A mum of two, Rachel Rabkin Peachman realised that as she holds down the metaphorical fort in her family - she's the one who books dental appointments, remembers to pack jazz shoes, and knows exactly where the snow pants are stored if anyone asks - her husband gets to be the "fun parent", the one who builds literal forts with the kids. She unpacks the disparity in her essay "Sharing the Parenting Spotlight", explaining how easily mums and dads get locked into distinct (and often gendered) parenting roles, and how unfair that is for everyone.
The lemon wedge in your drink has a bad reputation, and the evidence for it seems obvious: No one at a restaurant washes the outside of a lemon, but then they throw that wedge onto your glass, sometimes letting the rind soak right in the drink. And according to HuffPost, several studies found all kinds of germs on lemon wedges from bars and restaurants.
So should your drink order always include "No lemon, please"?
“Of all the parasites that affect humanity I do not know of, nor can I imagine, any more distressing than that of Obesity.”
So started William Banting‘s “Letter on Corpulence,” likely the first diet book ever published. Banting, an overweight undertaker, published the book in 1864 to espouse his success after replacing an excessive intake of bread, sugar and potatoes with mostly meat, fish and vegetables.
A friend and I have an old bad habit. We have several abandoned creative projects between us, and when we see a new TV show, movie or book that resembles one of those projects, we end up comparing the two. We point out all the flaws in the actual finished work to our unsullied ideas that were never executed.
Ever since that first "Dear John" letter was delivered by carrier pigeon, breakups have sucked, but social media makes them suck harder. Even if you block, hide and unfriend, you can still be attacked by an unexpected photo of your ex posted on the accounts of mutual friends. Rather than be the victim of such virtual hostility, you should harness the power of social media to fight back, and prove to everyone that you are doing just fine, thanks.
Welcome back to Mid-Week Meditations, Lifehacker's weekly dip into the pool of stoic wisdom, and how you can use its waters to reflect on and improve your life. I'm filling in for Patrick Allan, and because it's Evil Week, I'm taking a break from the ancient Stoics and consulting Renaissance philosopher Niccolò Machiavelli.
Last week I went to see author John Green while he was on his book tour for Turtles All the Way Down. It was a fun night of emotional speeches, lectures from his brother Hank dressed as a turtle professor (really), dubious advice, and even music, but there was something Green said that really stuck with me.
Good health is a truly priceless thing, but maintaining a decent level of fitness - especially in big cities - can cost a pretty penny. Gym memberships in particular can hit your wallet hard. And personal training sessions? Forget about it: Those can run over $100 an hour, easy, and that's often on top of a gym's monthly membership fee. That's fine, though - because you don't have to pay a dime if you play your cards right.
Dear Lovehacker, I've been living with my boyfriend for over a year now. Everything had been great until these past few weeks. He's been distant and preoccupied, not answering my calls, taking hours to get back to me, coming home late, and so on. Last week after I worked the graveyard shift, I came home and found sex toys in the shower (dildos). He said he used it on himself...