Nobody enjoys being with someone who is always passive aggressive. If you're not sure what that looks like, here's an excellent, and funny, demonstration.
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Dear Lovehacker, I recently spent the night with someone and now I'm getting strong attempted-relationship vibes from them. To be honest, these vibes were kind of there before too. I will definitely see them at work-related events in the future and I'm not sure how to avoid this situation. Help? Thanks, Tyler.
Female ejaculation – commonly known as "squirting" – has been a subject of interest right back to ancient times. Back then, however, it wasn’t a puzzle or taboo. The philosopher Aristotle, who was kicking around Ancient Greece more than 300 years BC, matter-of-factly observed that when women ejaculate, they produce far more liquid than men. And the Kama Sutra, the Hindu sexual text written around 200-400 AD, called the product of squirting ‘female semen’. It’s clear that for some of our ancient sisters ejaculation at orgasm was a normal part of sex.
As with so many aspects of women’s sexuality, however, over the last two millennia female ejaculation became a taboo subject. Then in the mid 20th century its existence was even denied by early sexual researchers and was written off as just incontinence (charming!).
Mother's Day is Sunday. Does anyone need to put that on their calendar? If you have a mum in your life and you haven't already placed an order for flowers/made a dinner reservation/procured a card, now is the time to do so! If you are fortunate enough to have more than one mum in your life (say, your mum, the mother of your children, and your mother-in-law) Mother's Day can get overwhelming, fast.
Earlier this week, we asked readers who have a difficult time with Mother's Day what their strategies are for making the day a little less painful. Here's what they told us.
Dear Lovehacker, My girlfriend and I have been having pretty great sex for the two months we’ve officially been together. One thing I’ve noticed though is she’s really into talking trash — like, REALLY into it. I mean anyone with some experience knows how to talk dirty, but this is heading into some rough AF territory I’m not 100% comfortable with.
Mother's Day is this Sunday, and it isn't a happy celebration for everyone. Whether your relationship with your mum isn't great, your mother has passed away, or you've struggled with having kids, Mother's Day can be a painful reminder of what you've gone through. If you're dreading this particular holiday, we'd like to know: What strategies do you use to deal with Mother's Day?
Since I got married, my "love language" has become the love language of picking your crap up off the floor — because nothing kills romance or libido faster than cleaning up after someone like a 1950's housewife. And yet this is the norm for many heterosexual new parents: That the woman, whether she works or not, will do most of the labour (much of it unseen) around child-rearing and housekeeping.
We may have had egalitarian relationships pre-kids. We may anticipate that we'll enjoy a pristinely fair division of labour post-kids. But when the actual baby arrives — well, it can be like a bomb going off in your marriage.
Dear Lovehacker, I'm a hetero male who has experienced the full dating spectrum - hook ups, kinda serious, and very serious. I've dated women who were more attractive than me, less attractive, more intelligent, less intelligent, emotionally abusive, exes of friends, the whole spectrum basically. I'm at a point where I feel like I know what I like, know what I dislike, and think of myself as a pretty flexible person with reasonable standards and boundaries.
Lately, I've been suffering from a case of the 'I don't want to die alone syndrome'. Whenever I get this feeling and think about my dating lessons and failures in the past, my mind always wanders to my (female) best friend.
Dear Lovehacker, I have what may be an impossible question to answer. For lack of better phrasing, I've been a non-participant in dating since university. I've always had an excuse not to do it, ranging from preferring to concentrate on my studies to not having my own place. The timing just never seemed right.
Flash-forward to roughly two months ago. I finally agreed to go on a date with a friend/coworker who'd shown interest in me. We were both nerds, had some common interests and things were going really well. Unfortunately, the relationship ended in the worst possible fashion. She died unexpectedly last month from complications from her prescriptions.
It's just common sense that in order to keep peace in your household, chores should be split evenly between the people who live there. Whether you share chores with roommates, a partner or both, this two prong approach will get them to do more chores without a fight.
You're probably rolling your eyes at this point when you hear the term FOMO (fear of missing out), but bear with me because it turns out that FOMO isn't about fear of missing information. It's about feeling anxious that you're missing out on bonding time with your social group. Here's what to do about that anxiety.
When I moved out from the apartment I shared with my husband, two dogs and a cat, it hurt really badly, but it hurt in a way that I fully expected. There was nothing surprising about the feelings that accompanied the dissolution of a 10-year relationship; I was devastated, but it would be weird if I hadn't been. Entire movie plots are dedicated to big, proper, capital-B Breakups, but not much attention is paid to the smaller, seemingly less significant "micro-breakups", a term used by Britany Robinson to describe the end of something that never really was.