As I've got older, I've had to adjust to the 'cloak of invisibility' slowly descending around me, as the male gaze opts for a younger, fresher target. At first, I felt really sad about it, but as the months have gone on, I've realised that it is one of the most liberating things that has ever happened to me.
When a couple experiences erectile dysfunction from time to time it's embarrassing and frustrating. When it goes on for longer and becomes a chronic problem it's extremely stressful and can have a negative impact on the relationship.
Men seek a resumption of a private life - they want someone to 'come home to', whereas women seek a public life - they want someone to 'go out' with.
BDSM is not abuse. That's a given, and so a person might expect me to defend Fifty Shades against all allegations, but that isn't quite the case. There is certainly abuse depicted, but not in the way many believe.
It's also true Christian Grey doesn't have any guttering. The water pours down the window and reflects back on the wall as Ana cries on grey satin sheets. Surely to goodness if he can afford first edition Thomas Hardy, he can afford to avoid the pitfalls of surface water.
In spite of Christian's constant efforts to explain his preferences to her, she continually ignores them, putting herself at emotional and physical risk in order to get the fairy-tale romance. No wonder when things reach a head, she breaks down.
Perhaps we owe it to these teenagers to talk more openly and honestly about those many shades of grey they're discovering in sex, and how to bridge the difficult and confusing gap between their own desires and the clear-cut, oh-so-simple version of consent they're being presented.
Instead of the constant critiquing and debating (and, ahem, blog posting), shouldn't we all be a little embarrassed that this movie is so popular? The movie posters boast that it is a "global phenomenon", and, based on the volume of discussion, media coverage and blatant outrage that this movie has sparked, I am starting to actually believe this to be true.
I am a traveler. I enjoy navigating foreign terrain. And I am typically a serial monogamous, years of long-term relationship after long-term relationship with desert in between. Due to this, the rules of this type of playground are very foreign to me.
A diagnoses of infertility can have very serious psychological effects on both the male and the female. Both partners may become overwhelmed by feelings of depression, anxiety, guilt, and grief.
One theory as to why men in fact tend to say 'I love you' first is because men are expected to take the initiative in relationships. Also this verbal declaration may prompt women to reciprocate and commit. Perhaps men use this phrase first in a relationship as a tactic for sex.
Valentine's Day is approaching and travel bloggers everywhere are busy writing posts about the most romantic settings, or tales of love overseas. I'm not joining them, for frankly 'love on the road' can produce more interesting stories than sitting on a beach in Thailand watching the sunset...
I found the statistics really shocking, but mostly as they seem to be totally opposite to my own experience. I was born disabled, and became a wheelchair user at the age of fifteen, yet I can honestly say I have never had any trouble making friends, being invited to social situations or finding love.
I can see why the BDSM community are up in arms. Here is a man who stalks his victim with a degree of fortitude that it's hard not to feel some begrudging sense of awe. He knows her bank details, in fact he has a built an entire file on her and flies out to interrupt a holiday with her parents, checking in to the same hotel as she's enjoying cocktails with her mother.
Forget everything you've heard in recent years about how to impress a woman on Valentine's Day. It's time to update your romantic gestures and tactics.
In our case, we have some neighbours who dug up their garden when we least expected it and thus dislodged a family of rats. Who could blame the refugees for scampering along the nearest branch available, straight into the cosy loft of the new family next door?