pheromones!! they are real and cannot be denied.

It definitely feels that way, and for what it's worth, I think for most people it's an ongoing commitment, not just a "Hey, I've arrived and will always be myself!" kind of thing. But man is it SO. WORTH. IT. Every step just feels like a weight is being lifted little by little, because constantly being something…

I know I don't need to be embarrassed; the heart (read: penis) wants what it wants. But it's a male power type fantasy this is a ladyblog.

I always thought I'd marry an artist or journalist or something. My husband is a construction worker who gets this adorably dumb smile on his face when I point out that he looks really crazy doable in his orange T-shirt and work boots. Once he said a receptionist told him his hair was hot and offered to get him…

I just substituted the introverts version: sit together and say nothing and/or read books/computer stuff/music/share a blanket for hours on end.

Don't. S&M fetishes DO NOT mean you wanted your abuse or consented to it or "secretly enjoyed it" or whatever. It is entirely possible to consensually enjoy the type of sex you like and dislike rape.

Well, statistically, only 2-5% of rape reports are false. That of course means that we shouldn't be throwing people in jail over accusations that can't otherwise be substantiated, since there is a small but not insignificant chance that an accuser may be lying. However, the catch here is that because of the nature of…

I know, right? Studies show that men who rape drunk women are not drunk themselves. But I do not think a little thing like facts are going to change much. Drunk sex and drunk rape are not the same thing. My head hurts.

"the smell of AXE BODY WASH because one staffer's ex used to wash with it DANGER DANGER DANGER AVOID;"

Right? Any demonstration of friendly or sexual interest in a man is an ironclad agreement to let him do whatever he wants to do to you for the rest of his life.

Oh come on, spill.

My biggest turn on is baseball style T-shirts on men. I don't know what it is, but I cannot handle it. I think it looks so good.

Happy trails. Man sweat. Speaking in a foreign language. Juggling a soccer ball. Driving safely. Knowing how to start a fire. A well placed curse word. The band of a guy's boxers sticking out slightly from the waistline of his jeans. Shirt sleeves rolled up to the forearms. Assuming I want queso and ordering it…

stocky blond dudes. rawr. redheads, male and female. again with the rawr.

Are you me?? I am SO happy I got to date again after my first very bad marriage. Twenty-something me put up with all kinds of questionable awful stuff. But thirty-something me would have called Mr. No-Place-To-Sit on this Bullshit first damn thing. I too spent a lot of really enjoyable quality time with myself and…

That last screencap. It's always so telling when these guys are like "OH SO I CAN'T STARE AND LEER AT WOMEN, HOW AM I EVEN SUPPOSED TO INTERACT WITH THEM SOCIALLY THEN." Plus the whole attitude that it is absolutely imperative he be able to notify "attractive females" about his boner.

I'm convinced she's trying to be super-liberal/generous in her acceptance of 'outside the norm' stuff, but once in a while it results in mindfucks like that.

Wow, this first letter is a heartbreaking, and I totally 100% agree with her advice.

Can we take a moment to discuss what is possibly Dear Prudence's worst column yet? In which Emily Yoffe suggests that a man in a sexless marriage take his wife on her offer to let him have sex with her while she's knocked out on sleeping pills?

Normally when "white men" are specifically mentioned, it is because it is a gender and race issue. When "white people" is used it is because it is just a race issue. If you want to read about the problem with women, go to every other site on the internet, I'm sure you'll find plenty.