Extreme Makeover: Hetero Sex Edition

I’ve oft wondered if sex feels slightly different for men and women, but it wasn’t until today that I knew for sure.

In the latest edition of Cosmo, which I don’t read but am exposed to through Jezebel, readers will find that sex with a woman feels like a house to some guys. But not just a house — like a really, fancy house that you didn’t have to pay any money for.

Early 90s Games I Can’t Forget

We all have video games we can’t forget, whether it’s because they repeatedly toyed with our hearts as our health gave out on the final level or because they wowed us with next-gen graphics and pretty pixels. Even when we manage to get past the glossy nostalgia, it’s still hard to dismiss the way they made you feel and even harder to unlearn the button sequences you needed to win.

Rather than shove these old-school masterpieces under the carpet, I’ve decided to celebrate three of my faves and the many after-school hours I devoted to their glory. A word of warning though, I played most of these gems when I was in elementary school so comments as to their difficulty have to be taken with a grain of salt. I thought I was a gaming wizard back then but now see that I was but a lowly grasshopper on the gaming highway of life.

I Could Have Been Tomb Raider

While checking out the San Francisco wiki page for info about the weather (because I’m an NYC girl who’s currently freezing), I came across the history of the Sutro Baths: a swimming pool complex that was built during the 1800s. After years of aquatic service to the public, the Sutro Baths building burned down in 1966 leaving a maze of cement ruins that I’m sure experts agree are “really cool.”

I concur.

Truth is, I’ve long been fascinated by city ruins and briefly – in-between wanting to be a race car driver and a painter – considered pursing a career as an archaeologist. My taste for ancient cultures was unrivaled and my understanding of the field was that you got to sit in one position for hours dusting sand from a piece of pottery with a tiny brush as you squinted into the sun and hoped your camel wouldn’t spit on you. Khaki clothing and ugly hats were also involved. Still, I found this career path intriguing and for that I blame Indiana Jones.

How I envisioned my future awesome, archaeologist self. More or much, much less.

I then made the childhood error of sharing my dreams with an adult – a species that has a knack for and the responsibility of scaring the hell out of kids. Mind you, the adult in question was someone I admired and someone who I know had no negative intentions whatsoever, but the effect was the same. She informed me that she knew someone who had contracted a disease while on an archaeological dig and died.

So you know, that kind of bummed me out.

My Candid Pre-Con Confession: Part I

Saturday I set off to attend NYCC (New York Comic Con). It’s my first convention and it’s something I’ve looked forward to since I heard about cons as a teenager. (All right, that’s a lie. The first time I heard about conventions was when I was a kid and it was in regards to the movie “Trekkies,” a film which vaguely unsettled me with their talk of OTPs and half-naked fanart of Data. Ggguh.)

Fact: While I was searching for this Google Images brought up a pic of Data completely naked. I cannot unsee that.

At any rate, while I’m no novice when it comes to press events and interviewing celebrities, the idea of doing such things in the capacity of a fan is a bit daunting. I’m used to asking celebs questions and probing for good quotes but what the hell am I to say to a celeb whom I really like as they sign my memorabilia? “I love your show”? So trite.

On the other hand, if you remain mum you come off as that creepy, stalkerish, and ill-equipped-to-function-in-society fan whose eyes dart about as they sweat profusely.

I guess I’ll settle for “I love your show,” after all.

*Sidenote: I actually love Data; I just prefer him fully clothed.*