If so, uh, thanks guys … I think.
(Note to Dad: Do not hit this link.)

It’s an idyllic Saturday afternoon and I’m sprawled on a wicker chaise in Westchester, having tagged along with a friend on house-sitting detail. It’s easy to get nostalgic for an actual house — a foreign novelty after months spent condensing your existence into a New York-scaled diorama. We shrink and compartmentalize to fit inside apartment [...]

“Codependent” is a funny word. We use it as an insult, tossing it out to mean neediness, instability, clingy desperation and other forms of “pathetic” behavior. “I had to dump her. She was driving me nuts — wanted to hang out all the time, see me every night, talk about everything in our lives — [...]

“Hey, M!” Boyfriend calls from the shower. “I’m out of soap!”
“Why don’t you just use mine?” I yell back through a mouthful of Mini Wheats.
“That’s not soap. It’s that gel stuff.”
“Oh right, and your manly pheromones will be damaged beyond repair if you subject them to my Peach Wisteria shower gel.”
“I just need soap. [...]

“So tell us about your boyfriend. How did you two meet?”
I’m sitting by a tepid river at Singapore’s only “American Style” microbrewery. Around me perch four American women, all of whom are happy to start their late-afternoons with some solid drinking. Around us, men in the universal business casual – tailored black or dark [...]

It’s a cloudy Sunday morning, and I’m sitting with Boyfriend at a tense Sunday brunch. We pick at our $13 pancakes and $12 eggs (serves us right for eating in Tribeca), while staring at Blackberry screens and stack of printouts, both immersed in our lists of immediate tasks that need to be accomplished so we [...]

Who knew that writing about ass grabbing and street catcalling would illicit such a flood of responses? Thanks to the slew of men who’ve written in with 5-paragraph essays on the topic – they’ve been enlightening, to say the least. Here are a couple great ones:
Ms. Lafsky,
As I’m sure you know already from what you [...]

I’ve never really gotten the whole men-catcalling-on-the-street phenomenon. It seems like men have honed the art of ogling and hooting to a science, perfecting timing and peripheral vision so they can stop on a dime, drop whatever they’re doing and stare like hyenas eyeing the baby zebra falling behind the herd. Sure, I understand the [...]

Bless you, Michael Noer, author of the journalistic gem “Don’t Marry Career Women” (originally removed from the Forbes website in an obvious mea culpa but then reposted with a female rebuttal), for saving my relationship. Here I was second-guessing my decision to quit my six-figure job, fretting and fussing over whether my darling boyfriend [...]

“Women, they just, they suck!”
I stare at the speaker, a tanned, well-built banker in his early thirties, attractive as much as there’s nothing physically wrong with him, his blue eyes void of self-reflection.
“Umm, not sure how I’m supposed to respond to that.” I try to keep my tone friendly; he’s an acquaintance, the kind [...]