I was out at the bar last night (on a weeknight, I know! Who do I think I am?! A college student?!) and ran into a friend of my ex.

We started talking and as we sat down together at a table in the corner, she looked at me in all seriousness and asked, “So, are you ok?”

I thought maybe she heard about my massive PMS cramps or the fact that my recent mild-obsession with running had left me with some serious blisters on the bottom of my feet.

After all, the boy and I broke up months ago and – as anyone who knows the truth knows – I ended things with him; the thought that this is what she was referring to never crossed my mind.

“Yeah, I mean, the blisters make it a bitch to walk in these heels, but this Amstel Light is totally numbing the pain.”

Her uncomfortable giggle made me realize that my feet were not the focus of her sympathy. She mentioned something about the boy and how it had to sorta suck when he dumped me. And something about how I must be sad about it because I can’t seem to stop calling him, no matter how many times he ignores me and never calls me back.

Insert the sound of tires coming to a screeching halt.
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At this point in the evolution of American society, it’s pretty much common knowledge that a gross double standard exists between men and women with regards to their respective number of sexual partners.

You know… a guy who sleeps around is a super cool badass, whereas a girl that opens her legs up to all passersby is a dirty slut.

So it should never come as a surprise when surveys get released, such as a recent one released by our own federal government, which claim that men, on average, have at least three more sexual partners over the course of their lifetime than do women.

But according to a recent New York Times article, there’s just one not so minor problem with such surveys. Their results suggest logical impossibilities! According to Cal-Berkley professor David Gale (no, not the same David Gale who was portrayed by Kevin Spacey in 2003, although that’d be pretty ironic), mathematical logic dictates that men and women have to have around the same number of partners, and oddly enough, most sex survey researchers agree with him.

So what gives?

The article gives two possible explanations. One theory has an extraordinary amount of men soliciting prostitutes and regularly schtupping girls in foreign countries, but based solely on conversations that I’ve had on the subject, I’m not sure I buy into this one. Read More »

In an interview with Glamour Magazine (snippets here), Ms. Star Jones (formerly of The View) finally admits to getting Gastric Bypass Surgery to aid in her 160 pound weight loss back in 2003.

And in other blatantly obvious news, Lindsay Lohan has a drug problem and I have to beat men off with a stick.

Since when do we care about Star Jones?

She hasn’t been on The View in years, and even when she was she was most definitely hated. Okay, maybe not hated…but surely the butt of many a joke. And it was well-deserved!

The woman sold out her own wedding for goodness sakes! Tacky, Star…just tacky.

When is she going to admit her career is over? Or that she looks better with a few extra pounds? Or that she’s a selfish money-hungry pseudo-celebrity?

Or…and this will be a shocker…her husband is gay?

Just sayin’.

Cheating on your boyfriend with his best friend and the secret has your stomach gurgling-a-fire? Or better yet, do you just get off on listening to other people’s closet-ed stories of deception? Well then Girl, do I have a website for you.

PostSecret.blogspot.com is the most brilliant site I have ever seen, EVER! Here’s the premise:

A bunch of average nobodies anonymously write their own secrets down on a postcard and mail them to a blogsite to post. That’s it. Nothing more. Nothing less. Just secret after secret. Lie after lie. It is absolutely gorgeous. Really.

Yeah, yeah, I know you must think I am an incredibly shallow and morbid person- And maybe your right, but it takes one to know one, and I guarantee once you go there, you will be there for a while.

Dare ya.