Technology, far beyond email, has enhanced amorous expression: phone sex, sexting, Skype, Gchat with or without video, FaceTime and there's always Snapchat, for the cautiously erotic. There's even a vibrator that can be controlled with an app.
Don't fall for the false notion that giving your children an iPad or smartphone or allowing them to sign up for social media before they are legally allowed to will put them in the luxury car of the technology train.
Imagine a life where you are not allowed to be creative and you have no idea that you are not living up to your full potential or that a better life is attainable? Despite our daily challenges, few reading this would ever be able to fully understand such a reality.
All weather talk is good talk as far as I am concerned. It is also human talk. Checking the forecast on multiple platforms is an American pastime, but staying around to discuss the weather on any platform is a different thing altogether.
Women are often mocked for taking or posting selfies, called "vain" or "shallow" or "obsessed with their appearance." But what's so wrong with insisting to the world that you, too, are beautiful? That yes, in that moment, you like yourself and aren't afraid to reveal it?
I don't know when she'll stumble upon the first disturbing image or watch a commercial objectifying bodies like her own developing self. I'm not sure when her friends will hurt her by not responding to an invite or by posting photos of a party she isn't invited to.
If your "disappearing ink" can suddenly reappear, you may be in for a world of hurt. The best practice is to refrain from sending incriminating, lascivious, crazy photos, tweets and videos on ANY service. I have never seen any such communication deliver a positive outcome.
If you're of the male persuasion, reading this article, you're hoping to find answers to why footwear seduces female's imaginations. The long and short of it is you have to get inside a woman's head, not just her pants.
As crazy as this sounds, watching BRAVO shows like The Real Housewives of ... got me through many long and restless nights during my battle against stage III colon cancer. Too, too many times I couldn't eat or drink, but oh, how I did love watching my favorite shows on Bravo.
I mean, what's all the hype around this place? I've been here for three weeks already and I can't wait to get back home. Nothing cool. It's all, look: old shitty buildings. Look: old shitty churches. Look: old shitty bridges built by Romans. Look: old shitty people with weird clothes.