He also told me all about the girl who'd cheated on him and that being around pretty girls actually made him feel like he was being punched in his stomach. "So that's what all this is about," I thought, "He thinks I'm pretty!"
As I watched my sons being born, I knew our generation must be a generation to take on the responsibility of fatherhood. We need to care about women giving birth to the next generation. We need to be involved with our children from the moment they take their first breath.
Let's get one thing out of the way: For all the conversation it's generated, we absolutely love Girls. Dunham and co. have gotten plenty right about girls and, by extension, guys -- but they've gotten a few things wrong, too.
Cooking makes me feel sexy: my secret weapon is no longer how smoothly I underage drink, but how I can roast a fatty piece of meat into something succulent. And braised short ribs make me feel particular good.
It is imperative that we support and celebrate the people who are dedicating their lives to girls' schooling, especially when some of them, like the late Shahnaz Nazli in Pakistan, are literally putting their own lives at risk.
Bras in my size are cheerfully doodled over with hearts, flowers and little cupcakes that would inspire Katy Perry to write a hit song right there in the dressing room. My breasts are offended. They know what they are and they are not part of a Fisher Price play set.
If religion is just a scapegoat, who has the power to use it that way? Are those people keeping their girls down because they don't think girls could meaningfully contribute, because they're afraid of the competition, because they don't know who would take care of their children?