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Column: The Libido Lambada (Get More From Your Sex Life)

by Suzan Ryan on Jan.17, 2012, under Columns

Competing sex drives can be tough to manage; Dr Charmaine Saunders offers advice on how to get the most from your love life…

Sexual differences are quite often a source of great tension in relationships. Differences in preferences, positions, time to climax, styles, fantasies, and the big one—libido. 

It’s important to have clear boundaries in this area because no-one should ever do anything in bed that he/she doesn’t want to. However, partners who love each other want to share and give pleasure, hence the conflict.

If one partner wants sex every night and the other only once a week, this will cause problems. The simplest solution is compromise; for example, make love two to three times a week to satisfy both parties.

This issue is not just about physical needs, but emotional needs as well. The unsatisfied partner begins to resent the other and feel rejected, while the unable-to-satisfy partner feels pressured and inadequate.

It can spiral out of control if left unattended. Another important tool which can make things better is open communication. If couples can speak about their needs bravely and honestly, they can work out positive techniques in a loving way. In silence, anger grows and festers.

Loss of libido can be caused by triggers such as work stress, fatigue, childbirth, business and unresolved family issues. However, there isn’t a problem unless you make it one.

Men and women have different levels of libido, and it’s a myth that men want sex more than women. It can work either way. You shouldn’t feel rejected if your partner doesn’t want as much sex as you because sex and love are not the same thing.

The worst thing you can do is pressure your partner, as it will turn them off even more. Compromise and communication are two of the most vital elements in a relationship’s success.

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Past Perfect: Goldie Hawn

by Suzan Ryan on Nov.23, 2011, under Columns

Millions tuned in to watch 1960s sketch-comedy show Rowan & Martin’s Laugh-In, but not only because it was funny. Viewers also got to gawk at a go-go dancing Goldie Hawn, who played the ultimate hippie hottie—a bubbly ingenue with big blue eyes and lustrous lashes.Playing the epitome of the dumb blonde, the former ballet dancer and university drop-out used her comedic skills to act the all-round ditz, and we loved her for it. 

Unconcerned with being typecast, Goldie giggled her way through her feature film debut, playing a dancer in 1968′s The One and Only, Genuine, Original Family Band, and as a scatterbrain mistress in Cactus Flower (1969), which earned her both a Golden Globe and Academy Award for Best Supporting Actress.

With her career on the rise, Goldie starred opposite Peter Sellers in 1970 farce There’s a Girl in My Soup, holding her own against the comedy legend. She then showed she wasn’t just a fun babe with a rockin’ bod by impressing critics with her mature performance in drama Butterflies Are Free (1972), in which she portrays a young woman who helps her blind neighbour/lover deal with his past and controlling mother.

It was official: Goldie Hawn was versatile. Also in 1972, the beauty surprised fans yet again by teaming up with country music stars Dolly Parton and Buck Owens to record the album Goldie, which features covers of Parton’s ‘My Blue Tears’ and Joni Mitchell’s ‘Carey’.

After returning to her (blonde) roots with 1975 box-office hit Shampoo, Hawn entered a cinematic and personal dry spell. She appeared in a few forgettable flops and got divorced from her husband of seven years, Gus Trikonis. However, soon after Goldie married musician Bill Hudson and gave birth to two children, Oliver and Kate, both of whom are now actors.Goldie’s marriage to Hudson lasted just four years, but by then she’d formed a solid comedy partnership with Chevy Chase, appearing with him in 1978′s Foul Play, where Chase plays a feckless detective tasked to protect Hawn’s character, who is entangled in a murder plot, followed by 1980′s Seems Like Old Times

Private Benjamin was also released in 1980, and proved to be the film that Goldie needed to launch her back onto the A-list. Hawn is fantastic as a snobby socialite turned army chick, and her entertaining performance earned her an Oscar nomination for Best Actress. Hawn also made her debut as an executive producer on Private Benjamin, and she has since produced an additional seven movies.

Then along came lucky bugger Kurt Russell. Even though the two had worked together previously on The One and Only, Genuine, Original Family Band, they fell in love on the set of 1984′s Swing Shift, and went on to star in the 1987 leadweight comedy, Overboard.

Proof that Goldie could still do scorching (now well into her 40s) came via 1990 action comedy Bird on a Wire, in a scene where a gust of wind lifts Hawn’s skirt to reveal brief briefs and a healthy amount of arse to an appreciative Mel Gibson, who quips: “When did you start wearing underwear?”

No digital trickery was required when Goldie played a woman with a perfect figure following an immortality treatment in 1992 comedy Death Becomes Her, before letting it all hang out as an ageing groupie in 2002′s The Banger Sisters. Passing the sexy on to daughter Kate Hudson. So much for the ‘dumb blonde’.

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John Birmingham: What Does it Mean to Be a Man?

by swerve on Oct.26, 2011, under Columns

Somewhere between the two Captain Kirks, something went horribly wrong—for men, not for the Kirks. JJ Abram’s 2009 reboot of the Star Trek franchise was filmed entirely in awesomevision and packed with epic wins from the opening credits to the final curtain. But something was missing: the Shat’s pot belly. 

William Shatner’s James T. Kirk was, at heart, an ordinary guy who did extraordinary things—such as pleasuring multiple green-skinned Orion slave girls while karate-chopping knobby-headed Klingon warriors with his other hand.

Sure, he was the only Starfleet cadet to ever successfully conquer the impossible training scenario known as the Kobayashi Maru exercise, but he cheated, because that’s what smart-arsed everyday blokes with pot bellies and cheeky grins do.

Christopher Pine’s younger James T. Kirk was less an ordinary guy than a Gen Y gym rat and part-time model, who had just enough bad-boy street cred to make him attractive to the space ladies without barring him from Starfleet Academy on a character test.

Anywhere Shatner’s Kirk went, he arrived a few moments after the bright yellow curve of his tummy. Pine’s starship captain, on the other hand, was able to wear a skin-tight skivvy without irony or embarrassment.

His physique recalls the type of sculpted douchebags you find at www.hotchickswithdouchebags.com—where guys who spend too long with fake tan are so inordinately proud of their massively ripped abs that they give them absurd names such as ‘The Situation’.

I’m sure that, like all Hollywood stars, Christopher Pine is a lovely bloke. It’s just that, like most modern male actors, once he gets that shirt off, he looks like a bunch of coconuts and half bricks jammed into a tight rubber bag. When the hell did this happen? It used to be that when big-name Hollywood actors took off their shirts…well, mostly they didn’t. And if they did, they looked like normal guys—guys who’d taken some care to look after themselves, but still normal guys.

 

The only muscle definition with which they were familiar came out of a dictionary, and some of them were so close in their physical build to you and I that they looked less like a bag of shit than they did a bag of shit that had spent months on the couch inhaling pizzas and playing video games.

Gentlemen, I do not see this as a positive development. I don’t imagine for a second that many of us are going to develop immediate eating disorders or exercise addictions just because we’ve seen Brad Pitt get his gear off in Troy; that’s not how the male mind works.

I fear, however, it’s exactly how the female mind works. It cannot be a good thing for the ladies to be constantly disappointed by the gap between what our culture imagines to be a perfect, or even an average, male form and the saggy, hairy, kinda blotchy and lumpy reality. Not good for them, and most assuredly not good for us.

It’s not a two-way street, of course. Men have long divided the world into the hotties of their imagination, and actual women. Probably because of all the training we get in as teens with magazines such as this.

A psychology has evolved within the male gender to help us cope with this disconnect. The idea of the unattainable: Megan Fox, for example; smokin’ hot, but unobtainable. Sports Illustrated swimsuit models? Smokin’ hot, but unobtainable. Penthouse Pets…you get the idea.

But when have the females of the species ever considered anything as unobtainable? They see, they want, they get. Whether it be shoes, bags, naughty treats from the dessert tray, more damn shoes, extra closet space for the extra shoes, another bag, and a few more shoes.

A woman who can own more pairs of shoes than there are days to wear them between now and the combustion of the universe is not going to be put off by any man who tells her to forget about finding a set of rock-hard, washboard abs anywhere other than up on the big screen. She will see. She will want. And she will kick our fat arses until she gets. God help us all.

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Last Call: Robert Geddes’ Commandments of Summer Wine

by Suzan Ryan on Sep.22, 2011, under Columns

You’ve just launched the 28th edition of Australian Wine Vintages. What can you tell us about it?
It’s a book for anyone who finds wine buying difficult; a reference book to help people find what’s good, when to drink it and what it’s worth,as well as where to eat and sleep in our wine regions, which makers to visit and when to visit them. I like this book because it gives credit to the people who deserve it, and I like books about wine because we—the human race—have really elevated the art and science, and every year it gets better.
What draws you to wine?
I’m fascinated with the idea that the same grape can taste different in different places. On top of that, understanding why involves travel to sophisticated and exotic regions—sometimes even wild places—and it involves associating myself with lots of good people, with whom I spend a great deal of time eating and drinking. It’s certainly a lot more fun than farming when I was young, and that’s how it began!
How did you become a Master of Wine?
To qualify for the title, you need seven years’ trade experience, then you do a course and pass a week of exams. The exams start with a blind tasting of 12 wines in the morning, then you write a page on each. In the afternoon, you finish with a two-and-a-half-hour essay.
So it’s a rare achievement?
Only 283 people in the world have passed the exams since 1953—more astronauts have returned from space.
Impressive! What’s the key to buying wine?
The most important part is where it comes from. The minimum you need to know is three regions that make good wine.
What are your favourite regions?
The next ones! It’s all about being as promiscuous as possible while keeping it in your pants. It’s a terrific opportunity to rove widely and really explore.
In terms of taste, what are the basic differences between the red and white varieties?
Whites live by their acidity, which gives freshness, crispness and lightness. Reds live by their tannins, which give you that yummy mouth feel we all associate with great reds—the texture, length and thick, sensual flavours.
What are your top tips for properly experiencing wine?
Be adventurous, be varied, drink what you like. Find a favourite region, then try other ones—the good grape varieties will soon reveal themselves and let you know by how much you enjoy them. The secret of wine is that it’s a journey, so drink, taste, talk, share and remember, and you will find wine a good friend that changes as your tastes change.
What will you be drinking this summer?
I will be drinking—depending on the food and the company—old Hunter Sémillon, Pinot gris or grigio from Victoria, sparklings from Tasmania, Riesling from Clare, Margaret River Sémillon Sauvignon blanc, and Pinot noir from Victoria and Tasmania.
How about wine beginners—what should they be drinking?
Sauvignon blanc. The two Sauvignon blancs I have the highest regard for in Australia belong to Philip Shaw from Orange and Shaw and Smith from the Adelaide Hills. So if I had to drink something with a Thai salad, on a warm Sydney afternoon, I would be drinking Shaw and Smith Sauvignon blanc. If you can’t get your hands on those, there are a number of other good Adelaide Hills and Orange Sauvignon blancs that would work.
What exactly should we be looking for in a summer wine?
Cold, clear, crisp and young!
Which wine would you suggest a man take to the home of his special lady?
If he’s trying to impress somebody who doesn’t know a lot about wine, I would do it one of two ways. I would either take a magnum of Champagne, because you’re guaranteed to get a result, or else I would say that two half bottles equals one, so I would take half a bottle of something like a Mount Mary Chardonnay, and I’d take half a bottle of good Penfolds red, so you can mix and match. But you’ll never go wrong with Champagne.
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Interview: Jonathan Karamalikis, Aussie poker star

by Suzan Ryan on Sep.22, 2011, under Columns, Interviews

IN 2009 I was fortunate to captain the Australian team in the first-ever World Team Challenge at the Asian Poker Tour (APT) in Macau, China.  

Needing to form a good, well-balanced squad, I went on the hunt for a young internet gun, and all roads led to a quietly spoken guy from Adelaide who was making more money than most CEOs playing poker online.

I found it odd that shy and retiring Jonathan Karamalikis was better known as “Monster Dong” on the web, but he was certainly making his mark.

Last year, Karamalikis joined a select group of Australian pros when he was sponsored by online gaming giant Full Tilt Poker, and he immediately repaid their faith in him by winning the PokerStars Asian Pacific Poker Tour (APPT) Grand Final in Sydney in December.

Not only did the victory catapult  Jonathan into the top echelon of Australian poker, it also saw him take home just under half a million dollars in prize money. I had a chat with the Dong at the recent Crown Aussie Millions tournament in Melbourne…

Okay, Jonathan, why “Monster Dong”?

Haha! It’s always the first question. Obviously, I had a lack of confidence when I invented the name. I made “Monster Dong” my online handle to make myself feel better about my adolescent issues, and to try and convince everyone that I actually have a big dong.

When did you start playing poker?

My mate taught me how to play when I was 16. That same night, I created an account at a play-money website and played endlessly. It took me about six months to learn the basics, and from there I’ve never looked back.

Winning the APPT Final is your greatest achievement so far. What was your highest poker achievement before that? This probably sounds pretty stupid, but winning my first Aussie Millions ring gave me the happiest moment in my poker career, even though the APPT was worth more money. There’s just nothing like the feeling of your first major win.  

What are the most obvious differences between playing online and playing live tournament poker?

Being able to see who you’re playing against live is a huge advantage. I can usually work out what kind of people [my opponents] are in the first 20 minutes. Online, there’s a lot more re-raising and aggressive play. Live play is more focused on post-flop action.

Outside of poker, what else do you enjoy doing?

I spend most of my time hanging out with my mates, watching basketball and going to the gym, when I have the time to get into a routine. I also love travelling and seeing new places. I spend four to five months of the year on the road.

Where to next, Mr Dong?

I want to do Europe sometime this year, go play some tournaments on the EPT [European Poker Tour] circuit and perhaps visit London for World Series Europe. And obviously I’ll be going to Las Vegas for the World Series—that’s a “can’t miss”; however, I might just go for the Main Event this year because my mates and I never actually play poker when we’re there…

Do you see poker as a career option, or just a hobby?

I consider poker to be both a career and a hobby. I see it as a competitive sport because you’re always looking to improve. I’m more than happy to keep doing this for now.

 

Jonathan
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John Birmingham: Middle Age Rage

by Suzan Ryan on Oct.27, 2010, under Columns

MIDDLE AGE RAGE

Forget the sports car, the best way to beat mid-life blues is with boxing gloves

By John Birmingham

The guy was a lawyer, and a pretty successful one. I’d known him in a passing fashion 20 years earlier, when we’d both set our sights on the same woman. He’d won, but that was okay; she deserved better than me anyway. He was still with her and they had a whole tribe of kids. It’d worked out well. He was happy, and yet…

And yet one of the purest joys of his middle-age existence wasn’t his beautiful wife or well-adjusted children. And it certainly wasn’t his work. It was boxing. At some point since we’d been rivals, and he’d won the girl and lived the good life, the bloke had taken to wrapping his fists in long, sweat-stained pieces of cotton, climbing into a ring and pounding the putty out of whoever cared to take him on.

There is something admirable about an old bull climbing into the ring for one last shot at the title…

Of course, that meant he’d suffered his own share of damage. Headshots, crunching hits to the ribcage, awful shuddering blows in the gut that drove the breath from his body and left him feeling as though he might never stand up and draw another mouthful of sweet air into his lungs again. He’d recently been injured in a manner that was especially bad for a lawyer—breaking his wrist.

His wife didn’t understand. They never do. But I did, and you might, too. When you’ve lived long enough, you accumulate sufficient hard knocks and scar tissue; you swallow any number of defeats, large and small, rhetorical, personal, political and professional. You learn, unless you are a fool, that you do not have the power in your hands to reshape the world by force alone. Swing all you want at your foes and they will dodge and weave and more often than not mock you for your efforts.

But the older you get, it seems, the sweeter it is to take that upper cut at life anyway. Be it literal or figurative. I can only imagine this accounts for the large number of men who reach their 40s, usually after a decade or so of enforced lassitude and slump-shouldered toil, only to find themselves drawn into extreme sports—or at least ones that are extreme for their creaking bones and dulled reflexes.

It’s a truism that many sports cars and high-performance motorcycles are owned by middle-age men looking to borrow some of the oomph inherent in their engineering, but I’d be willing to bet that many more are drawn back to the playing fields of their youth—or the boxing rings and dojo mats. For one thing, it’s cheaper and less likely to be openly ridiculed by the gentle lady folk. More often, their response will be blank-eyed puzzlement.

But as someone who returned to a martial art in mid-life, I totally understand why my lawyer acquaintance couldn’t wait to get the plaster off his wrist and the gloves back on, to push himself in exactly the same hazardous fashion that had led to his embarrassment and virtual crippling not long before.

There’s just something really pure and simple about testing yourself physically. And few things challenge a male like fighting—even if the war is entirely constrained by strict rules, padding and a hard-earned understanding that, unlike a 20-year-old, you are not, in fact, immortal.

For just a few minutes, perhaps once or twice a week, the tedious demands of grown-up life fall away and all that matters is hitting and being hit, absorbing the attack and lashing out in revenge. Manning up in the most primal way possible.

I suspect my lawyer friend had some trouble convincing his wife to let him get back in the ring after his last injury. Old bones don’t heal quickly or particularly well, and a bread-earner has responsibilities beyond gratifying his own ego. But the modern world doesn’t make it easy for a man. Not like it used to.

And while there’s something slightly absurd about a fat, balding buffoon reinforcing his sense of self-worth with an imported sports car, there’s also something admirable about an old bull climbing into the ring or pulling on the rugby boots for one last shot at the title. To rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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Last Call: Cooking with booze

by admin on Feb.01, 2010, under Articles, Columns, The Magazine

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TV chefs pour wine into cooking pots all the time. But does alcohol improve the average dinner recipe? Is it a waste of good plonk or a secret ingredient that makes a good meat meal great?
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Gear: Spy Camera Home Set-Up

by admin on Jan.29, 2010, under Columns, The Magazine

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Indoors or outside, at the office or at home; be smart, get secure, get camera protection Continue reading “Gear: Spy Camera Home Set-Up” »

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Billie Exposed… Where have all the real men gone?

by admin on Jan.22, 2010, under Columns, The Magazine

billie0709I’ve noticed that some of the guys I date take longer than me to get ready. I like a guy who makes an effort, but I don’t want to go out with someone who owns more hair products than I do. Continue reading “Billie Exposed… Where have all the real men gone?” »

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Motoring: Canberra’s SummerNats

by admin on Jan.15, 2010, under Columns, The Magazine

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Australian Penthouse goes for a spin with Peter Grmusa, Burnout Master and two-time Summernats burnout champion Continue reading “Motoring: Canberra’s SummerNats” »

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