Stop Psychoanalyzing the Abuser, 5 Reasons You Can’t Change Him.
Are you an Asshat? Because I can fix you. If you’re a car, then I’m a mechanic. If you’re a computer, then I’m the Geek Squad. If you’re a porn star, then I’m the fluffer.
Are you an Asshat? Because I can fix you. If you’re a car, then I’m a mechanic. If you’re a computer, then I’m the Geek Squad. If you’re a porn star, then I’m the fluffer.
My first lover was Brandon Birmingham, captain of The Audacious, a merchant ship set for the Orient.
He’d mistaken me for a prostitute and had his way with me before he knew the truth…
I woke up this morning utterly paralyzed by all of the things I need to do or think I need to do or can’t remember if I need to do or in what order I need to do. Wear my cougar costume.
Suddenly we put on our white hat, brandish our battle saber and charge in on our noble steed to rescue the Asshats them from their very own Asshattery, abandoning ourselves in the process!
She had platinum blond hair worn in an Aqua-Net bouffant, thick black eyeliner and a figure Jayne Mansfield would’ve killed for. At night she peeled her false eyelashes off like she was undressing her face.
When the Bossy Docent yells at a child for pulling a pine cone off a tree, yelling, “Leave this land exactly as you found it,” do not whisper to your child’s teacher …
In making me feel smaller, The Greek God ensured that I’d never leave because, considering all of my flaws, I believed I was lucky to get him and should just put up with the times he treated me poorly.
It was still summer and the cock blockers were gone. I’d driven them at breakneck speed up to my mom’s in Santa Barbara. It was the first time they’d be away from home and we could have sex in every room of the house.
I realize that our daughters are coming of age in a time where date rape is not only still a threat but there is also the possibility of the crime being documented and disseminated on social media.
Here’s the funny thing about people. They tell you who they are. And they often tell you right away. Recently, I worked with an old
“Well, I know you haven’t brushed your teeth yet. Please go do that.” He looks at me horrified. That’s not why he came to see me. He wanted retribution not a chore. That’s what I do to my children. Ultimately I seem to turn every interaction into a nag.
We women can tell stories all goddamn day long about how we’ve been mistreated. I could tell you one from today. But I don’t know how much telling those stories will mean until we can get a goddamn grip on the word feminist.
There is a 50+ woman online who out-sexes me by a mile. I’m so thrilled to introduce you to Erica Jagger, a pseudonym evocative of
I didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to barf. I didn’t want to get salty. I didn’t want to smell feces. I didn’t want
He walked in the door of our house at 1 a.m., as if it were only 6 p.m. and he didn’t reek of Other Women.
At 49 I’m just not ashamed of wanting to be attractive and even desirable anymore. I don’t care that some people may think desiring to be desirable is an affront to my husband and my marriage. Or that they may think I need to get a life and help build houses for Habitat for Humanity. Or that they may think I’m guilty of the 3 Vs. Vapidity, Vacuousness and Vanity.
In a recent Today Style article Marisa Kabas writes: “Last month, (e-retailer) ModCloth was the first company to sign onto the ‘Truth in Advertising Heroes
When it comes to dating, do you keep choosing Asshats over and over and over again? I was an Asshat-magnet, right up until my womb
Ahh, that perennial relationship black hole of Calcutta, the Asshat. They don’t call when they say they will. They don’t show up when expected. They
Racism: a belief that race is the primary determinant of human traits and capacities and that racial differences produce an inherent superiority of a particular
I didn’t realize when I woke up this morning, there was a price on my head. I rolled out of bed, after the kids and
Look at That Handsome Face I’m not sure what moon my cycle is in, or which lunar orbit is pivoting across the satellite of my
Last week I got to be a Bombshell. I’ve always wanted to be a Bombshell, and am grateful to chocolate and french bread for making
Intimacy with strangers just happens to me. There was the gentleman confessor of an adulterous liaison on the flight back from Boulder and now
Dear Daughters, You’re at an age where your father and I have little control over the choices you make when you aren’t with us.
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