Despite assurances to the contrary, it still feels like this economy of ours lacks the pizzazz, the robustness and the jazz hands-edness that previous fiscal eras had in spades. They had champagne for breakfast and we have Donaghy Estates sparkling wine. They had gold-plated diapers and THE Bruce Dickinson and we have Jimmy Fallon manning The Tonight Show. They had Escalades for Everyone and we have Cash for Clunkers.

Just because we don't have the drunk-sailor spending capacity that those jerks did five years ago, doesn't mean we can't have a good time. We just have to … Read More

With Wimbledon wrapping up in the coming week, we can't help but notice how some sports—such as tennis—are so well-suited for dates. And we're not talking about tickets to a Lakers game kind of dates, but activities that can get you and your significant other in shape while allowing for some intimate one-on-one time. After all, studies show that having an exercise partner helps keep us motivated. Plus, you can reap the benefits twofold later in bed, as exercise is known to improve one's sex drive as well. Better bodies, better relationships, better sex. Game, … Read More

The whole Salsa thing started with my wife's friend, Autumn. Autumn is a Salsa-dancing junkie. She Salsas the way most of us brush our teeth, which is to say, pretty frequently. Recently, Autumn got Tara all fired up about how much fun Salsa dancing is, how sexy it is. Soon, Tara wanted us to go, despite the fact that I cannot dance, that I do not understand dancing.

Dancing, I am the title character in a short film called White Man in Terrible, Self-Conscious Pain. My wife, by contrast, doesn't do self-consciousness. Which I admire, no end. Preferably from the … Read More

Lindsay, Lindsay, Lindsay . . . it’s been a tough week for you. We get it. You’ve been accused of stealing jewels from a photo shoot. Sam Ronson said you guys are absolutely, definitely, without a doubt never going to reconcile. You claimed you were so bored that you decided to Twitter a nude pic of yourself to the world. Well, we think maybe you need to give the Blackberry a rest and lay off the Twittering for a bit. Just a bit. Because, now comes word that you spotted Justin Timberlake out with another girl and … Read More

OK. Are you familiar with "air guitar?" It's the awesome intersection of hard rock, hard rock appreciation and wild exuberance. In fact, if you're not familiar with "air guitar" you should consider getting out more, for realsie.

But as awesomely outrageous as improv-ing sweet rock moves is, it's not quite as awesomely outrageous as the endgame of any sweet rock concert: the sex. The "unholy trinity" of Sex, Drugs and Rock 'n Roll, though cyclical, always seems to wind up back in bed (or a tour bus lav, depending). That's why some enterprising lads (and probably a grand total of three … Read More

A few months ago my roommate and I went to a strip club with some friends. I was expecting a trashy bar with dirty-looking girls, but it wasn’t like that at all. The club was small, clean, and felt safe. The girls were all attractive, not supermodels, but they looked real. And we had a blast.

We made friends with a few of the girls, and even got one’s email address. She told us how much fun she had dancing and how empowered and sexy she felt afterward. We left that night wanting to be strippers, and swore … Read More

Is clumsy dancing grounds for automatic romantic elimination? Yes, according to Dr. Pam Spurr, a UK-based relationship expert. In her article for the The Times (London) she advises readers to "be aware of dancing, or the display of any other behavioral oddities, when you first meet."

According to Spurr, until you establish a level of "social standing" with a new potential partner, you don't want to go attracting negative attention to yourself for the goofy way you're behaving.

"It would take confidence of steel not to be affected by the stares of others," wrote Spurr, and many dates could write off the possibility … Read More

At the Metro Club in New Orleans, I was dancing with a law school student named Hendrik, who kept palming his way down the backside of my thighs. Without hesitation, he told me he had been waiting all night to dance with a Jewish girl, especially one as "full-bred" as myself. Oh God. Was it really that obvious? I wondered, reminding myself that if I would just stand 45 degrees to the left of guys, when speaking to them, that my nose would not seem nearly as obtrusive. "You know, it's so funny," Hendrik said, "My grandfather was a … Read More

Part 2 of our series with Kimberly Ford, author of Hump: True Tales of Sex After Kids. In this episode, Kimberly discusses 3 ways a new mother can reinvigorate her sensual side.

Summertime makes me bold. I don’t know whether it’s the heat, the shedding of layers or simply just all that pent-up hibernation aggression coming out, but I really like the summer version of Rajul.

It’s Saturday afternoon and I’m sitting outside on a shade-blessed bench in a park next to my apartment building, hoping that the wrath of this particular heat wave doesn’t harass my crotchety, old laptop. It’s about 95 degrees and gorgeous. I’m lazy off of two giant slices of pizza (my hangover remedy) still slurping on the last of my Hi-C Fruit Punch trapped under a boulder … Read More