So recently, over a bucket of Bud Lights (they were out of Corona, but really once the bottles hit the bucket, they all taste like Coors) and a pair of Michter’s rockses, I asked a friend of mine a question that’s been lurking around in my brain (and the formant pages of my seedling memoir) lately. It’s a tough one to ask because it really makes you look like a prick to even ask the question these days. And honestly I don’t think there were ever days in the past when the question was framed in quite this way. In the past, the question I asked went like this: Continue reading Is this my stop?
Tag: dating
Exceptions to the Bro Code?
I’m gonna embed some songs here, to set the mood. I think you’ll immediately figure out which subsection of the Bro Code I’m eager to discuss. To wit:
Obviously, it states very clearly in the preamble of the Bro Code, after the general heading of Bros before Ho’s, that you don’t fuck your friends’ ladies. Indisputable. Self-Evident. They even borrowed a version of that to put in the 10 commandments (along with your bro’s oxen… also clearly taboo). But what about after the relationship ends? Continue reading Exceptions to the Bro Code?
You gotta break some eggs
I’ve recently noticed that embedded video doesn’t show up in the email version of this blog. So, the solution is for you to click on over the the actual site. Done. Ok. Yes. Here’s a track to play while reading this post:
Today’s theme? Managing the painfulness of our (romantic) relationships. I’m talking here about the attempt to lessen the pain our partner feels while managing our own experience. I think this is something that we all think about mostly as happening at the end of a relationship, Continue reading You gotta break some eggs
Pride of the Protestants
Ok. So. I have a couple of topics that are kicking around in my head-bucket right now, but the thing is, they kinda hit a nerve in my life if I dig too deep into them and I get all whiny and annoying, so I’m struggling currently with a way to discuss them without degrading into melancholic mental masturbation (the triple M, believe it).
First is sex-associated guilt. Continue reading Pride of the Protestants