Ask Gynomite!
I have kind of a stupid question for you: how do you know if your drinking is a problem? I drink all the time but the worst that happens is that I run out of money to drink, or I show up at work hungover one or two days a week, or rarely, I blackout. Where’s the line between party and problem?
This is a great question, and one I can’t believe I haven’t gotten already. Get ready, because Gynomite has both the official clinical definitions and the definition from a girl with a lot of hard-partying friends.
It’s Book Club Time
I was recently sent a wonderful book review written by Meghan O’Rourke that left me incredibly hungry to read the book. Cristina Nehring’s A Vindication of Love: Reclaiming Romance for the Twenty-First Century argues that post-feminist love has become more companionate than passionate, and she is not a fan.
Neither am I, to an extent.
Let’s discuss.
Little Things
Happiness has, sadly, become a bit of a broad, general, and elusive state of being. It’s so elusive for some that they stop trying for it and instead settle for “not miserable” while they churn along through each day. But it seems so lame to just settle. So what’s the holdup?
The biggest hurdle I see in the quest for joy is its dogged connection to obtaining huge things, like nice clothes, booze, relationships, good jobs, approval, money, writing deals, sex, etc. Happiness isn’t a “let’s save it for the major stuff” kind of emotion. Happiness should be sprinkled throughout your day, and it should be easy. You know that story about the couple that was setting up their “celebrity sex exception” list, and the guy named Angelina Jolie while the girl named their neighbor Stan? Happiness should be like that. Not that we should lower our standards, but instead that we should appreciate the good things we already have in our lives.
So what follows is a list of really tiny stupid things that make me absurdly happy. My challenge to you is to make your own list.
Ask Gynomite!
I have a question for you. The guy I’ve been dating for about 7 months really wants to have anal sex. He’s not pressuring me to do it, he just told me, while blushing, that it’s something he’d like to try with me. We have a good sex life and a good relationship, but I just feel like anal sex is weird and kind of misogynist and….just bad. If I go through with it because he wants it, I may resent him, but I also want to make him happy. What do you think?
Well well well, lots to unpack here. This is a good question. Let’s dig in, so to speak.
When you only have a hammer, everything looks like a nail.
Anger is one of the most primal and important emotions we have, and yet we overuse the fuck out of it. I thought today might be a good day to start looking into two of my favorite ways we misuse anger. Come on in, won’t you?
modern. mental health.
I’m going to be traveling a bit next week and will therefore be less Internetful, so I decided this was as good a time as any to take some time to focus on mental health issues with Gynomite. I’ve got some superfun stuff on panic attacks, anger, relationships etc. I realize that this may not sound fun to the lot of you, but let me change your minds about that. Let’s make being emotionally healthy the new fucked up and damaged!
(there was this nuevo mexican restaurant near our apartment in chicago, which basically meant that they could serve tacos but charge you $22. their slogan was “modern. mexican.” this is where the title of this post came from.
Too many solos!
The genius that is Chris Neary directed me to the genius that is imacomputa, as he has compiled and categorized a bunch of sax solos from 80s songs. And while I don’t always agree with his opinions of the solos, I admire his spirit.
He creates fun categories like
and reminds you of sax solos you had forgotten existed, like the ones in George Thorogood’s Bad to the Bone, or INXS’ What You Need.
Using his rating system, the best sax solo in a song is OMD’s “If You Leave”
and the worst is a three way tie between Madness’ “It Must Be Love”, Tim Capellos’ “I Still Believe”, and Corey Hart’s “Never Surrender”. Now you know how I feel about Tim Capello, but I definitely agree with the other two. But for me, it’s a tie between Kokomo and Careless Whisper.
Don’t judge.
HOT BREAKING “CELEB” GOSSIP
Pauly Shore has decided to align himself with the hillbillies of the world and sue Sacha Baron Cohen.
Why?
Not because he was hoodwinked by Borat, or Bruno, or whoever.
Not because he is disappearing into weirdly feminine obscurity.
Not because he needs the money.
Jump to find out.
SOS
The daffiness of this video has completely destroyed me. This is a very serious WWI era cat trying to message the rest of his squadron.
Good lord, Cute Overload. Do you ever stop?
There’s always room for Jell-O.
When people ask me why I live here, as messy and crazy and fucked up as it is sometimes, I refer them to this link of the Jell-O Mold Competition that recently took place at the Gowanus Studio Space here in Brooklyn.
And then I go skipping off into the night.
The winnah, with Jell-O Jewels!
More after the jump, via Eat Me Daily.
