David Bowie has taught us so many things about love, life, dancing, and goblin muppets. Let’s take a look at the 10 best David Bowie lyrics on love.
10. “New love, a boy and girl are talking
New words that only they can share in.” – Soul Love
Because how satisfying are those inside jokes in the beginning of a new relationship?
9. “Child, you’re a woman now, your heart and soul are free
I will hold a lighted lamp and we shall walk together.” — Let Me Sleep Beside You
Because even Bowie’s early hippie period had something to sweet to say on love; that even if you’re grown up you can still feel afraid, and it’s nice to have someone to guide you and be by your side.
8. “But I’ll be there for you
As the world falls down.” — As The World Falls Down
Because I had to include a song from Labyrinth.
7. “He makes you laugh
He brings you out in style
He treats you well
And makes you up real fine
And when he’s strong
He’s strong for you
And when you kiss
It’s something new
But did you ever call my name
Just by mistake?” — Letter To Hermione
Because sometimes we really hope that they haven’t moved on.
6. “Soon you’ll grow so take a chance
With a couple of Kooks
Hung up on romancing.” — Kooks
Because some love songs are about love for one’s kids and it’s actually really sweet.
5. “Please be mine
Share my life
Stay with me
Be my wife.” — Be My Wife
Because there you go, Bowie just wrote your wedding vows for you.
4. “The moment you know
You know, you know.” — Where Are We Now?
Because you know?
3. “I recall how we lived
On the corner of a bed.” — An Occasional Dream
Because in the beginning it’s just the two of you, staying in bed, being in bed, together, in your own little world, only leaving to get food.
2. “And you, you can be mean
And I, I’ll drink all the time
‘Cause we’re lovers and that is a fact
Yes we’re lovers, and that is that.” – “Heroes”
Because sometimes, love isn’t perfect, it’s a little rough, but at its core it is basic and simple, and that is that.
1. “It’s not the side effects of the cocaine
I’m thinking that it must be love.” – Station To Station
Because sometimes, we all have to ask ourselves that question: am I in love, or am I just high?
This is the second in a series analyzing the success of dating on television. Check out my previous entry for a statistical breakdown of the popular 90’s MTV show “Singled Out.”
Up next: Blind Date!
If you’re anything like me, you spent many an afternoon watching “Blind Date” when you got home from school in the early nineties. For this reason, it holds a very special place in my heart. (Much like “Total Request Live,” and reruns of “Dawson’s Creek” and “90210.”) I also relate well to this show as a certified blind date aficionado; I have been set up on them by everyone from my friends, to my boss, to my doctor. Some of them went well, some of them were a horror show, but they were always a hysterical bumble of awkwardness that I’m sure were laughed at by everyone observing. Just like on the show!
Debuting in 1999, “Blind Date” ran for 7 seasons, giving it one of the longest on-air tenures of the entire Dating Show pantheon. Although, if you feel like you’ve seen “Blind Date” more recently than 2006, that is because it went into syndication on Spike TV, Fox Reality, and Reality TV One. “Blind Date,” man. Quite a juggernaut.
This shouldn’t come as a surprise, I suppose. I mean, what is more relatable and timeless than the tensions/excitement of being set up on a blind date?
Okay, so the episode opens on Ken driving a car of wasted dudes around and they’re like, “LOL, we’re having the best time!” And then they cover Ken’s eyes with their hands and the car crashes. Way to go, everyone.
At SCDP/whatever else it is now, we find out that Chevy has asked for like, a zillion pitches and keeps asking them to redo them. Ken comes in and has a cute lil cane because of the car crash. He’s like, “Chevy is ridic. They don’t like me, and then they crashed my car.” Don is like, “I’m going to be outraged about this!” and talks about how Chevy can’t keep making them work like this, and how Ken’s job is making people like things so he better get on it. The one dude at the office is like, “I’m gonna bring in my doctor and get everybody fixed up.” They decide to work through the weekend for Chevy.
When you’re dating someone new, it can be tempting to lavish them with expensive gifts, dinners at the finest restaurants and trips to trendy vacation spots. And sometimes it’s okay to spend a little more on someone you really like — provided that you’re spending within your means.
But sometimes the need to impress the new person in your life can derail even the most carefully laid financial plans. Worse: it can trap you in a lifestyle that is tricky to escape. This article from The Atlantic discusses the idea of overspending as a form of “mating deception,” a habit that might initially seem harmless but could lead to serious debt if not kept in check.
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This is an actual cave. It does not belong in your home.
I’m not exactly sure what I’m looking for in a man, but there’s one thing I simply can’t tolerate. It’s more of a current phenomenon, one I can’t wrap my mind around and absolutely won’t put up with.
Gentlemen, please quit talking about man caves.
This trend is everywhere: house-hunting shows on television, portrayals in movies, articles in magazines. Suddenly, grown men seem to require their own space. It’s as if men have failed to outgrow the necessity of the treehouses, forts and bachelor pads of their youth. Is it so wrong for me to believe that once a man moves in with his wife/girlfriend/partner, the assumption that he gets his own room should fall by the wayside? Isn’t that the point of growing up?
I guess in my old-timey ideals, I envisioned the following scenario: A couple gets married—or at the very least decides to be in a long-term, monogamous relationship—and they move in together. By agreeing to live together, it is assumed that these two adults will consider the home or apartment to be theirs. Not his, not hers, but theirs. Every room is a shared space.
My mother is not one to mince words and when I asked her for some relationship wisdom she was ready to dish out her best – regardless of how uncomfortable it made me – admittedly we talk about a lot of things, but number 4 on her list was a bit of a surprise.
In honor of all the work she did to bring me into the world, here are her top tips for making things work. Thanks, Mom!
Monkey see, monkey do: a pretty simple concept. Neely Steinberg, a dating coach, wrote about applying this way of thinking to the dating world for The Huffington Post:
[It] means taking on a persona, faking it until you make it, in a sense. This sort of modeling can influence their thoughts and actions with regard to their experiences in the dating world, and, when used successfully, can ultimately aid them in the creation of new, more positive beliefs and attitudes.
And thus, The Monkey See Monkey Do Theory on dating. I think it’s a fantastic idea, unless of course, the monkey you’re mirroring is is a diabolical self-destructive monkey.
Like this one.
And I think we all do this without realizing it. When we’re unsure of what to do in a relationship or while dating someone, seriously or casually, we ask our friends for their advice and opinions. And sometimes, we even follow them! So here are some of my notable Monkey See, Monkey Do moments.
Rachel Zoe is a rail thin, international, workaholic with a naggy husband and a needy child, and I’ve never wanted to be anyone more. As high priestess of fashion world, she has maj style clout living in her Maxis like it’s nobody’s business, and reigning tirelessly as the front-row fixture at all shows fashion week. I mean seriously, once you’re best friends with Marc Jacobs, you’re just winning life.
Skylar, her metrosexually boho toddler, incessantly rocks the onesie/necklace/fedora look, and her hubby Rog is businessy and… well, we’re still on the fence with what exactly he does, but all of the best businessmen are kinda mysterious, don’t you think? #BartBass. As a young Jewish shopaholic myself, Rachel’s life is my ultimate fantasy. Under all that Chanel, Rach and Rog have an enduring marriage, that’s outlasted both time and all their reality show successish shit. In this century riddled with hook-ups and Groupers, this 17 year long relationship makes marriage feel like a vintage trend that’s all the rage. Rach and Rog harken back to that old relic of Jew on Jew matrimony, the path I always thought my life would take, you know, back before I switched to public school.
COOL. OPENS ON ARNOLD AND SYLVIA FIGHTING. WHO CARES. Don hears them from the elevator and then creeps away like a weirdo.
Now SCDP and Peggy’s company or whatever are merged. It happened so quickly? How are they all in the same building already? How is there enough room for everyone? Okay, I guess there isn’t enough room for everyone because the secretaries are crying about how everyone in creative won’t be able to fit into the same room. Joan tells everyone to cool their jets.
I’m so glad that Peggy and Joan can talk together again! I HOPE THEY BECOME BESTIES AND BRUSH EACH OTHER’S HAIR AND TALK ABOUT BOYS TOGETHER. There needs to be a more magical relationship between the two of them.
The old guy in charge of SCDP is reading something about how the merger was great. Everyone is like, “Wooooooo.”
Pete’s late to the meeting and it’s full, so he starts crying about how he doesn’t have a chair in the meeting room because he sucks. Get the fuck ovvvvver it, Pete. Damn.
Whenever they have a meeting on this show I have no idea what’s going on.
Heather’s article about men needing to man up and cut down on the mixed-message flirting is a smart one, and I agree with what she’s talking about. I agree with her about most things, as she is also something I would describe as “a smart one.” However, feminism as we know isn’t about Women winning the war on Men, it’s about a world where all genitals are created equal, and we can all admit we kinda want to see The Great Gatsby, even though the reviews are terrible, without our heteronormativity coming into question. On that note, as a heteronormative dude, I get confused when ladies cherry pick which traditional gender roles they want me to stick to, and which ones are, not unlike Mr. Luhrman’s film, “a magnificent mistake.”
Most people have an opinion on what constitutes a reasonable amount of Facebook stalking in the early stages of a relationship. The consensus is typically a result of discussing the matter with close friends — you know, those people who are around your age and understand how easily social media allows you to conduct “research” on that guy who just asked you out.
