I partially owe my sanity to sitcoms. To sappy music, to pop art, to New York Times columns, to romantic comedies. Each of these artistic forms act as alternative universes, as life consultants, as stress...

If men actually thought about sex one time every seven seconds, then, unsurprisingly, they would never be able to get anything done as they would be inundated with invasive innuendo over 12,000 times a...