because we were going to the store to pick some up. She told me about discussions she had with her stepmother and various friends about switching to certain “formulas,” i.e., a certain detergent and a certain fabric softener or whatever. I was flabbergasted. My girlfriend is something of a feminist and imagining her debating the merits of detergent and fabric softener was… incongruous, I guess. [Read more →]
Black Friday officially commences the beginning of the holiday season. In other words, I have to get my ass in gear and start buying presents. Buying gifts for my relatives is no small feat. Almost every holiday that I spend with my in-laws, someone inevitably starts an argument about the quality and thoughtfulness of a gift. I really love my in-laws, but squabbling over presents on Christmas doesn’t exactly put one in the holiday spirit. [Read more →]
Recently, some women have worked themselves into a tizzy over President Obama and his good old boys club. Apparently, the ladies are feeling slighted as a result of the current White House testosterone-laden culture of ESPN, basketball games, and fist bumps. A major faux pas occurred when Obama sent out invitations to a White House basketball game with nary a woman on the list. Similarly, despite Obama’s many weekend golf games, only last weekend did a woman finally make it out to the links. [Read more →]
Panicked by the possible legalization of gay marriage in New York State, the National Organization for Marriage went all out with a local TV spot. The load-bearing line in the spot is: “The rights of people who believe that marriage is between a man and a woman will no longer matter.”
What rights are these? [Read more →]
So Archie has chosen. And by choosing, he’s taking us down a dark path.
Not since Rene Descartes polished off a sixth bottle of wine and slurred the famous maxim, “I drink therefore I am,” has there been a more culturally critical dualism. I’m talking about the Betty and Veronica dichotomy that has shaped generations of youth — both male and female. [Read more →]
If you just read what those on on the left, particularly the gay left, and in their MSM echo chamber said about Carrie Prejean without hearing the beauty queen’s actual words, you might have thought she had slandered gays, saying that the reason “homosexuals” weren’t worthy of state-sanctioned married was because we were perverts, incapable of relationships.
But, she didn’t smear us. She just articulated how she defined marriage — which is how all societies have defined the institution since time immemorial, by gender difference.* [Read more →]
As my first post here, I thought I would address a theme which I regularly consider on GayPatriot where I first started blogging. In reviewing my past posts on the topic, I found a few common themes emerged. I regularly faulted those gay marriage advocates who prefer substituting name-calling to serious discussion and urged said advocates to follow the lead of Jonathan Rauch, author of Gay Marriage: Why It Is Good for Gays, Good for Straights, and Good for America, who has made careful arguments for the social change which state recognition of gay marriage represents. [Read more →]
The Democratic Republic of Congo has been called the most dangerous place in the world to be a woman or girl. (John Prendergast) The weapon of choice in this African country is not a gun or machete; it is mass rape and sexual assault. Hundreds of thousands of women have reported being attacked, and who knows the true number, as the stigma that goes with rape causes untold numbers not to report it. [Read more →]
To: The imbeciles that support Prop. 8
Personally, I don’t have an overwhelming desire to get married. It’s just not something I feel the need for in my life. I have a girlfriend, a beautiful daughter, a home that we own together, cars, shared bank accounts — getting married at this point feels pointless to me. I don’t subscribe to the notion that you meet, you date, you marry, you have kids — and that’s the way it is — that’s the natural order of things. It doesn’t seem to be a very sound plan and when you consider the divorce rate, it kind of makes me wonder why in this day and age, that formula isn’t challenged more. [Read more →]
I am a man. I’m not a woman, and I’m not a boy anymore. I am a man, and it is noticeable in several areas of my life. The movie-watching experience is one of those areas. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a macho man who can only watch action movies and slapstick comedies. I cried watching Terms of Endearment and I loved Thelma & Louise, but I often find myself at odds with a woman over our opinions of a movie. [Read more →]
If I had a girlfriend who made me leave a Super Bowl party in the middle of the game, I would break up with her on the spot.
After almost heading out of my Stamford residence to watch the game in my native Queens, I was invited to a party at the last minute by one of my co-workers. Great shindig. The food was flowing; the guests were great to be around… it was a fantastic time. Well, not everyone was enjoying themselves — on the couch sat a couple I didn’t know, and while they seemed nice enough, the girl forced the guy to leave within the opening minutes of the 3rd quarter.
Excuse me? Leave a Super Bowl fiesta early? She must be insane. Even worse was the fact that her boyfriend went along with it! When you’re bolting an event like that, there has to be a reason put on the table. It’s not like they had to go to Home Depot or Lowes at such an odd hour. No, there was no explanation. They simply picked up, said a few brief goodbyes, and left. The guy put up no fight.
Embarrassing. Rest assured, their union was a hot topic in the post-game discussion.
