I feel badly for a couple I know who have recently divorced after several decades of marriage but are still bound together by the family home that they cannot sell. They are lucky in that they can afford to live apart. But only just barely, and the burden of carrying three homes (with one income earner) is just that, a burden, in an already stressful period of their lives.
Month: June 2011
I am busy packing up here on the eastern coast of Canada to get ready to spend next year in the sex and love capital of the world – Paris, France. I won’t be working in France (unless you consider sitting in a cafe, drinking red wine and writing a book working), but it appears that if I was working in an office, it just might be the perfect place for me to find l’amour.
The Add Health survey that was conducted among US adolescents has been widely cited in the media recently. It was this data set that got evolutionary biologist Satoshi Kanazawa into so much trouble a few weeks ago when he misrepresented the data as proving that black women were less attractive than white women. That blunder aside, the data itself is extremely useful to researchers attempting to unravel the mysteries of adolescent behavior.
Today’s post is the one hundredth post for Dollars and Sex and to mark this occasion I thought I would provide a retrospective of the fifteen most popular posts to have appeared here over the past ten months. What is interesting about this list is how diverse the topics are–from online dating to prostitution to monogamy to faking orgasms. Dollars and Sex readers certainly have a wide range of interests!
I don’t think I have ever told you about the time that a man I was seeing felt the need to confess to me about many years of regular prostitute use. He called me, in the middle of the day, and admitted to having had visited with sex workers several times a month for nearly a decade. My advice to him at the time was this: If we ever break up, never, ever, give this information to a future girlfriend. I said “if” because it took me a while longer to realize that this was part of his history that I just couldn’t live with.