"We develop close relationships with many coworkers, but there is still that boundary that needs to be respected," she told BI. "It's inappropriate to spread any rumors about other people at the office."
A popular social media trend in 2025 was the celebration of social isolation. Reels, posts, and memes abound that celebrate rebuffing social invitations, giving up on dating, doing the bare minimum at work, and even lamenting the loss of social distancing as though it was the silver lining and not an unfortunate consequence of the global pandemic. People seem to have really had it with other people.
Most of us grew up with that familiar Irish awkwardness around sex - the blushing, the whispering, the pretending none of us have bodies or desires at all. But what happens when you meet someone who simply doesn't have that embarrassment? In this episode of Just Between Us, Jennifer Zamparelli is joined by comedian and sex-positive icon Bláthín de Burca, who talks about sex the way most Irish people talk about the weather: openly, casually, and without shame.
You've picked the venue, argued over the guest list, and made peace with the cake being vegan. But have you thought about what happens after the confetti settles and the honeymoon photos start collecting likes instead of memories? Wedding planning is often romanticised, but smart couples today are treating it as something more serious: a launchpad for long-term partnership. In Britain too, where tradition still carries weight and expectations run deep,
"When you don't say what needs to be said in the moment to spare somebody else's feelings, first of all, like, you're rejecting the truest part of yourself," Paltrow said. "And then it's going to come out another way. And that's like, you'll end up being dishonest. You'll end up not saying what needs to be said. You'll end up stringing out some lame relationship for eight extra months and treating them not so nicely because you have stuck yourself in something, you know, you just make a mess," she said.
"If one partner protects their creativity and rest and ambition or joy because the other partner is holding the system together, that joy is being heavily subsidized," she explains. "Not by money, but by someone else's nervous system."
The short answer is that I don't know whether there's a way to get past this sudden gag reaction, or why it's happening now. I do, however, have some follow-up questions that might help. Did absolutely anything else change at the time that you abruptly went from easily swallowing to immediately gagging? Your stress levels, diet, or environment?
My husband and I are celebrating our six-year anniversary soon, and I've been reflecting on our first date. He took me to a restaurant, where I ordered a dinner salad. While enjoying this salad, a piece of lettuce fell from my fork onto the table. What would have been the proper way to handle this circumstance? Leave it on the table? Scoop it into a napkin? Place it on the corner of my plate? I've always wondered about this.
I emailed her dad, asking when would be a good time for me to come over to talk. He sent me a bunch of Bible quotes. I told him I'd like to have a conversation with him and her mother. He sent me an email lecture about sex outside of marriage. OK, I thought, maybe I need to be more explicit. Next email: Subject: I want to marry your daughter. His reply: We can't bless that union.
I never wanted kids. I got involved with someone who had a child, and then, without warning, we got full custody of that child. I've been raising them since they were 5 (they just turned 20), and there is a layer of resentment that has built up because of everything I had to sacrifice and things I had to miss out on to raise someone else's child.
He has supported me through tough life events, and I have supported him through his own. Wilson has encouraged me to stand up to my abusive mother and given me the strength to set boundaries. He shows me his love not in big flashy gestures, but in the quiet, meaningful moments when I need him. We have had conversations about our future and how we want our lives to look. In every conversation, it seems like we are on the same page.
One of the most confusing aspects of conflict in intimate relationships is how quickly a misunderstanding can escalate into something dramatic and feel like an attack. A sigh feels like dismissal. Silence feels like rejection. The intensity of a door closing feels like an invitation into combat. Couples often say some version of the same thing: "I know they didn't mean it that way, but it felt awful."
I thought he would remain simply "first," but we're happily in love nine years later. Yet, there's one big milestone that we haven't reached: our first time living together. Unlike most couples, we've never shared a space for more than a few weeks. People are always shocked when they hear how long we've been together. The first question they usually ask is, "Why hasn't he proposed yet?" Their eyes widen even more when they find out I'm not going home to him.
After yet another dreary comment about my tits, I kind of rolled my eyes and yawned, and he said, "If you're bored, sweetie, we can always go back to mine." I just replied, "Ew." He replied, "If you Googled me, you'd be dying to come with me." That's when I whipped out my phone and said, "Sure, do I search for the world's biggest douche or is it the world's tiniest dick?" He completely lost it and had to be removed from the premises by the staff at the event, who threatened to call the police.
What if, instead of relying on the consumption of media, you relied on your imagination and your memories? You could reminisce about particularly enjoyable sex you've previously had with your wife, fantasize about sex you might have with her in the future, and use embodiment and mindfulness skills (specifically, the ones that focus on being present in the moment and noticing all the details) to soak up the experiences of the weekly-or-so sex you do get to have with your wife (and bank that for future wanking).
Attorneys Brent and Andrew met in South Bend, Indiana, while Brent was clerking for a federal judge and Andrew was studying law at Notre Dame. Three years after their first date at a local Irish pub, they got engaged on campus. The pair describe their May wedding-decorated in greens, navy, shades of white, and gold-as "traditional, masculine, formal, and joyful." Hydrangeas in the floral arrangements gestured to Brent's grandmother, whose summer yard, he recalls, always burst with the blooms.
Empathy flourishes in relationships that feel safe and nonjudgmental. The human brain resists large demands but cooperates readily with small, manageable ones. When the goal is too big, motivation collapses under the weight of expectation. But when the goal is tiny, the nervous system relaxes long enough to try. When a relational goal feels too big or too inauthentic, the nervous system can perceive it as a heavy load and shut down in response.
A few decades ago I was briefly, unwisely, involved with a young woman, 14 years my junior, whom I met in an online "chat room," way back when those were a thing. A yearlong bicoastal romance ensued, with a few visits back and forth. She was 27 and I was 42. It ended after a year when I neither phoned nor sent flowers on Valentine's Day.
The moon is roaming through dignified Leo this morning, empowering you to express yourself from the heart. When you take pride in your identity, accomplishments, and skills, you'll be less sensitive to criticism and less reliant on praise. By mid-morning, the sun fuses with Venus in mature Capricorn. This devoted energy lasts throughout the day, calling you to make your long-term intentions known or celebrate a recent achievement.
When we first got together, people immediately assumed the reason we were a couple was because my husband had a fat fetish, which is extremely narrow-minded. We still get comments like: 'It must be hard knowing that someone is with you because of your size' or 'Is your husband a feeder?' or 'He wouldn't love you if you lost weight.'
I lost all my contacts. My number has changed, multiple times. I am being encouraged to build upon a false narrative. A false past. A clean slate, a story that is "permissible" to move forward. With those who are less than trustworthy or truthful. No questions are allowed. I did not willingly sign up for this. My current strategy is to survive.
This January 4th, are you ready to go forth and date? The first Sunday of January is known as "Dating Sunday." Every January, on the first Sunday of the month, dating apps typically experience the highest traffic of the year. Devyn Simone, Tinder's resident relationship expert, called it the "Super Bowl" or the "Grammys" of dating; she advised, "If you are single and looking for a partner, utilize Dating Sunday."
