For Your Father: Dad works hard at his job every other day of the year, and probably just wants to relax with a board game or similar activity over the holidays. As any hobby shop can tell you, 3D puzzles are big right now. But rather than dropping coin on one of those fancy store models, go the sentimental route with something handmade. You know that ceramic mug you accidentally dropped last week? Stick it in a gift bag with a tube of superglue and boom! Instant hours of fun.
For Your Mother: Nobody in the history of ever has gotten tired of the "homemade book of coupons." With [...]
I'm 30 and live with my boyfriend of four years. We have sex a couple times a week and occasionally he will tolerate a few minutes of cuddling, but otherwise we touch minimally. This seems like a trivial thing to whine about, but I really miss making out. I think physical contact is an important way to feel bonded with somebody. I might be fine with the companionship dynamic if we were perhaps in our 60s, but at this point it mostly serves to make me feel lonely and subtly rejected (I try to kiss him on occasion, but he generally grimaces and turns away). We've discussed this multiple times and my boyfriend grasps that it's an issue for [...]
Ayo, Kool A.D. from Das Racist just released a new mix tape that has "wine" in the title and you can have it for free right now. Happy New Year! Things were looking a little meh? for 2012, but it's gonna be okay now. He's got your slow raps, fast raps, make out jams we recently missed, a refit of "SpottieOttieDopaliscious" to open, weirdo jams, and enough booty references. In case you're not up on Das Racist, you're dead and you should call an ambulance, err, I mean someone should call you an ambulance? But if the reason is something other than you're dead, get to know [...]
For the week between Christmas and New Year's, we'll be running increasingly less seasonally appropriate installations of Personal Bests.
I was bad at being a little girl. My Cabbage Patch Doll — named Brandy, or was it the more stripperish Brandee, or even Brandi? — failed to turn my head, even when my mother painted a miniature dresser to store Brandy's green corduroy jumper and maroon-checked blouse. (My brother Mike, insightful even as a textbook teen, asked Mom if the doll and the dresser were for me, or for her.)
Instead, what made the Wonder of ChristmasTM a reality for little me, a gift I still remember with a [...]