Melissa Petro

"We built a luxury dream home but can only afford to have two children."

A week or so ago I started shopping for a wedding dress, and guess what? Shopping for a wedding dress sucks!

You may have heard the old joke that 98% of people masturbate, and the other two percent are lying.

If you missed my weekly column this summer all about getting engaged and planning a wedding, here’s the highlight reel: after doing

How do you break up with a best friend?

Arran and I joke that no one wants to go to a wedding, not really— and maybe that’s true, but (perhaps naively) we had thought of the day as a gift to everyone involved, including ourselves.

On FYI’s newest, Kiss Bang Love, the show sets one man or one woman up with ten strangers who the contestant will kiss, one after another, while blindfolded. From these ten hopeful suitors, the contestant chooses five and then two, with whom they go on “intimate 24-hour dates.” The producers ask: Can blind sexual chemistry lead to love? I say, probably not!

The other day on Facebook, one of my friends remarked that I was a “later-in-life” bride.

"I let your “Je Suis Charlie” avatar slide, but trust me: I unfriend people who can’t tolerate a complicated view of women’s participation in the sex trades and who don’t let “victims” speak for themselves. So it’s like Zuckerberg is purposely trolling the way all those ads for Punjammies are constantly appearing in my Facebook timeline, claiming my purchase of their culturally appropriating pajama pants will help some sad, far-off Indian women forge a new life. Without evidence, let’s just assume your PUNJAMMIES™ purchase is an investment in some ugly pajamas."

It's time to talk substantively and honestly about how sex work isn't any one thing.