HOLY SHIZZNIT! Via Christopher Ware @ Flickr.
A few weeks ago, PhDork, Pilgrim Soul and I met fellow fem-blogger Amanda Marcotte for some drinks and a mountain of fries at a local bar. Amanda happened to walk in right as Tha Dork and I were chatting gaily about how, as kids, we received conflicting messages...
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This post is by an anonymous friend of the Harpies. We felt her story was important and her message worthwhile, so we agreed to run this guest post.
Over Thanksgiving, I caught up with one of my childhood friends. She was clearly distressed and needed to talk, and it was not an...
Gentle readers, today I had a Crap E-mail From A Dude exchange that just cries out to be shared. When I forwarded it to PhDork and Pilgrim Soul–who I saw right after my first date with this dude–the Dork asked, “Did someone throw a switch on the DoucheSignal?”
The first date with...
I find that puppy therapy can be immensely helpful. photo via sarah.of.a.lesser.god, with assistance from her pup lola
I haven’t been around here for a while. I’m kind of embarrassed about that, to be honest, and not sure if anyone has noticed.
About six months ago I wrote about my experiences...
The most e-mailed article on the New York Times website yesterday was “For Some Parents, Shouting is the New Spanking”. Like most trend pieces in the Thursday Style section, it’s heavy on the generalization and aimed squarely at the Times’s readership of affluent white helicopter...
Via andreakw @ Flickr.Female friendships have been getting a lot of media attention in the past couple weeks. To be specific, people are saying that friendships between women are superficial at best and toxic at worst. Women cannot be more than frenemies because we are competitive, backstabbing underminers...
O hai. Ur dumped.
Plz to enjoy my last Bed, Bitch and Beyond blog post. My gig at Bitch ends today, so the topic is breakups, complete with much oversharing about my own fraught history of oddball breakups (the LOLCat may remind you of one).
All things must come to an end…whether by voicemail,...
Last week over at Bed, Bitch and Beyond blog, we talked about the joy of no sex. In this week’s post, it’s all about the not-boyfriends.
I’ve simply never bought into the idea that all sex must live up to the shining heteronormative ideal of candlelight and roses and true love (which,...
Via mathiole @ Flickr.
My latest post from the Bed, Bitch and Beyond blog at Bitch Magazine, in which we explore what Time dubs “the retrosexual”: when reconnecting via Facebook gives you a second chance to hook up with that hot girl or guy you missed out on in high school, an experience...
Gentle readers, the last few months have been something of an epic headache Chez BeckySharper. You see, after many years in my humble Brooklyn abode, I finally scraped together the money to renovate my home. I decamped to a sublet on the Upper West Side–rented to me by one of the not-boyfriends,...
You might have noticed that I wasn’t around here yesterday. Or maybe not. Anyway, I’ve gotten a little distracted, as I was informed yesterday a little before lunch time that my building has eleventy-six violations that the owner has been derelict in attending to, and so, to show him,...
My latest (and mercifully uncontroversial) post from Bed, Bitch and Beyond blog at Bitch Magazine, in which I ponder–and overshare about–the pleasures and perils of having post-breakup sex with your ex.