A German study found a man’s risk of premature death is 11 percent lower if his wife is seven to nine years younger, perhaps because healthier men attract younger wives. Women with husbands seven to nine years older or younger are 20 percent more likely to die early.
—from The Telegraph
By day, I was a women’s studies minor, wrote a weekly feminist column for the student newspaper, and was president of the National Organization of Women on campus. By night, I really, really, really just wanted to be spanked.
Send this post to them, or keep it for yourself; stick it in your gchat away message; write it as a reminder in your Outlook calender; Twitter it; make it your Facebook status—whatever, it’s 2009, you’ll figure it out. But remind yourself that your LO didn’t win. Now, give the best of you to someone who deserves it.
From my new favorite blog, I Wrote This for You.
consumed.
During a long catch up call with Megan last night, our conversation turned from engagments and med school (her) to the job hunt, unhappiness, and inequality (me). She said her fiance is having problems finding a job, and describes the experience as emasculating. I said I can relate. Interesting, said Megan. But did you know there’s no female equivalent to that word?
The definition of “emasculate”: to deprive of power or strength. In the English language, women apprently don’t have power or strength that could be stripped of them by craigslist and career builder and monster and mediabistro and…
Let’s change this, ladies. The female version of emasculate? Vaginate? Suggestions welcome. Comment below or email us at erinsammyawkward@gmail.com.
Thanks to @seanblanda for some graffiti love in my Gmail inbox the other day …
Thanks to @seanblanda for some graffiti love in my Gmail inbox the other day..
Sometimes I miss you
In the mornings when I first wake up
And night before I slip into unconciousness
And in bed, with your lips still on mine. Hi there. I miss you.
“We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It’s easy. The first girl I ever loved was someone I knew in sixth grade. Her name was Missy; we talked about horses. The last girl I love will be someone I haven’t even met yet, probably. They all count. But there are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and you’ll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. But there’s still one more tier to all this; there is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it always happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of those lovable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. You will remember having conversations with this person that never actually happened. You will recall sexual trysts with this person that never technically occurred. This is because the individual who embodies your personal definition of love does not really exist. The person is real, and the feelings are real—but you create the context. And context is everything. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.”
(Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself to Live)
And when I asked you how you’d been I meant I missed you more than I’ve ever missed anything before.
My grand daddy told me a long time ago that if I have to fight to keep a man, I will find out one day that I didn’t want him to begin with. I remember this everytime I start to lose my head. Losing ones head I’ve come to find is not very hard to do.
Women bleed. It’s what we do.
Two decades later, and I still have a crush on Johnny Depp. Scissored hands or not.
