It’s a crime to take away a man’s cahones!
I’m sorry, but after hearing a new report out of Italy, I have come to the conclusion that Italian men are p***y a** b***ches! Because of a dispute between two asinine cousins, it is now illegal — that’s right, illegal — to say that a man has “no balls.” What the what?
Fact of life: (most) guys like strip clubs, and, as usual, I have a theory as to why. There must be that titillating thrill of being able to look and not touch, that dangerous reassurance that they probably could cheat, but wouldn’t. Plus, it’s a weirdly bonding thing for men — though that particular ritual is beyond me. Personally, I don’t care if my boyfriend forks over his extra ones to the Lucite heel-wearing ones every once in a while. It’s not like I’m going to head to the Spearamint Rhino and ogle some oil-covered muscle men, but I don’t consider exotic dancers to be competition. Not all women are like me, though, including the Mayor of Italy‘s Bagnolo Mella — who has actually banned her husband from hanging out at a bar with similarly scantily dressed dollies. more…
Before we discuss anything of importance, let’s get this out of the way, shall we? Happy Valentine’s Day! May you spend the day sucking face with the human of your dreams over bottles of bubbly and boxes of bon bons. Amen. more…
I’m just going to go right ahead and put it out there, because I’m trite, trivial and all those other good T words: Valentine’s Day is a Hallmark holiday. I know that guys think so because they’re forced to buy stupid gifts like pink teddy bears (or forced to walk into Victoria’s Secret all shame-faced to buy a different kind of teddy entirely) and all single girls think so because we’re not getting those lame ass stuffies (or sweet ass lingerie). This dichotomy pretty much sums up how Valentine’s day actually came to be…and why we all might hate it, but secretly, in our heart of hearts, actually kind of love it as well. more…
Most people have pretty standard practices of showing they love someone. Guys bring flowers, women cook a special dinner, both sexes give impromptu massages (though that’s not necessarily about adoration and devotion, FYI). But those crazy Italians, of course, have to take it up a notch by putting love on lockdown — literally. more…
Scrooge McLoveTrekker has come out of the Santa bag yet again to harumph: “New Years Eve is my least favorite holiday of the year.” There’s so much damn pressure we put on ourselves to have a great evening, to find that perfect outfit, to kiss a guy who matters that we inevitably end up killing the night before it’s even started. It’s as if we’re saying ‘THIS is the night that determines how our following year turns out. There’s no going back.” Except we all rationally know that one measly night has very little to do at all with the tone of your upcoming year, and if you think about it, the people you tend to spend NYE with are rarely the people who end up impacting your year, in the end. So, where did these misguided fears and irrational pressures come from? more…
Am I a prude? I’ve never thought so, but I do tend to giggle guiltily when watching a hot sex scene (in a movie theater!). When I see a banana hammock or a g-string I always seem to find the need to not only comment, but to mock. Does this mean I’m afraid of my own passion? Well, actually….maybe. At any rate, Italian-born James Beard Award winning chef and co-author of La Figa: Visions of Food and Form Tiberio Simone makes a strong case for it here. But you be the judge — see if you avert your eyes when looking at the photographs of naked models covered in nothing but his edible creations. more…
Lonely Planet knows what’s up. The travel gurus have long been a fount of knowledge for any trip I’ve chosen to take, so when they say that Paris is passe, I may not agree…but I’ll listen. Their newly released Best in Travel book lists the new spots to find romance around the world, and you best believe I’m going to be booking some trips in the very near future…. more…
If you’re a child of the 80s or a die-hard romantic movie fan, you’ll have been obsessing like I have about having your own, real-life Say Anything moment. You know what I’m talking about. John Cusack holds a boom box (yes, I said boom box) up to Ione Skye‘s window telling her how he feels without words…without his own words, that is. The song he plays is Peter Gabriel‘s “In Your Eyes”, and it’s as much the song as it is his gesture that has me sighing in envy. The lyrics are: “In your eyes, I see the light and the heat/In your eyes I am complete/In your eyes.” Turns out old Petey was on to something besides creating one of the best love songs of all time, that is. A new scientific study proves that you can see love in another’s eyes. But how?
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Whenever I think about men and trains, my mind automatically wanders back to that Sex and the City episode, The Big Journey. Carrie Bradshaw is afraid to fly, so she and horny cougar Samantha Jones board a train bound for San Francisco, seduced by a sense of adventure and a serious Strangers on a Train-type fantasy. Their trip doesn’t end quite as they’d planned it — Carrie gets a pimple and Samantha gets shot down by an all-married bachelor party — but that doesn’t mean your mobile love story has to have the same result. more…
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