My intended career didn’t go as planned. Graduating college in 1984 with a degree in East Asian Studies and Chinese language did not offer many career prospects. I led a couple of tour groups to China that year for a startup company in Manhattan, but at a rate of $40.00 per day, the prospects

I logged a lot of time in the trenches dating cisgender straight men. From my decade of experience with the awkward and often unpleasant world of heterosexual coupling, I've learned one surefire way to sort the wheat from the chaff: When a condom breaks and you need to take emergency contraception,

The morning after pill is a waste of money when you could’ve just had the foresight to wrap your dick in rubber instead, effectively saving you $60 and the mortifying experience of having to request Plan B over the counter. Unfortunately for our unnamed Bro, he either got swept up in the moment and

Aziz Ansari’s seminal show about millennial dating, Master of None, opens with him and a one-night stand taking an Uber to a pharmacy to purchase the morning after pill after the condom broke. Or they didn’t use one. I forget which. That show kinda sucked. Plus, it’s already dated. Who goes to the

It’s a cold morning in 1976 and my mother is lying in her dorm room bed. She’s alone, and she’s suffering from what she earnestly believes to be a heart attack. She calls the campus doctor (students normally go to the clinic, but she can’t move). Decades later, she describes it to me like ...