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65% of people lean to the right when kissing.




Definition from Wikipedia: “A paraphilia concerning sexual arousal through biting, or being bitten. It has associations with vampire lifestyles but does not necessarily involve bloodletting.”

Treatment suggestions from RightDiagnosis.com: “Many people simply learn to accept their fetish and manage to achieve gratification in an appropriate manner. If treatment is sought, general treatment options may include psychotherapy, cognitive behavioural therapy, orgasmic reconditioning.”

Support from a random Yahoo Answers post that showed up in my Google search: “Do what you gotta do! There was a CSI episode on this once! If you like to be bitten, good for you. This isn’t the weirdest fetish out there.”

(All images from weheartit.com)


You know what I realised today? I’m never going to fall in love.

Not because I’m the wicked witch of the story and social morality dictates that I’m not allowed to (or, at least, not as far as I know) but because I think about relationships in terms of cultural expectations, emotional engineering, social pressures and learned behaviour rather than puppies and rainbows and pixie dust.

One of my friends fell in love and got married in less than 2 years and it’s a beautiful story, she smiles every time she talks about it and she sounds absolutely sure of herself on every word. I know I’m never going to feel that because it would never occur to me that I was “falling in love”.

I’d recognise that 2 people could balance each other emotionally because they have similar personality traits, that making themselves mutually vulnerable could create a mutual attachment, that similar upbringings and familial relationships could lead to similar “romantic” expectations, that repeated positive reinforcement could spark endorphins every time they met.

I’d recognise that other people would watch a relationship like that develop and say these people were falling in love, but I wouldn’t say that myself.

I remember trying to find out what was going on in people’s heads when they thought they were falling in love because I couldn’t understand them, but maybe that’s the point. Maybe all that “love is madness” malarkey is an excuse to let go of your usual impulse control, to indulge the craving to escape the monotony of the every-day and to create a socially acceptable means of acting out.

It’s not often, but every once in a while I can’t help but want the puppies and rainbows and pixie dust. Unfortunately, I don’t think clapping my hands and wishing very, very hard will work in this situation.


Vogue: compare & contrast

Kate Moss’s recent wedding portrait, evoking the beauty and etherealism of Midsummer Night’s Dream if Titania & Oberon had dressed in couture, and a dog in a sombrero.

Both from Vogue magazine.

flirting according to jezebel.com

From Social Minefield: A Guide To Flirting at Jezebel.com. Fran Greene, author of The Flirting Bible, gives advice:

Make sure the compliment is not too out there. “Hey, I like that plaid shirt” is okay. “Hey, you have really nice armpits” (this has actually happened to me) is not.

random facts for the last 3 days

There are more dogs than children in Paris.

The Statue of Liberty wears a size 879 sandal.

65% of people tilt their heads to the right when kissing.


Apparently there’s a Mormon life coach who has announced that romance novels make women unhinged and encourage them to create unrealistic ideas of the male ideal. She’s saying that even romance novels that don’t include explicit scenes create the same “addictive brain chemicals” in women that pornography does in men. I get that women often react to more mental stimulus (eg romance novels) while men will react to more visual stimulus (eg good old fashioned dirty movies) but this is just insane. No one in the history of time has ever checked into rehab for “Mills & Boone related emotional issues”.

Granted, Twilight has had a horrific effect on young girls the world over by convincing them that they should fall for the first man they can find who tells them what to do, encourages them to lie to their parents and constantly tells them they can’t survive on their own, but I think a lot of that is socially driven by the media somehow convincing people that this is the greatest love story ever told.

Just to prove how ridiculous this whole “addicted to romance novels” idea is, #romancekills is now a trending topic on twitter in response to this decree. In the words of writer Jason Pinter, “My plea to romance writers: please stop writing. You are destroying marriages, the fabric of society and the entire cosmos.” Stephenie Meyers, take note.