Imagine there are no prostitutes
We consider it the oldest profession, but such a claim creates an illusion that what is happening now and has been happening since the dawn of men and women is okay.
We consider it the oldest profession, but such a claim creates an illusion that what is happening now and has been happening since the dawn of men and women is okay.
Behind closed doors, it doesn’t matter what two people do. Regardless of who’s home or where you are—as long as it’s private—people deserve their privacy.
Oh, the satisfying feeling of completely destroying something—like a relationship—that you don’t want to be a part of anymore.
On the campaign trail, public persona is everything. You have to get people to like you, or you’ll never be elected.
I’m not a gambler. I live by the virtues of earning what I have—not winning it through gambling.
I was watching this show on Netflix. I believe you might have heard of it. It’s called Making a Murderer, and it follows the heinous trials, mistrials, and accusations against a man named Steven Avery.
crubs was one of my favourite shows growing up. There was something infinitely loveable about the annoying narrative prowess displayed by J.D. (Zach Braff) as that merry band of stereotyped misfits navigated the real and not-so-real issues of hospital life.
It’s a scary world out there for single men and women—even for people in relationships—and with trends like #WasteHisTime it appears as though it is only getting worse.
When China enforced the one-child policy in the late ’70s, few foresaw the gender imbalance that resulted from it.
For 70 years, Adolf Hitler’s infamous book of anti-Semitism and hatred, Mein Kampf (My Struggle) had been sitting stagnant in the ownership of Bavaria.