In 2008, the Pew Research Center conducted a series of surveys to predict the future of the Internet in order to attempt to determine how technology would reshape society circa 2020. The report included different scenarios, one of which examined the evolving concepts of time dedicated for work and leisure. Researchers hypothesized that emerging technology would cause a coalescence of work and play, essentially doing away with a separation between office and recreation. With mobile technology, the belief was that work lives would eventually impose on social lives via email pings at dinner, quick calls to a coworker while at a bar, and nights cut short in order to meet a new and pressing deadline.
I have some bad news for women everywhere. Sexism is literally ruining our sex lives. According to a new study published in Archives of Sexual Behavior, women who perceive their partners as sexist and selfish are significantly less likely to orgasm during sex. Yikes.
Not long ago, a few of my friends figured out the perfect way to guilt me into doing just about anything. They use a three-word statement to immediately put me on edge: “God, you’re selfish.” That’s all it takes to change my mind if I opt out of happy hour or attempt to commit any other socially undesirable offense. The accusation of selfishness, for some reason, stings and immediately prompts me to do whatever necessary to prove I’m not intrinsically-wired to think solely of myself.
I’ll always remember the year 1993 as a good one because that’s when I learned how to read. I was four years old, and desperate to engage in conversation with the adults (my parents, their friends, other family members) I noticed reading newspapers and books. My younger sister had yet to be born, so I was lonely. I figured knowing how to read would open the door to social and intellectual interaction with adults. It wasn’t long before I was devouring texts, and my love of literature still remains.
Manspreading Is Sexy Now? New Study Says People Actually Love It When Men - and Women - Take up More Space
It’s rush hour on the train, and you’re busy trying to get to where you’re going just like the hundreds of other people also waiting on the platform. The weather is warming up, so the heat intensifies the scent of sweat and grime underground. Your feet hurt from the daily sacrifice you make for style, and you can’t wait for a cocktail and to kick the damn things off. Finally, the train arrives and things are starting to look up. A song you like plays through your earbuds, and the only thing left to do is find an empty seat and let go of the day. You spot an empty seat and make your way over. You sit down and feel yourself shrink and instinctively do whatever possible to become one with the wall. You do this because a man next to you is spread out—manspreading—and is effectively infringing on your personal space.
I pulled many all-nighters in college and graduate school. Long hours, with little to no sleep became my lifestyle, and I’d wake up each morning, do my best to look presentable, and do it all over again. I was an academic overachiever, and would rather lose sleep than lose face when it came to my grades. I did my best to make it look easy, turning in seminar papers in sundresses then strolling away as if I hadn’t spent the last three days obsessing over sentence structure and research. I graduated with honors, and was proud to achieve academic success.