Among the most dreaded aspects of teen parenting is discussion of The Sex. I’m a bit of a sadist in this regard. Having teenagers seems pretty universally terrifying. There are a select few who approach this stage of child rearing with gusto. But for the most part, it’s rated about as fun as Frodo Baggins […]
Christianity must adapt to a world that no longer considers women subordinate, divorcees immoral, and the LGBT community sinners. Let’s talk about sex, baby. Let’s talk about you and me—and the church. For centuries, the Christian church has had what amounts to a monopoly on Western conversations about sex and marriage. And during this time it […]
The biggest warning sign of all? A “do as I say, not as I do” attitude. One of my favorite moments from the first season of “Mad Men” is when the gang goes out dancing after work. Celebrating the first of many successes, a meek and modest Peggy Olsen (you’ve come a long way, baby!) […]
The only weird thing about some polyamorous parents is how lasting and deep their friendship is. The conventional social standard in modern relationships is to get married. Once you are in that monogamous dynamic, there is the next cultural expectation to clone yourself because, hey, this overpopulated decaying world needs more people like you! As […]
Sex is a complicated act, and the people involved in it are just as unpredictable and complex. The penis is finally having a moment in pop culture. After Ben Affleck’s headline-grabbing side penis in Gone Girl sent the Internet into a tizzy, designer Tom Ford debuted a phallus necklace just in time for Christmas—the perfect […]
Dear Dana is a bi-weekly advice column for humans who engage in romantic relationships. Please send your dilemmas, issues, conundrums, assumptions, conflicts, anxieties, worriments, obstacles, complications, predicaments, queries, questions, and any other synonyms for “problems” to deardana@rolereboot.org. Dear Dana, I’ve been dating my girlfriend for three years and we live together. We both have full-time jobs […]
The more I try to define the term, the more it slips from my grasp. It happened again. It happens about twice a year. I dreamt about the woman I was in love with a long time ago, a woman I now consider part of my inner circle, though we seldom talk, and I see […]
Every night out began with an interrogation: Was I having a good time? How was that even possible? Did I think I was better than her because I didn’t drink? Sober people are the worst. They don’t understand pleasure. They are afraid of experimenting, afraid of hurting themselves, and afraid of having a good time. Sober […]
