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We've Moved!

Mon, 09 May 2011 22:49:21 -0400

After a lovely run with Tumblr, we decided to move to a self-hosted site. Visit us here:

http://www.singleforareason.com

Song of the Day- Lights by Ellie Goulding TGIF lovelies! xoxo

Fri, 06 May 2011 16:35:48 -0400

Song of the Day- Lights by Ellie Goulding

TGIF lovelies!

xoxo

Obese Man Baby

Wed, 04 May 2011 19:49:00 -0400

Okay so…this is awkward. And really creepy. Apparently there are not only grown men who act “like babies”, there are grown men who openly prefer to live like babies (e.g. sleep in cribs, suck on pacifiers and wear diapers) in the comfort of their own homes.

In this National Geographic clip, you will meet Stanley. He is a 29 year old man who likes to “play or be treated as a baby” by his caretaker, Sandra Diaz. Sandra is a former nurse, and also pretty creepy. We’re not sure how Stanley scammed Sandra into taking care of his penguin footie-pajama’d self, but by the way she rubs his head and gingerly bottle-feeds him, we’ll venture to say that she relishes her role.

According to the clip, Stanley spends about 50% of his life acting and living as an adult baby. The other 50% of his life (e.g. when he is venturing to Home Depot to buy wood to build an adult-size high chair) he switches to “adult mode”, dressing and moving around like an average adult human might. Although Stanley gives the example of someone who acts like a baby doing it to let off steam after a hard day at work, Stanley himself has no job. Both he and Sandra collect Social Security and spend their days running an online support group for other adult babies, constructing baby furniture strong enough to hold Stanley’s weight, and apparently eating massive amounts of fast foot to keep their weight up and those disability checks comin!

Stanley says got into this habit when he was about 14 years old. He thought his behavior was “weird” until he got onto the internet, and realized that other adults enjoy acting like babies too.

We thought we’d heard of strange things before, but this really takes the cake. We would like to make clear, this is an able-bodied man. It is clear from the film clip that he is a human with no physical handicaps that require him to be cared for as an infant, sleep in a crib or wear a diaper. HE JUST LIKES IT. There aren’t enough words to capture our true reactions to this one, so we’ll close with a simple and resound SFAR.

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Song of The Day: Little Bitty Pretty One, by Frankie Lymon You...

Wed, 04 May 2011 11:38:28 -0400

Song of The Day: Little Bitty Pretty One, by Frankie Lymon

You are pretty and we love you.

SFAR

1992 Gayle + Oprah read love letters

Tue, 03 May 2011 16:48:00 -0400

We love Gayle and Oprah’s friendship- and we REALLY love this flashback of them to a circa 1992 something big-hair moment when they reviewed old high school love letters from their past. Gayle’s is from an old boyfriend and Oprah’s is well, just watch and see. This is a hilariously old-school clip that reminds all of us never to take ourselves or our love notions too seriously. Wait till you hear O hooting and hollering in this clip. It’s a gem.

Watch Video: Click Here

SFAR

A Little Chocolate and Gambling, Anyone?

Tue, 03 May 2011 15:06:41 -0400

An article in today’s health section of the Wall Street Journal attempts to separate fact from myth with regards to numerous sexual health studies conducted in past years.

We were intrigued by the title of the article, ‘The Joy of Researching the Health Benefits of Sex’, then slightly caught offguard by the bizarre choice of graphics which accompany the piece (awkward), then once again intrigued.

What were were most surprised by were the conclusions drawn from the research, most specifically, that while there are some clearly defined benefits of having sex, there are also absurdly simple alternatives which apparanetly produce the same results. Fascinating. We have excerpted the gems below.

“Arousal boosts dopamine, which activates the brain’s centers of craving and reward “just like chocolate and winning at gambling,” says Erick Janssen, a senior scientist at the Kinsey Institute at Indiana University…”

“Sex does increase heart rate and blood pressure—as high as 125 beats per minute and to 160 peak systolic rate—about as much as walking up a flight or two of stairs…”

“Although couples obviously differ, sex generally burns an estimated five calories per minute, or roughly 50 to 150 calories total. Calculated another way, orgasm uses 3 to 4 METs (metabolic equivalent tasks, a measure of physical intensity)—the equivalent of light housekeeping.”

Wow. AHA! We can have sex OR not have sex, eat chocolate, walk up stairs, do light housework and gamble and still live to be 80? Sounds like good news to us!

There are other gems in the article, so we encourage you to read it in full. To access the article via WSJ click here. To leave comments, click through to the post via the date above.

Xo SFAR

Bums Party Too

Tue, 03 May 2011 13:22:00 -0400

I was at a warehouse party and, since I have a thing for punks, was very excited when I spotted a completely punk style guy carrying a dog. So cute! I went up to him and we started chatting. I asked him why he was bringing his dog to a warehouse party at 2am and he said, “Niko has separation anxiety”. Okay. We chatted for like ten mins at which point it was clear he wasn’t interested.

He walked away from me and throughout the rest of the night I noticed him going up to strangers and asking for things. It took a bit longer for me to fully assess the situation. He was carrying all his possessions: a large backpack, his dog. I should also note that, after having chatted with him, I had determined he had horrible body odor. Oh yes, the young punk i was hitting on was a party-attending bum.

SFAR

Song of The Day: Deceptacon, by Le Tigre Xo SFAR

Mon, 02 May 2011 11:22:58 -0400

Song of The Day: Deceptacon, by Le Tigre

SFAR

January Jones is Pregnant!

Fri, 29 Apr 2011 11:29:00 -0400

One of the few headlines that could tear us away from the royal wedding mediastorm this morning was the news that January Jones is preggers!

As a single 33-year-old woman, Jones caputured our hearts as the beautiful and tormented Betty Draper on Mad Men and showed millions of blondes that we CAN pull off bright red lipstick.

Here’s to you Ms Jones, congrats on the bun in the oven!

Douche of the Week: Albert Haynesworth of the Redskins

Fri, 29 Apr 2011 11:00:00 -0400

Despite the fact that we are sports fans, Haynesworth was not on our radar until earlier this week. And now that he is, we have many things to say.

For those who don’t know, Redskins defensive tackle Albert Haynesworth has been indicted on a charge of misdemeanor sexual abuse in connection with a February incident with a female waitress in Washington, D.C. The alleged incident occurred at the W Hotel on the night of February 12-13. Haynesworth, who was celebrating a friend’s birthday and impatient to pay his $800 bill, reportedly touched a waitress inappropriately with a credit card.

According to court documents, Haynesworth wanted his bill immediately. Noting the waitress was weighed down with dishes, he tapped the woman on her arm and shoulder with his credit card and when it was clear she could not take the card in her hands, Haynesworth “slid the card down the center of her bra and began touching her breast”. One witness who saw the exchange believed that the waitress had agreed to let Haynesworth place the card in her bra, but reported that her tone turned stern and she asked him to remove his hand after he touched her. The card was ultimately declined, and another waitress took it back to Haynesworth, prosecutors say in the document.

The issue heated up this week when court papers were filed Wednesday offering Haynesworth a plea deal in the sexual abuse case. Haynesworth’s lawyer maintains his client will reject the “deal.” However, what’s emerged as salacious fodder are the details included in the court documents, and specifically, Hayneworth’s own line of defense. As reported by the AP on Wednesday, court documents reveal that when questioned at the time of the incident by hotel security, Haynesworth responded, “I didn’t touch her,” then stated that he “doesn’t even like black girls.” When police detectives later tried to interview Haynesworth, he spontaneously told them, according to court papers: “I know what this is about, she is just upset I have a white girlfriend. I couldn’t tell you the last time I dated a black girl. She was trying to get with me.”

Hmmmm.

The sports world is reacting with harsh criticism in response to these latest allegations, perhaps most centrally because the man in question has behaved as a douche- both on and off the field- for years. Hence encouraging some in sports media to conclude, “The sooner he’s out of football, the better off the sport will be.” A little background…

Albert Haynesworth began his football career as a recruit to the University of Tennessee and was later drafted by the Tennessee Titans in the 2002 NFL Draft. At that time, he was the fourth defensive tackle selected from a draft class considered to be loaded with talented defensive linemen. However, despite his bright beginning in the world of professional sports, he has become both a disappointment and joke to serious fans of the sport for his numerous injuries, behavioral suspensions and general demeanor.

Haynesworth made headlines in 2006 after being ejected from a game for stomping on opponent, Cowboy’s Andre Gurode’s, head and face with his cleated foot. According to Gurode, the men had engaged in no conversation or exchange leading up to Haynesworth’s outburst. A video of the stomping can be viewed here. The physical interaction took place following a touchdown by Julius Jones on a 5-yard run, putting Dallas up 20-6 in what wound up as a 45-14 victory. According to an article published by CBS News, Gurode’s injury required 30 stitches to repair the damage done to his neck and face. Haynesworth’s outburst drew a five-game suspension — the longest for on-field behavior in NFL history.

In reaction to his own bad behavior and suspension, Haynesworth stated, “I apologize to Andre. What I did was disgusting. It’s something that should never happen. I mean, I’m not a dirty player. I don’t play dirty.”

In his first week back, Haynesworth was called for unnecessary roughness against Maurice Jones-Drew and charged a $5,000 fine for his behavior by the NFL. You might think this would be a moment when Haynesworth would have taken efforts to soften his approach. But, when asked if he would be gentler during play, Haynesworth retorted, “I’m not going to be any gentler or whatever. Maybe I’ll just help them up.”

You’ve got to ask yourself at this point, monster or complete idiot? Either way, at 6’6” inches tall and 335 pounds, Haynesworth has demonstrated for years, that he’s not above using his size to overpower any adversary. Which brings us back to the latest incident.

Regardless of his intentions the night of February 13, witnesses have alleged Haynesworth touched a woman against her will and in an inappropriate manner. It is regrettable and certainly worthy of a sincere apology and some sort of recourse. Unfortunately, instead of manning up and cooperating with decency and integrity to clear his name and make amends, he launched into a spiral of shameful and discriminatory commentary that did nothing but undermine his position of innocence.

For a 29 year old man, his history of aggressive and often outwardly violent behavior, inappropriate conduct with women, and shameful (when not pathetic) performance on the football field, is beyond insulting to fans, it is disheartening. Take in to account that he signed on to this stint with the Redskins for $100 MILLION, and his behavior is irreprehensible. As cruel as it was, we agree with the Onion’s portrayal of you; and more importantly, we agree that you should do the sport a favor and take yourself out of the game.

As a final note, it should be stated that Haynesworth has been embroiled in numerous other legal troubles not detailed here. In May he will stand trial in Virginia for allegedly punching a man during a road-rage assault. Last summer, he was involved in lawsuits from a bank, an exotic dancer, a man injured in an automobile accident and complaints from his ex-wife that he wasn’t paying for her health insurance or their children’s bills. A big thank you to ESPN for providing this extremely relevant data.

Bald as a Baby's Bottom

Thu, 28 Apr 2011 16:33:00 -0400

I was heading home with a guy I had met a weekend before at a party, where he had seemed charming, confident, and quirky. I was even more excited that he had actually called, like he said he would! But my elation was short lived.

When we got to his room, I suggested we jam, because we both play guitar and sing. His set-list started off with an acoustic interpretation of “cooler than me”, which I tried to accept. He told me he mostly enjoyed playing pop-punk (think My Chemical Romance), but even though I balked, I didn’t turn tail and run.

Instead, we started making out, and soon clothes were removed. His poor music taste was far from my mind, and I started to think that this guy could have potential-when i realized…he was completely shaved clean down there. Bare. As my friend says, “bald as a baby’s bottom”. Prickly razor burn just does not scream sexy and masculine!

Afterward, as we were getting dressed, he mentioned to me that he and his parents breed and compete show dogs.

He didn’t walk me home, the douche, cementing his status as only a one time stand.

As always, SFAR

We love The Daily Show, and we particularly love when their news...

Thu, 28 Apr 2011 12:07:03 -0400

We love The Daily Show, and we particularly love when their news correspondents go seemingly undetected into interviews and produce segments of pure comedic gold. Recently, Daily Show news correspondent John Oliver has been covering the upcoming UK nuptials in a series he calls, “Katedown to the Royal Willding.” His latest installment, which aired last night in the US, was truly hilarious, as he visited with a royal wedding enthusiast and her collection of memorabilia.

Now, for those of you who are sick of hearing about the Royal Wedding, and weddings in general (e.g. the annoying girl at work planning her BIG DAY on the phone EVERY DAY OF THE WEEK), we are not throwing you by the wayside whatsoever. We think you will be comforted by this clip and are inspired to go out and buy yourself a pair of wedding gnomes to cheer you up the next time you get sad.

Enjoy.

Xoxo

SFAR

Sobriety

Wed, 27 Apr 2011 16:31:05 -0400

Sometimes we singles get caught up in the moment and imagine a suitor to be better than they actually are. We want to love and nurture the men that come into our lives, even if they have rather glaring problems. Enter: hot Swedish photographer.

Despite the fact that I knew this guy had a reputation of partying, drugging, etc. I was charmed by his exciting life and sexy style. He was an extremely talented photographer and art director, international and fascinating.

Plus, he had told me he was “recently sober” from a pattern of recreational coke use. I knew he had been pretty actively into “recreational coke use” but was regardless, enchanted. So anyway, we ended up hanging out together one night at a series of parties downtown, and later wound up back at his apartment where we laughed and listened to music before hooking up until the sun came up and sleeping until noon. The awesome thing- for anyone who’s wondering- is that a man recently off some sort of drug LOVES having sex. It’s like they are alive again, which is hot…in the moment.

The next day I told a gay guy friend of mine about the liaison, and he hit me with the cold hard truth- “He has been sober from coke from two days??? HA! Then he is NOT sober.” Hm. Right… I decided we’d see how it would play out.

It was only a matter of weeks before I heard he was back on coke, partying like always, which made me feel really relieved nothing more had happened. No matter how much you want to “save” a man, you can’t cure them of a problem they don’t want to cure themselves…

Moral of the story- if a guy tells you he has been sober from anything (cocaine, booze, pills, et al.) for two days, he IS NOT SOBER. No matter how cute, sexy or fabulous he is. Don’t buy it! Number two, listen to your gay boyfren. He knows!

Xo SFAR

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Home is Where the Heart (and that lady who washes my clothes/my mom) Is

Wed, 27 Apr 2011 10:49:00 -0400

I had gone on a couple of dates with this guy, and we seemed to hit it off. Then he got “busy” with work for quite a long time, which made me think he was just not interested in me anymore.

A little bit of time passes, and he actually suggests meeting up on Thursday if he finishes work early, or Saturday. When Thursday gets swallowed up by work again, I said “no problem, so Saturday?” to which he repleid “Yah I’m not so sure about that anymore, I have to go home (i.e. to his parents house) to do laundry.”

In other words, this guy cancelled a date to go home and have his mommy do his laundry for him. He is also 24 years old. Time buy some Tide and get your priorities straight!

Song of The Day: Chain of Fools, by Aretha Franklin Xo SFAR

Tue, 26 Apr 2011 10:16:39 -0400

Song of The Day: Chain of Fools, by Aretha Franklin

Xo SFAR

Cats or Dogs?

Mon, 25 Apr 2011 16:29:18 -0400

I had hooked up with this significantly older man a couple of times and was somewhat interested in him. The second time we hooked up we took the opportunity to go out to brunch together and get to know one another in the light of day. From my experience, this is often when things go…awry. During the course of the meal he said a fair number of weird things about his exes, views on relationships, etc. It was increasingly clear he wasn’t the guy for me, and then he dropped the weirdest comment. Walking down the block after lunch, I asked him if he liked cats or dogs better, to which he replied. “Cats only.” “Oh,” I said, “but don’t you think you could like dogs even though you’ve never lived with one?” “Absolutely not,” he replied coldly. “Why is that,” I inquired. “Because of feces.” UM, what?? He was absolutely serious. The comment was so intense and odd, I had to laugh and prodded him to explain. He went on to use several expletives to stutter out that it was just disgusting and foul and he would never engage with anything that brought him “near feces”. And, end of scene.

SFAR

Song of The Day: Changes, by David Bowie. Xo SFAR

Fri, 22 Apr 2011 15:43:50 -0400

Song of The Day: Changes, by David Bowie.

Xo SFAR

A More Perfect Union

Fri, 22 Apr 2011 15:37:00 -0400

R. Luke Dubois is an artist and curious human who sought to create a US census based on the words people use to describe themselves in dating profiles. We first came upon Dubois’ work in an article from a local New Jersey news website that poked fun at some of the words that appeared for Jersey towns. When we looked up Dubois and began examining the maps, the national data was fascinating!

As you will see, Dubois took the data to create an “atlas” of the United States, with the names of cities, towns, and neighborhoods replaced with the words people use to describe themselves and those they want to be with.

In order to accomplish this task, he joined 21 dating sites to make his own census, which served as the foundation for a series of fascinating maps. According to Dubois’ website, the maps contain 20,262 unique words, based on the analysis of online dating profiles from 19,095,414 single Americans.

Each word appears in the place it’s used more frequently than anywhere else in the country. Which is why this is fascinating.

We could spend hours examining his creative works, and I assure you, we will. But for now, we’d like to share two “perfect union” stories we’ve conceptionalized from his state and city maps. First, Manhattan.

Oh Manhattan, you crazy strange island. You house many freaks and stereotypes, sometimes you scare us. And perhaps more than any other city in the US, each of your neighborhoods is distinct from the next. For that reason it took a lot of searching on the NYC map to find the perfect union we’d want to have.

After careful evaluation, we’d seek out a perfect union somewhere on the east side of the island below Cental Park and above 14th street. Why? Because here it appears we could find an adorable, communicative mate- either a doctor or attorney? Wow! Who can put us in the nation’s center of bagels- perfect- know how to maintain a woody- double bonus. He might cause us the need to consult a shrink (no big deal), but will hopefully have a fund to pay for it. AND will occassionally take us to bistros. Great! Sold.

Although…we were also really intrigued by the looks of perfect unions in this next neck of the American woods. Cue Eastern Kentucky in the great Appalachia. Here, we could find an accomplished parachutist- more than anywhere in the country, apparently- who enjoys assembling things. This fine mate would have sturdy bowels and enjoy getting stoned. After a long day, we would sit toegther and watch the tumbleweeds pass by. Golly!

We know, the maps are a lot to take in. Dating in person is hard enough as it is, let alone when you have a map pointing you to the nation’s center of moose hunters, XXX, hipsters, Hannukah, nobles, sheets, narcissists and thigh? Who includes “thigh” on a dating profile? Really??

We highly encourage you peruse your neighborhood in these maps. Once more we are reminded, dating is awkward, but we might as well laugh about it.

Xo SFAR

Song of the Day: Don’t Hold Your Breath, by Nicole...

Thu, 21 Apr 2011 18:24:34 -0400

Song of the Day: Don’t Hold Your Breath, by Nicole Scherzinger

Xo SFAR

Donkey Dick/ Horse Pat

Thu, 21 Apr 2011 17:48:00 -0400

Scene: Lower East Side rockers bar, the one where Lady Gaga’s boyfriend is the bartender (read: Bros/ Wallstreeters are not allowed)

I’m sitting at the bar with a couple of friends. Above the bar there is a sign on the wall that reads: “Donkey Shot- tequila and a corona for $7.”

Suddenly, a group of drunk bros who are completely out of place at this bar come up behind us and yell to the girl bartender ”Hey, give us 4 donkey dicks” (note: The word ‘dick’ was nowhere on the sign). Two of the four come from the back and exclaim: “Guys I have just found FOUR girls in the back and there are FOUR of us!!!!!”

The wrangler of the group looks skeptical and responds, ”I will only go back there if it is confirmed that there actually ARE four girls and they are ALL drinking.” It was confirmed, so the group migrated towards the real girls who were in fact imbibing. My friend and I proceed to casually follow the guys to the back of the bar, as we feel like this scene needs to be witnessed.

One of the guys decided to first stop and try to hit on the go-go girl by treating her like a stripper and trying to offer her crinkled dollar bills. He saw that this was not fruitful so he moved on to the group of four girls. He would come up to them and start talking to them. After approximately 60 seconds he would grab them by their necks to try to make out with them.

Of course the girls ran away from him but as each girl would run away he would pat her on the upper leg like a horse. Goodbye old girl!!