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Virtual Ghosts of Exes Past | Something on being a twentysomething
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Something on being a twentysomething. Virtual Ghosts of Exes Past. Ways a fun time when you’re trying to type in an email address and Google tries to auto fill the name with your ex. Thanks for trying to predict my thoughts Google, but no, I was not trying to type in that name. Shouldn’t there be some automatic setting of removing individuals that one hasn’t contacted in five years, or must we need that constant, needling reminder? May 10, 2015. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Poppin...
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Popping cherries, deflowering, and the horrendous ways in which we discuss virginity | Something on being a twentysomething
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Something on being a twentysomething. Popping cherries, deflowering, and the horrendous ways in which we discuss virginity. What is popping a cherry aside from a euphemism? Who knows, but I’ll venture a few guesses. The first, cherries are both innocent and a little sexy. And maybe the cherry juice is supposed to represent hymen blood? May 31, 2015. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Send to Email Address.
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The Purplist | Something on being a twentysomething
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Something on being a twentysomething. One day at a faculty meeting, sociologist Michael Kimmel overheard two of his female colleagues talking. When I look in the mirror every morning, I see a woman, his white colleague said. When I look in the mirror, I see a black woman, the other says. Well, Kimmel paused, when I look in the mirror, I just see a person. December 20, 2015. Women don’t say no. Marriage, to me, shouldn’t be a question, but an agreement, a discussion. So, no, I’m not being coy, having ...
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Women don’t say no | Something on being a twentysomething
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Something on being a twentysomething. Women don’t say no. Recently, my friend asked me what I’d do if my boyfriend proposed to me during our trip to Europe. He wouldn’t, I say. But, she said, her eyes narrowing mischievously, what if he did? Marriage, to me, shouldn’t be a question, but an agreement, a discussion. So, no, I’m not being coy, having someone pop the question without months of discussion would be a huge problem. Getting engaged in Europe? It’s your special day! June 14, 2015. On Avoiding the...
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Men on the street like my rain boots | Something on being a twentysomething
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Something on being a twentysomething. Men on the street like my rain boots. Men on the street like my rain boots. How do I know? Because they tell me so. The tension of the black rubber against my calf, flirtatiously high, water sex goddess, rain slut, passerby of stormy day fantasies, puddle skipper, moisture licker. Men on the street like my rain boots. May 24, 2015. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public).
