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These relationship hacks might change everything.
A study published in 2010 by professors at M.I.T., Harvard and Yale showed that when people sit on a "hard wooden chair," they are more inflexible. But when they sit on a "soft cushioned chair," they are more accommodating. This can lead to a faster and smoother resolution.
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"Saying 'you' starts the conversation off as an accusation," New York-based individual and couples therapist Irina Firstein, LSCW told BuzzFeed Life. "Always begin an important conversation with something like, 'I have something that I wanted to share with you,' to keep the other person from feeling defensive."
"The adult time-out is a crucial relationship skill that you should talk to your partner about beforehand," psychotherapist, author, and host of VH1's "Couple's Therapy" Jenn Mann, Ph.D. (also known as Dr. Jenn) told BuzzFeed Life. "Make a commitment to each other that if things get too heated you'll take a break." To keep your partner from feeling like you're storming out on them, give them an ETA on how much time you need. "I think it could be helpful to say something like, 'I'm feeling really heated and would like to talk about this when I'm in a better place, so I'm going to take a 5-minute walk."
"Sometimes I find that if you do that while looking at the other person, it can show that you're coming from a loving place," says Firstein. "It can really soften the mood."
Stop scraping ice every morning and start using these tips.
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You can also use hand sanitizer to quickly thaw it.
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This also works for frosty front doors.
Less can definitely be more.
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It’s basically the Midas touch in a can.
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All that glitters IS gold.
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You don’t have to be blonde to have fun with yourself.
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Once you go Jacob Black, you never go back.
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“The Hunt Is Over”. Badass.
This one picture from the shoot has since gone viral - and it's not difficult to see why.
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I shot the photo on a property owned by Brady's parents. They have over 150 acres along the Siletz River [in Oregon]. The whole family is very into elk hunting and even hosts Make-A-Wish elk hunts on occasion.
Stevie and Brady came up with the idea and surprised me with it during engagement photos. We worked together to figure out how the image should look and set it up quickly before sunset.
It was rather tough to get the shot though, since Brady could only be upside down for a few minutes. Brady tied his own knots and got himself hooked up to the tractor and then his dad lifted him up slowly.
The snap was posted on the Facebook page of the Rocky Mountain Elk Foundation, and it has since been shared almost 30,000 times.
One couple to rule them all.
Almost all we know about this relationship is that one killed the other to get the ring. Based on that information, I'd say it was pretty dysfunctional.
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It didn't end well but they achieved some pretty evil stuff together while it lasted.
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She hid it in his checkbook to remind him they’ll meet again someday.
Cliff Sims, the couple's grandson, wrote on Yellow Hammer News that she was a public school teacher and he was a Baptist student minister, and they were known in their community for their kindness and generosity.
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"Every photo on the walls of their home is meticulously documented," Sims said. "She wrote down funny things that happened or quotes she wanted to remember, all in the perfect cursive handwriting that could only belong to a school teacher."
It says, "Please don't cry because I died! Smile because I lived! Know that I'm in a happy place! Know that we will meet again! I'll see you there!"
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Their love can survive anything.
"We're both geeks," Love, 35, told BuzzFeed Life. "Kara is a gamer and cosplayer. I'm more a movie geek, I guess, and dabble in the realm of cosplay too. Between the two of us we hatched the idea of this post-apocalyptic theme — nukes, not zombies — from our mutual interests."
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"The video game series Fallout is one of my favorites," Kyser, 25, told BuzzFeed Life. "I've always been intrigued by the idea of a post-nuclear fallout and the resourcefulness of people surviving it."
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As for their attire and props, Love said the tuxedo belonged to his grandfather and the wedding dress came from his sister-in-law. They rented the guns and ammo from a shop called Have Guns, Will Rent, which he said "exists in the shadier part of KC."
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A guide for the bewildered.
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1. Arse, arsehole – n., variants of ass and asshole. Can also be used to mean bothered ("Can't be arsed") or acting the fool ("Stop arsing about!"). Mild.
2. Bastard – n., illegitimate child or mongrel; objectionable fellow, probably one who has won one over on you; unpleasant situation ("I'm having a bastard of a morning!". See also: git, rotter, swine.
3. Bell, bellend – n., head of a penis; fool. (Only write as "bell end" if referring to the end of an actual bell.) Medium strength. See also: dickhead, knobend.
4. Berk – n., idiot. Very mild, yet apparently originated as rhyming slang for "Berkeley hunt".
5. Bint – n., derogatory synonym for woman. Avoid, on the whole.
6. Blimey, blimey O'Reilly, cor blimey, gorblimey – n., expression of astonishment. Thought to derive from the phrase "God blind me!" Terribly mild. See also: crikey.
7. Blighter – n., person or thing to be regarded with contempt/envy. See also cad, rotter, swine. Mild.
8. Bloody – adv., intensifier, popularly used in the phrase "Bloody hell!" Very common, medium strength.
9. Blooming – adj., basically a very mild, somewhat archaic form of "bloody". Use with abandon.
10. Bollocks – n., testicles. Used to mean rubbish or nonsense, as in the exclamation of disbelief "Bollocks!" and the album title Never Mind the Bollocks, Here's the Sex Pistols; in phrases such as "the dog's bollocks" to mean something definitive and perfect; and, in the related word bollocking, a dressing-down ("I gave the useless fool a bollocking"). Medium strength, and very common.
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You can get these by Valentine’s Day if you really book it.
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Romeo and Juliet Text Tights, $24.90
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I lost my mother last year, and this is what I made her.
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My mom bought me a pretty, twilight-blue dresser back in the spring. I'd just moved for the third time in a year and was broke in that desperate, "Should I buy this plunger or wait until next week?" way moving breaks you. She'd come into a little bit of money and asked me if I needed anything.
I was 33, a new man — new to New York and manhood itself, only three years on testosterone and freshly bearded — and I needed a lot, really. My missing inventory belied the loneliness of that winter and the bachelor, sweaty summer since I'd moved from New England, dream-dumb and starting over in a city full of tattooed, bearded men who looked just like me. I didn't own silverware, a table to sit down to — civilized tools of home that said: Here is a man who goes to sleep each night and wakes up knowing he belongs in the world. Aspirational, really — like my pricey Lower East Side studio, like the muscle of my body, like my self-made life.
Still I asked her for the dresser, embarrassed and eying the stacks of clothes on the windowsill. There were factors: a woman I'd just started dating and wanted to impress, who'd inspired in me nesting desire for spicy candles and good towels and a place to put my clothing.
Mom said, "Sure, honey." A few days later she emailed to let me know that the dresser was on its way, and that the assembly looked "complicated." I thanked her and tried not to be insulted by the implication.
It arrived that weekend in three boxes, flattened into dozens of numbered parts and accompanied by hundreds of bits of hardware. I unpacked the whole thing the day of my housewarming party, swore mightily, and promptly shoved the disassembled pieces under my bed.
Days after the party my mom called again. "How's it look?" she asked, and I stared, humiliated, at my growing pile of T-shirts, toppling in a pile onto the floor. I thought of the bones of the dresser, gathering dust beneath me. I thought of my inability to make a real home. "Great," I told her.
"You get it put together OK?"
"Yeah, it was easy to put together, actually," I said.
"Good boy," she said. Later that year, my mom would go to the emergency room of the hospital where she would eventually die, and who knew then that this was her last act of maternal nurturing, one of a million such gestures, cohesive after death but hard to define during life, the many small ways Mom was my mom.
"It's perfect," I said, feeling tender at her. We were speaking to everything we'd never said, of course. Like: I wish I'd could have bought you a million dressers, let's make up for lost time. Like: I'm sorry that this is so messy, thanks for making room for the man I am — a soft heart in a boxing glove. A man who can put it together; a man who knows how to fall apart.
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"What makes a man?" was my question for years and in this beard, these muscles, this echolocation of body language I use to track my movement in space, I found my answer.
Or, I found two: the man I am and the man the world wants me to be. The "man up" versus the man I am.
The tools that helped me bloom like a bristled flower — the spiked needles, the nippled vials of testosterone, the blood tests and bandages — are crude as the violence of my initial arrival, a new man in my thirties, brawny and birthed full-grown into a world I thought I understood but, in fact, I hardly knew at all.
I am a disruptive man, in my ripped T-shirt or pressed white Oxford, with my hand tattoos and smart guy glasses, passing like Clark Kent at work and in barbershops with bros who hassle me kindly about my girlfriend, she who requests, always, that they not cut out my curl.
I know the rules and I break them, at the outdoor bar where I locate in myself a surprisingly passionate, deep knowledge of Sex and the City, which makes me dissonant and strange to the straight woman I'm talking to, but I go on anyway.
My body is a technology, a miracle, a testimony, a call and response.
Because maybe “the rules” about when it’s OK to sleep with someone are actually bullshit.
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Because if she has sex on the first date, he would then think she has sex with every dude on the first date, which would mean she's Not The Marrying Kind.
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