Editor’s note: This post originally appeared on The Huffington Post’s Divorce section as part of our regular contributions to their site. Keep checking back for more Sudden Bachelor on Huff Post.

July 4 prompted thoughts of whether divorce is a declaration of independence or a form of slavery.

Whether we wanted divorce or not, if we are getting divorced I submit the goal is independence, at least from our ex. I don’t mean excommunication. In the best divorces communication and cooperation are possible or even necessary if you have kids. Even friendship is attainable if exes are willing to swap amity for antagonism. Easier said than done.

And it’s easier said than done for divorce to be a move toward independence rather than an enslaver. As in most things human, the answer in how you slice it. Factors to consider if you have a will to move your experience of divorce toward independence and away from slavery:

• Are you the ‘dumper’ or dumpee? If the former you may indeed be declaring independence and feel liberated. If the latter you may be enslaved by anger and unrequited love. Or legion injustices may have taken place within the marriage which led to the altar of divorce. There’s no easy fix for these imbalances any more than there is an easy fix for relationships where one partner loves more than the other. This is where one of my divorce mantras comes in: therapy! If you’re a thinking feeling human, divorce sucks whether you’re the instigator or an unwitting victim, whether wrongs were done to you or you were the inflictor of them. If you have any money left, get therapy. Once it’s over (see Huffington Post’s It’s Over: Readers Share The Moment They Knew to help identify the end, amazing and scary!) what you need is independence from the marriage and the tangle of emotions surrounding its end. If there ain’t no cure for love, there is a partial cure to love’s end–therapy. That may well include anti-depressant or mood elevating drugs dispensed by a therapist if needed or useful. Fall back on your friends of course. And meaningless sex if available and tolerable. Formulate a goal to be free of the emotional slavery to the end of the marriage, and treat the path to that freedom like you would a task at work or as you would evaluate a long ago war in a history book. Independence is a right and privilege you will have to work hard for, start with therapy.
• Are you financially able to deal with the obligations and/or lifestyle hit divorce may impose? The closer to yes, the more independent and less enslaved you are. I emphasize ability to deal rather than the best deal. The more you focus on ability to deal instead of ideal, the less enslaved you are. Like it or not, the best result in this damage control situation is moving on with the least pain if not a gain. Treating every concession you make as an indignity enslaves you, and if you have kids possibly hurts them, at least as much as it hurts your ex however richly (s)he might deserve the push back.
• If you are in a pitched divorce battle- ask yourself whether you or your ex and are ready to give up the connection that preceded the downfall of the marriage. Faced with its demise, you or (s)he may unconsciously be serving the need for that connection by being locked in battle. Counter-intuitive I know but I’ve witnessed it multiple times! It’s like the myth of the ancient Irish warrior Cuchulain fighting the ocean tide. A losing battle. If you’re fighting, ask yourself early and often, why are you fighting? If it’s because of raw anger rather than some necessary goal, try and declare independence from vengeful motives, which are themselves counter-productive and may subconsciously serve a bondage to the relationship that was. If you question and explore your motives, you may avoid being locked in–i.e. enslaved by–the need to bleed or draw blood caused by the void a dead marriage may leave in its wake.. And you could save a ton on legal fees too!

This Independence Day, see if you can focus on the fireworks that light up the sky rather than the kind that flare up in courtrooms. Independence may then take on a positive double-meaning in your divorce!

Editor’s note: This post originally appeared on The Huffington Post’s Divorce section as part of our regular contributions to their site. Keep checking back for more Sudden Bachelor on Huff Post.

A lesson I took away from my two divorces: learn to flip the accepted wisdom, no matter how accepted or instinctive it is. Socratic wisdom is the best and hardest kind: knowing what you don’t know. Try hard to choose that over accepted or instinctive choices. Here’s a start:

• Accepted wisdom: Get the best lawyer you can afford and come out swinging, especially if your spouse did something bad like cheat or lie.
• Real wisdom: mediate, mediate, mediate. No matter how aggrieved you are you will feel worse if you drag yourself down into bitter expensive litigation to ‘punish’ your spouse.
• Accepted wisdom: You must get the best divorce deal you can.
• Real wisdom. Overpay. Overgive. As long as you don’t seriously impair your ability to live, good will between spouses especially with kids involved, and avoiding the emotional turmoil of a protracted battle, is worth more than any money or possessions you would take away by haggling hard.
• Accepted wisdom: My pride has been crushed, screw that $%#% I’m mad as hell and I’m going to ride that puppy– because I have no choice.
• Real wisdom: Be more Gandhi than Genghis. Yes your anger is like a freight train if infidelity or other misbehavior is involved, and yes no words and no logic can right that any more than words or logic would have stopped you from loving and marrying the wrong person. But the scorched earth battle you need to fight is against your own instincts, not against your ex. You will be happier for it.
• Accepted wisdom: Divorce is failure and one or both of you should be ashamed of yourselves.
• Real Wisdom: Divorce is evolution. Whatever makes us think we can correctly make lifetime choices like marriage or career when we are, like, babies, even at 30? Without experience of being married the Catch 22 is it’s real hard to choose who to be married to. Admit life is trial and error, move on, evolve. Heresy I know but facts are stubborn things.
• Accepted Wisdom: The kids will get used to it, and are arguably better off without experiencing and ultimately modeling a bad marriage.
• Real wisdom: The kids will hate it. Even in extreme cases of spousal abuse the shattered marriage shatters their sense of stability and home. Does this mitigate against divorce? Yes but ultimately you have to make a very tough decision, whether to put your life and happiness before theirs, it’s that simple and heartbreaking. It’s not wrong to choose that. Just be aware that you will have to put a ton of effort into making your kids feel even marginally ok about it.

What I’m saying in a word is: flip flopping is a bad thing in politics, not necessarily in divorce. If you find a way to flip your natural reaction and the accepted wisdom about divorce as you go through it, you have a better shot at ending up, if not overjoyed, at least not destroyed.

We can’t get enough of Weinergate! The big question around these parts is – will Oscar Meyer end up a Sudden Bachelor? Here’s a post with some tips on how he can prevent the world of SB:

Condemning is easy; fixing is hard.

If Anthony Weiner and Huma Abedin came to my office this is what I’d do: First, I’d listen closely as they talked about how their marriage had been shattered by Mr. Weiner’s forays into salacious photographs and suggestive texts. Perhaps Ms. Abedin would express shock and betrayal, rage and sorrow. Mr. Weiner might talk about his guilt and shame. And the way the press was on a witch-hunt.

After conveying my sadness for their misery, I might tell them that in my clinical experience I’ve seen relationships where one partner has deeply betrayed another fall apart, and others be repaired. I’d ask them if they wanted to remain married. If Ms. Abedin said “It’s over,” Mr. Weiner might be disoriented, crestfallen, and even desperate.

“I think there are two kinds of “It’s over,” I’d say to Ms. Abedin. “In the first, it is over — one or both people have given up on the relationship and nothing can be done to save it. All bridges to reconciliation have been burned and hopelessness sabotages any wish to preserve the relationship.” Read the full post here.

Pinking- Penis thinking

No news here.  We know guys think with their penises, leading us down the road to ruin again and again from the launch of a thousand ships to Weiner’s wiener.  Here’s the thing- Weiner’s approach to penile cogitation is an object lesson- on HOW TO DO IT!  In other words how to avoid sudden bachelorhood notwithstanding the waggish ways of your wiener.

What Weiner did was harmless.  Lying about it was not.  As is so often the case in courtrooms and careers, it’s the lie that does you in, not the act.  So men who are married and being led astray by your wiener?  Try virtual sex.  Openly.  Ideally with spousal permission.  In at least some marriages, if virtual sex substitutes for actual a couple nights a week it may be a welcome respite from nightly sexual expectations from horny husbands?  Or- it may be a good predicate to hot sex, you shop online but you buy at home?  Whatever that saying is.

Will you get spousal permission to have virtual sex?  Probably not, because no one can accept that the wiener will have its way regardless of what we say.  So the alternative- if the choice is between an actual tryst or a virtual one (i.e. you are just another guy with weak will when it comes to the wiener) is the virtual one.  If you get caught, own up immediately.  Is this worse than jerking off with a copy of penthouse?  Yes, but not all that much.  Am I engaging in pinking?  You bet.

Editor’s note: This post comes from our pal Katie, who is a marketing coordinator for Food Service Warehouse.

When it comes to cooking, you may be miles away from being the next Wolfgang Puck. And let’s be honest: your friends (and any lady friends in your life) probably prefer it that way. Still, as an emerging, independent and self-sufficient adult male, the ability to hold your own in the kitchen is one of those things you can’t afford to put off forever. As awesome as it sounds to live off of Top Ramen and Kraft Macaroni and Cheese for the rest of your life, those days should have ended after you left college.

This guide offers six must-have kitchen supplies to get you started on the right foot. We promise that these simple items will give you the opportunity to start cooking up meals like the pros…or at least a little better than you were before.  And hey, you may even impress someone along the way.

1. Chef’s Knife

Every kitchen needs a reliable knife, and a chef’s knife is a good place to start. A good chef’s knife has a blade at least eight inches long made of carbon steel or stainless steel, or an amalgam of the two. Choose a forged knife over a stamped knife, since it pays to invest in something that will last—especially if this is your only kitchen knife. Be sure to hand-wash your chef’s knife to keep it in prime condition.

2. Cutting Board

No use for a chef’s knife unless you have the right surface to cut on. Cutting boards help save your countertops from nicks, and they also provide a food-safe surface that can extend the length of your cutting utensils. Cutting boards come in plastic or wood varieties of all shapes and sizes. Select wood if you prefer a heavy board with a natural look. However, plastic cutting boards are generally easier to clean and less likely to harbor bacteria. It is even more preferable to select several different cutting boards that you can use for different types of foods, which will go the extra mile to prevent cross-contamination. No salmonella here!

3. Non-Stick Skillet

Not only are these babies incredibly versatile, but they are more forgiving than cast iron or aluminum. For your go-to frying pan, choose the non-stick variety. The slick and durable material will last for years when properly cared for. Plus, you can cook everything from pancakes and bacon to chicken breasts and pork tenderloin.

4. Corkscrew

Even if you consider yourself more of a beer drinker, it is essential to have a corkscrew on hand. Occasions in which you might need it—like a romantic dinner for two, or impressing your parents the next time they come to town—are important enough to keep this tool close at hand. Plus, practicing with your own corkscrew ensures that when the time comes, you’ll know how to use one.

5. Grill Set

Yes, maybe this is a bit of a stretch. But, owning a grill set means you have the tongs, the turner, a grill brush, and maybe even a meat thermometer for those times when you need to double check your chicken. You may even be able to use some of these items in your kitchen. And let’s face it: knowing your way around a grill instantly upgrades your overall cooking ability. Having the right tools is a good place to start.

6. Bacon

No one said that food wasn’t allowed in this list. Chances are you already have a package of bacon (or two or three) occupying the top shelf of your refrigerator. Not only is bacon the king of breakfast meats, it is actually pretty versatile. Cook up some bacon and crumble it on a salad. Add chunks of thick-cut bacon to your next batch of Bolognese sauce. You could even try your hand at a bacon martini, if you are really creative. The goodness of bacon can do no wrong.

Editor’s note: This post comes from Maria Bastet  - a hair removal enthusiast who blogs on all topics concerning the subject. You can find more of her articles located HairRemoval.org.

Chest hair is a good thing. It sets you apart from the effeminate bodies of the 98-pound weaklings on the beach. It’s an evolutionary fact: women are attracted to men who exhibit higher levels of testosterone, and chest hair is one of the main ways you show it. (Thick facial hair can be, too, but that ebbs and flows. Rather than a full beard, you may be better off with a moustache. Hey, it’s worked for Tom Selleck all these years, right?)

That evolutionary impulse has its limitations, however. Hair where it’s not supposed to be – on the back, for example – pushes potential mates away. The lesson here is this: if you want to meet girls at the beach this summer, get rid of that rug on your back.

So, how do you do it? Well, if you’ve seen 40 Year-Old Virgin, you know that waxing isn’t just for women anymore. Waxing works like this:

1. Spread a thin layer of hot wax material over your back hair.
2. Apply a cloth strip to the wax.
3. Rip it off in a quick fashion.
4. Scream like the little schoolgirl you are.
5. Repeat every 2-8 weeks.

Sure, there are similar methods that use things like honey and sugar, but trust me, it’s still not a sweet process. It hurts like hell, and has to be done every few weeks.

There are chemical peels that you can use, too. Some guys will have a severe rash as a result. You can shave, of course, but unless you’re only going to the beach for a single day, this is probably the dumbest way to handle it.

You can also look at more aggressive back hair solutions. There are things like electrolysis and laser removal. Laser hair removal tends to be cheaper than you might think. It also takes several sessions, so if you want to get some sweet beach time in without looking like a medieval rug dealer slogging your wares on your back, you should get moving on it now.

Seriously, dude. Don’t wind up finding your pic on Facebook in front of a “no bears allowed on beach” sign. Competition is stiff in the sand, and that back hair is going to send the message that either you don’t care how you look, or you’re too stupid to realize just how unattractive that back hair is. Either way, those beach babes are going home with someone else.

Obviously, this week’s SB of the week (in waiting) is Anthony “Big” Weiner.  Is it me or is there a spate of “what were they thinking” political and other celebrity meltdowns lately?  This one, at least as much as the others, clearly warrants the Seth and Amy SNL “really” treatment.

• Rep Weiner-  you watch TV and read the papers?  And you saw Vidder, Ensign, Christopher Lee all have their moments on hot coals because of their indiscretions, yet you felt you were immune?   Really?
• You continued the bizarre penile exposure tweets, etc. both before and AFTER your brand new marriage.  Really?
• You went on a frenetic media binge this last week to deny the allegations thereby frosting the cake of your self-immolation when there was NO WAY you could  escape the coming home to roost of those tweets to at least 6 different people.  Really??

We could debate for a long time whether lying to the public is an act warranting resignation.  As the pundits have been noting all week, Clinton never would have been elected, Vidder would not still be in office, in fact as one commentator said last night, Washington would be a “ghost town” if everyone who lied in public had to resign.  Same as the courtrooms of America if lawyers couldn’t lie.  Ever notice how many politicians are lawyers?  But I digress, being one myself it’s better not to throw stones from this glass house.

All I can say is, you will never go broke betting on the derailing effect of our sexual proclivities at all levels of life.  It’s very lucky if your sexual tastes tend toward sex with your monogamous partner.  But if not, whether you are in a committed relationship or no, the power of those demons will, for a certain percentage of us, form cracks in and ultimately blow through the walls of the supposed fortress of our marriages.   Not to mention careers- especially in politics where everyone from professionals to tweens armed only with an iPhone is digging for dirt 24-7.

Sure Weinergate is a cautionary tale.   (B.t.w. can we just finally STOP calling everything “GATE”??  It’s been like 40 years already since the original “gate” and there’s no gate, anywhere, relating to anything anymore!?)

But unfortunately, like some instructive story we were read when we were kids, most of us aren’t going to remember the Jiminy Cricket punch line at the moment of truth and we are all doomed to repeat our mistakes and those of others, particularly in the sexual arena.  Sex rules, reason drools, and so- regrettably, watch this space for the next sex-fueled initiation into sudden bachelorhood!

Hey Sudden Bachelors (& Bachelorettes)

I don’t know if you guys missed me, but I really did miss you! I apologize for being gone for so long, but I was going through a few “processes” in my personal and professional life. On May 1st, I officially retired from my “job” as a police officer. Everyone I’ve told has been shocked … “You’ve got 20 years in already?!” No … 11 years. In a nutshell, I took advantage of a situation and decided it best for myself to walk away from law enforcement. So, I guess that makes me somewhat an “Occupationally” Sudden Bachelor!

I just ended an 11 year relationship with a job I loved, but in the long run was eating me up inside. Not too very long after I got myself off the street and working inside, I began to see a change. I began to see a change in my demeanor with people in general and my wife in particular. In my mind’s eye I began to see myself as I was in uniform, and I because I wasn’t wearing that uniform anymore, I didn’t have to be that man anymore. And because I stopped being that man, the new man I became is one who doesn’t take so much so seriously. From January to May, I actually lost 25 pounds! Basically, there were some things that I realized I just had to care a little less about. I had to reorganize a few of my priorities.

Having said that … Let’s move forward! As “Sudden Bachelors (& Bachelorettes), isn’t that what we have to do anyway? In the words of Ray Bradbury said, “Living at risk is jumping off the cliff and building your wings on the way down.”

So, you have my word that you will hear from me more moving forward. Allow me to share with you a video of a speech I gave to an assembly of high school students last week.

Take Care & God Bless,
Harold S. Reed, Jr.
(Your “Motiv-ACTIONal” Speaker)

Click here to view the embedded video.

Sudden bachelor of the week.  Let’s see.  Arnold.  Dominique.  Arnold.  Dominique.  Well, I have to go with Arnold.  Firstly because- a BACHELOR named DOMINIQUE!  Sorry, cheap shot.  Secondly, well OK, let’s split the difference.

Arnold- You have to give the sperminator credit for flawless timing and very non-blind ambition.  Wow, letting this worst kept secret come out officially minutes after he left office?  Cold doesn’t do it justice.  I mean, we here at SB are usually just a tad biased toward the male point of view but it’s really hard to defend this one unless you are just bowled over with admiration for steely eyed Austro-Hungarian lust for power (in addition to just plan lust) at all costs.  One thing’s for sure- at least no one will end up on the skids due to this split-up!

Dominique?  Clearly not worthy of the feminine name.  Takeaway?  Power of the penis over politics and prudence.  And if that’s not enough alliteration, his prurient pathetic power-mad play for p—– (rhymes with stussy) at the peak of his political power can only be said to be- par for the course for people at his level of prominence, though over the top even by that measure.  Nothing like a week at Rikers to cool your ardor I guess.  My suggestion for where Dom should go into exile after whatever fate awaits him?  Thailand!

It almost makes you feel sorry for the perpetrators.  I mean, sex is awesome but for these guys, it’s like- a chasm that can never be filled?  Sorry.  Big SB news week anyway!

With the impending divorce of Schwarzenegger and Shriver comes the intersection of marriage and politics.  Not for the first time, of course, there is politics in marriage, and lots of marriage in politics.  For starters, he married a Kennedy.

Here’s another common ground: there should be term limits.  It’s been accepted in politics, it’s time to consider it for marriage.

What?  Am I suggesting that “til death do us part” be replaced by “til 20 years from the date of marriage?”  Why, yes, I am.  Is it because I have been divorced twice?  Why, yes it is, at least in part.

Here’s the thing.   Marriage has a hypnotic effect on us the same way love does.  Love is a drug, someday there will be scientific studies breaking down the chemicals it produces in our brains which basically overtake all of the other chemicals and render our sense and sight basically useless.  All stemming from a Darwinian biological imperative which necessitates that procreation be priority 1, and first comes love, then….  You know the rest.  That’s at least my highly unscientific opinion having fallen fast and hard a few times and still scratching my head over why and the life-changing consequences.

Marriage is the offshoot of love.  Because love is possessive, marriage is exclusive.  Because love is intense and we never ever want to lose it, marriage is forever.  I won’t dwell on the exclusive part since, well, it can be debated and I’m not an advocate of open marriage notwithstanding the constant breaches of the security fence marriage is supposed to erect.  So to speak.

But if the exclusivity component of marriage is under constant bombardment by those pesky things, facts, the longevity component is nearly down for the count and someday we will need to come to terms with the fact that, if half or more marriages are not forever, then what’s the alternative?

The analogous question, what is the alternative, has been asked of democracy itself, the elected government from which the term limits concept springs.  Churchill answered, “Democracy is the worst form of government known to man except all the other forms.”  For longterm hopefully monogamous relationships, same for marriage.  It’s the best we have come up with.  But that doesn’t mean that after thousands of years of the same basic thing (unless you are Muslim or Mormon, they have injected some variants into it admittedly), it can’t be improved.

Term limits.  Based on my experience and that of my many friends and the people we read about who have gone through divorce, we can stop head scratching so much about what causes a marriage to go south.  Is it that love has a half life and simply ends?  Is it eventually that the sameness of sex with the same person night after night wears thin?  Is it that we neglect our partners in the raising of children and the pursuit of careers?  Temptation from others?  It’s all of the above and more.

Why not just admit, it’s never more than a gamble.  For starters we often make the marriage decision when we are least capable of making lifelong decisions, same way we decide on careers during or barely out of college.  What do we know when we are 25?  A LOT less than we think we do.

Socratic wisdom, knowing what you don’t know?  That doesn’t come, usually, until at least one divorce and a near-bankruptcy experience, having your kid’s lawyer on speed dial, etc. etc.  You need to get beat up a bit by the world to know that you really don’t now much.  Because I like beach glass I like to think that, like a sharp piece of glass on the beach, we become worn to beautiful translucent beach glass, and in human form develop at least a modicum of doubt about decision making which carries the assumption or goal of “forever” with it.

So what we do is: 20 year terms.  You can agree differently by negotiation of the mandatory pre-nup (yes, again, more completely non-romantic strictures).  But the fallback is 20 years.  That’ll to my mind approximately capture the eras of your adult life.  The first era- 25 to 45 say, the ‘building’ phase where you have kids and build a career.

With the mandatory either divorce or renewal of vows at the dawn of midlife, you capture the midlife crisis, but it’s no longer a crisis.  It’s an expectation.  Yes, I will chuck my 20 year marriage at 45.  And if I don’t want to divorce, if I make it a goal to renew the vows at 45- well then it’s an act of will, an intention, not just an idle expectation which is at least 50-50 likely to be dashed.

So longterm marriages after the 20 year term limit become an act of renewal instead of resignation or fighting our true wants.

And if divorce is the result, it’s no longer a lawyerfest.  It’s all dealt with, the prenup spells it out with a formula devised by the same legislation that created the term limits, different tiers of support at different income levels and number of kids, 50-50 division of assets, etc.  All of which can be varied by prenup, but it’s spelled out and avoids at least some of the gross inefficiencies not to mention emotional and financial desolation which is modern Western style divorce.

If marriage is a contract with a term limit, I would argue that more, not less romance is the result.  How?  Because in the end, marriage is a legal construct, it lives by the sword of the law and often dies by that sword, often by a thousand cuts of the legal system.  Once the legalities are as tied down as they can be up front, romance can bloom because you don’t need to think about it as much.  When you near the 20 year mark, you either plan for separation, or plan for a new wedding!

Expectations are everything.  In almost every aspect of life.  Expect the best, expect Nirvana in marriage, you may well be disappointed by the daily indignities ranging from underwear on the floor to yelling matches in restaurants to- well, the possibilities are endless.  Expect forever, well, you are going to be aggrieved, angry, shocked, surprised, and then fastened onto by voracious lawyers like pitbulls fastening onto your ankles.  Expect a term of together, well, then you are ready for the worst and perhaps energized and excited by the best, a relationship that actually does stand the test of time.