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If you were forced to choose between people seeing your face au naturel and losing your relationship, what would you pick?

Speaking as someone who considers wearing eyeliner and lipstick getting pretty dressed up, I would have to pick my relationship. But apparently I'm in the minority.

A British study (conducted by the highly scientific, totally unbiased company Bionsen, which makes women's deodorants) asked women that very question - whether they'd rather be seen with a make-up-less face or dump their boyfriend - and found that 57% chose dumping their boyfriend.

This is either a sad state of affairs for male-female relationships, or a sad state of affairs for women's self-confidence. Either way, your mascara isn't going to get you off, ladies, so let's get out priorities straight.

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I married Andrew - not merely the 2008 edition of Andrew, the life long version of Andrew.

In 2008 Andrew was a science teacher who played video games, went hiking, loved road trips, had great friends and family, was a better cook than me, had long dark hair and a beard and had a beautiful singing voice.

Loyal almost to a fault, the Andrew I married would drop anything (even a makeout session with me) to go help a friend in need, was a very good son to his mother and father, was incredibly sensitive to other people's feelings, treated people with respect even when they didn't deserve it, and he couldn't bear the thought of disappointing anyone.

He listened to me, respected me, cherished me, made me laugh all the time, would lavish affection on me, was wonderful with conversation and was always generous.

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Andrew also had a nasty temper when it sparked, left his dirty socks in the living room, didn't

I'm going to go out on a limb and say that friends with benefits generally fail because the relationship is neither friendly nor beneficial.

Look, here are a few of the things I do with my friends: Go out to eat food! See movies! Watch television shows! Enjoy culture! Drink! Go… support them in things! Make Donna Tartt references! Kill local farmers!

Here are some things I do with my boyfriend: Go out to eat food! See movies! Watch television shows! Enjoy culture! Drink! Go… support him in things! Make Donna Tartt references! Kill local farmers! Have sex! Cuddle!

Here is what a friends with benefit relationship is supposed to consist of: all the things you do with your friends, but also, sex.

Please see "what I do with my boyfriend." Do that partly so you can really have the time to just relish that The Secret Historyreference, but also so you can note that we do all the friendship stuff. You will see it is also accompanied by sex and cuddling.

Now. Here are

Meghan Keane is getting married in October. This column is helping her cope.

According to my rigorous internet searching, in 1890, Ladies Home Journal wrote that, "from times immemorial the bride's gown has been white."

That is not actually true! But like many customs, it doesn't matter. Because, if enough people do something, it becomes tradition. And then once you have tradition, you can charge more for it!

And white wedding dresses cost plenty more than other dresses. In a way, that makes sense, because they're often very complicated (or at least very poufy). So, if you want a really big dress, or one with lots of layers, or something very structured, there are a lot of options.

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It's hard to say exactly what premium you're paying for a white wedding dress, because not many women today wear long crystal covered dresses with trains to events other than weddings. And all the expensive white dresses

It's summer, when everyone gets lazy and begins asking the sometimes unintentionally infuriating question, "Are you getting out of the city?"

If you're twenty-five and broke, well, no, probably not. And, no, you don't want to contribute to a summer share in the Hamptons with fourteen other girls, because you have work to do and a career to build, and picking up the tiny crumbs of the privileged really doesn't get you ahead or provide for a relaxing vacation, which, to me, requires a lack of class fury (seeBullish: Social Class in the Office).

I have this friend who constantly forwards everyone these articles from New York Magazine and the New York Times about how expensive it is to live in New York, or how New Yorkers are unhappy, or how New York ranks below Lesotho on some international scale of how long the average person has to work to be able to afford a colonoscopy. One article claimed that it takes $300,000 a year to live decently. Which, if you consider having a

Have you noticed that it's really hard to buy a rice cooker when hundreds of people on Amazon have very strong opinions about which rice cooker is the best?

In The Paradox of Choice, Barry Schwartz writes about how the ever-expanding panoply of choices (consumer and otherwise) simply paralyzes people: give shoppers three types of jam to choose from, and they'll pick one; give them eighty types of jam and they'll get overwhelmed and decide they didn't need any jam after all.

If I had gone to a suburban KMart in a neglected strip mall and found a single rice cooker, I would have bought it, and it would almost certainly have cooked rice. Instead, I spent two hours reading all of the rice cooker reviews on Amazon: this one exploded in someone's kitchen! This one makes enough rice for a family of four, but this one has a steaming basket that accommodates broccolini! Someone always bought a certain brand of rice cooker and then couldn't get that brand anymore and bought

I don't know how to date. This has come to my attention in recent weeks, months, or more specifically, the last 15 years or so. Every relationship I've ever had, I've just sort of fallen into where dating wasn't really part of the equation. I always thought I was lucky in this regard, but I no longer feel that way.

To me, dating is the worst. I do not care for it at all. And to be honest, most first dates rarely end up in a second, because I'm wonky and my social skills are definitely a bit questionable. Getting through a date is more stressful for me than fun; in fact, I find I'm more relaxed when I go to the gynecologist.

Recently, I went out with a gentleman caller. He was a friend of a friend. I was forced into it as some sort of distraction for a recent falling out with an on-again, off-again love interest who ended up falling so below par that being with him became heartbreaking and disappointing.

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For the first week of July, Newsweek imagines Diana At 50: she'd know the Middletons! She'd have a Twitter account! She'd still have a "yen for Muslims"! This is… exploitative and tabloid-y of them, right? Anyway, here is a real excerpt from this real cover story:

Diana would have been 50 this month. What would she have been like? Still great-looking: that's a given. Her mother, Frances Shand Kydd, with her cornflower-blue eyes and striding sexuality, was a handsome woman to the very end. Fashionwise, Diana would have gone the J.Crew and Galliano route à la Michelle Obama, always knowing how to mix the casual with the glam. There is no doubt she would have kept her chin taut with strategic Botox shots and her bare arms buff from the gym. Remarriage? At least two, I suspect, on both sides of the Atlantic. Always so professional herself, she would have soon grown exasperated with Dodi Al-Fayed's hopeless unreliability. After the breakup I see her moving to her favorite city, New