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Dads eat for baby, too

Monkey fathers-to-be pack on pounds during their mates' pregnancies.

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Men may never understand morning sickness or the need to urinate every five minutes, but a new study shows that some male monkey species might be able to relate to those strange pregnancy cravings. The report, picked up in New Scientist, found that male common marmosets and cotton-top tamarins gained on average an extra 10 percent of their body weight during their mates’ pregnancies.

But it’s not a show of solidarity. (“I’m here for you, babe. Pass the chips and guacamole!”) The fathers need the extra energy to deal with their new offspring, explain scientists studying the parental weight patterns of the squirrel-size, monogamous primates at the University of Wisconsin at Madison National Primate Research Center. And these dads do pitch in: The male monkeys tote their babies — which are born in pairs and at about 20 percent of their adult weight — around on their backs.

Researchers found that the males actually gained more weight than the females and put it on earlier in the pregnancy; the mothers-to-be fattened up during the final weeks of gestation (five months for marmosets and six months for tamarins).

The males didn’t get access to extra food, so researchers attribute the extra padding to a surge in their production of prolactin — the same hormone that makes females produce milk — about halfway during their mates’ pregnancies. And that may kick in all those protective paternal instincts. Apparently, bird fathers with higher levels of the hormone feed their chicks more often.

But since the findings apply only to our monkey brethren, it’s too soon to know if male humans experience the same changes. (The article quotes another scientist saying that prolactin doesn’t necessarily cause male humans to plump up, and it’s hard to compare levels in good and bad fathers.)

In the meantime, future dads of America, have some more Buffalo wings. Your family needs you!

New plastic surgery magazine cuts to the chase

Skin Deep asks: "Mirror mirror on the wall, what to fix first?"

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This is a fun one to leave in the guest bathroom: A new magazine called Skin Deep that is all about you and plastic surgery.

The New York Post yesterday reported on the glossy’s nationwide debut, following two previous issues that were released in test markets. The quarterly’s editor in chief, Jeannette Martello, who’s a practicing plastic surgeon herself, claims the mag is supposed to convey the gravity of surgery.

“A lot of people are being maimed, scarred and even killed because they’re not getting the proper information. They think it’s as easy as getting their hair or nails done,” she tells the Post. “We tell people what the complications are — whether it’s nerve damage or skin loss or belly-button death.” (That’s apparently from a bad tummy tuck.)

So here’s what we can learn from the 160-page winter issue:

– Confessions of a collagen-injection addict

– How new mothers can use cosmetic procedures to repair their bodies after childbirth

– How to fill in facial wrinkles with a technique using your own fat. (That, strangely enough, could be a win-win.)

There’s also an interview with model Carol Alt on eating raw foods and articles on teeth whitening, laser hair removal, ultrasonic liposuction, brow lifts, pinky toe tucks (who knew?) and what men really think about breast implants from a plastic surgery patient advocate. (Gee, in a plastic surgery mag, I wonder if they like them just fine but just hope their women get them from respected board-certified plastic surgeons, like the ones who are responsible for the bulk of the editorial content.)

Surely, any education about surgery options and descriptions of what they actually do to you when the nice anesthesiologist says, “See you soon!” after pumping a syringe into your I.V. is welcome. But it’s laughable that this could be a serious treatment of a scarily runaway industry. The article “Breast Reduction: For All the Right Reasons” does not give me hope.

What Skin Deep does give me is too much information about all the procedures I can get done to my body that I didn’t even know existed. That’s why I studied my brows in the mirror this morning and took a good, honest look at my little toes. Thankfully, they’re all right where they should be.

In this case, ignorance may be bliss.

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A new low in honor killings

Pakistan grapples with a particularly gruesome case.

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So-called honor killings are a devastating fact of life in Pakistan, but a case last week was so gruesome it rocked the country. The Associated Press reports that Nazir Ahmed, a 40-year-old laborer, was arrested after confessing to killing his 25-year-old stepdaughter because he thought she had committed adultery. Ahmed then slit the throats of his three daughters, ages 8, 7 and 4, as a supposed preventative measure so they wouldn’t repeat their sisters behavior when they grew up. And if all that isn’t horrible enough, he also made his wife watch the killings. “I thought the younger girls would do what their eldest sister had done, so they should be eliminated,” he told the AP. “We are poor people and we have nothing else to protect but our honor.”

More than 260 honor killings were documented by the independent Human Rights Commission of Pakistan during the first 11 months of 2005, down from 580 reported in 2004. The AP quotes a government source who attributes the drop to the passage of a law last year that made honor killings punishable by a minimum of 10 years in prison and a maximum of death by hanging. However, the commission’s director, Kamla Hyat, says that the laws have made no real difference, since more than half of the cases that make it to court are settled by payments from the killers’ relatives to the victims’ families. “Women are treated as property and those committing crimes against them do not get punished,” she told the AP. The story also explains that police are often hesitant to prosecute honor killings at all, since they are often regarded as family disputes.

While the downward trend in honor killings is hopeful news, the fact that Ahmed justified slicing the throats of his daughters to prevent future shame on his family is downright terrifying. The last thing Pakistani women need is for the definition of “honor killing” to be expanded.

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American Girl vows to “Save Girlhood”

The doll retailer's new ad campaign laments that girls are growing up too fast.

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Here’s a bit of good news for parents sick of shopping for those tarty little Bratz dolls for their 6-year-olds. (Aren’t those knee-high platform boots and sparkly micro-minis the cutest?) American Girl, seller of historical-themed dolls and books, is testing an advertising campaign called “Save Girlhood” that aims to restore wholesome to an oversexualized youth culture more familiar with all things “ho.” That’s according to an article earlier this week on AdAge.com by James B. Arndorfer.

“Save unicorns. Save dreams. Save rainbows. Save girlhood,” flash the campaign buttons for the site www.Savegirlhood.com. The copy reads: “The way we see it, girls are growing up too fast. From every angle, today’s girls are bombarded by influences pushing them toward womanhood at too early an age — at the expense of their innocence, their playfulness, their imagination.”

The site shows precocious girls uttering fake testimonials, such as “In the next seven years, sales of puppy stickers and fuzzy pens could drop 85 percent” and “By 2010, only 2% of girls will dot their i’s with a smiley face.” (Now that would be a tragedy!) It also includes suggestions for games and shopping links, as well as tips for parents on dealing with bullies and how to talk to their daughters about feelings and body image.

The campaign is a refreshing salvo in the ongoing battle to make the merchandise hawked to children actually appropriate for their ages. Meet some of the American Girls: Elizabeth Cole, from colonial Virginia, takes lessons in dancing, penmanship, stitchery and serving tea. Kaya is a Nez Perce girl from the 18th century, who loves riding her horse and hanging out with her blind sister. (In contrast, the popular Bratz chicks in the “Step Out!” series look like they’re trolling for guys to buy them appletinis in their midriff-baring baby doll tops and painted-on jeans.)

The article says the campaign is unusual for the American Girl brand, which relies mostly on catalogs and television shows to fuel a “cultural phenomenon” that last year accounted for nearly $380 million in sales. It’s an effort by corporate parent Mattel to deal with slower sales of Barbie, who is still a superficial label-monger but not a total slut yet. (See South Beach and Dooney & Bourke Barbies.)

American Girl is certainly tapping into a growing parental unease about the selling of sex to a younger and younger population. Arndorfer quotes Daniel Thomas Cook, an advertising professor at the University of Illinois who studies children as consumers: “They’re responding to kids getting older younger. There’s almost a sense of moral panic.” (Lest they go unchallenged, however, as Broadsheet reported last month, some Christian groups called for a boycott because the company is linked with Girls Inc., a youth organization that supports abortion rights and advocates acceptance of lesbians.)

Broadsheet applauds the Save Girlhood campaign — even if it makes us nostalgic for scratch ‘n’ sniff stickers and reevaluate owning a pony. Girls these days should hang onto their ‘hood as long as possible. As soon as they turn 8, they can shop at Abercrombie & Fitch. According to Alex Kuczynski in Thursday’s New York Times Style section, the new teen clothier flagship on Fifth Avenue looks like a “sprawling nightclub of a place with muscled young men standing guard at the front entrance.”

Bring on the fuzzy pens.

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The bronzed and the beautiful

Like all pasty-white chicks, I thought I could only dream of wearing a white bikini and gold lam

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The bronzed and the beautiful

I am a pasty-white chick. Sure, I take pride in my fair complexion. But no matter which way you spin it — alabaster, ivory, porcelain — I am the color of chowder.

I want more from life. I want to wear white bikinis and gold lamé sandals and grease my bronzed cheeks with silvery body shimmer. I want to amuse my friends by pretending to grab my sunglasses whenever a less fortunate, pale person walks by. I want to devour Angelina Jolie’s makeup tips. I want a tan.

It doesn’t help that I grew up in a Southern California beach town, where my high school peers matched their sun protection factor with their miniskirt size and where my own attempts at pigment permutation bordered on the sadistic. (I burned. I peeled. I burned again.)

Well, give away my Wednesday-afternoon therapy slot! I just found my savior, and it’s called Neutrogena’s Build-a-Tan Gradual Sunless Tanning Lotion!

Sure, I’d heard about fake bakes before, but the thought of turning into a streaky, orange mess has always frightened me. But when a particularly vain friend told me of his success with Build-a-Tan, I hotfooted it to Duane Reade, plunked down my $9 and smeared the lotion on my face and neck. (The directions recommend that you exfoliate first, but since I never leave the house with gratuitous skin flakes anyway, I was already one step ahead.) About two hours later, I saw that unmistakable glow emerge. I looked amazing. By the next afternoon, I had slathered the rest of my body, secured blond highlights and bought two new lip glosses. Lost Brazilian tourists were asking me for directions.

The advantage of Build-a-Tan is that you don’t go from sickly to swarthy in one fell swoop. Rather, you slowly darken with each application. But I was barely the hue of Golden Grahams when I began draping white scarves around my head and practicing sultry pouts in the mirror.

Since then, every once in a while that annoying little voice in my head speaks up — and warns me that I am at risk for getting sucked into a world of false values that would have me nipped, tucked and Botoxed by the time I am 40; that I need to come to my senses and realize that my “hint of color” is fleeting and will fade within a week; that I need to recognize that Build-a-Tan cannot heal adolescent trauma and make me whole. I have to do that myself.

“Oh, shut the hell up,” I tell it. “I’m having too much fun.” For the first time, I don’t have to be that dorky, dough-colored 15-year-old on the beach. I, too, can enjoy the tanned life. For less than $10, that is a deal.

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Object Lust subjects are chosen solely on the discretion — and unabashed enthusiasm — of the writer. No product manufacturers are paying for this feature.

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Before we hook up, please sign this

In an effort to stem sexual harassment suits, more and more companies are insisting that office paramours sign "love contracts" -- even before any collegial coitus takes place. Is climbing over the cube worth the aggravation?

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Before we hook up, please sign this

Christine Barney doesn’t know who brought up the idea first. All she remembers is that a few years ago she and a male colleague, Robert Gill, stopped in a deli for lunch on a car trip to visit a client, and one of them casually mentioned that it would be fun to do something outside of work — as in “Maybe we could go to the movies sometime soon,” she says.

So Barney, who was the managing partner of a public relations firm in Miami, did what any recently divorced woman in a two-year dating drought would do. She ran straight to her business partner, Bruce Rubin, and told him that she and Gill, the company’s senior writer, were thinking of dating. “I wanted to make sure it was above board,” says Barney, now 41.

But Rubin wasn’t thrilled about the idea of Barney mixing love and work, especially with a subordinate. So he ran straight to his lawyer, who explained that the potential lovebirds just needed to sign an agreement stating that their fraternizing was consensual.

Never mind that Barney and Gill had yet to hold hands, kiss or exchange goo-goo eyes. Barney told Gill that before they even planned their first date, he needed to sign a so-called love contract to release the company from any legal claims if things turned ugly. “This is really uncomfortable,” he told her as he picked up a pen.

He signed. She sighed. They picked a film. Now, they’re married and have a 7-month-old son. They even still work together at another company that Barney heads. “It was awkward,” she admits. “He had to sit down in front of my partner and say that I wasn’t harassing him.”

“I didn’t even know these things existed,” says Rubin of what are formally known as “consensual relationship agreements.” “Once they signed the document, I felt much better as a manager. You have to protect your business from litigation.”

Love contracts may enable legally safe sex in the workplace, but they’re about as romantic as nooky in the office supply room. In the typical progression of a relationship — from establishing exclusivity to meeting family to saying “I love you” — where exactly does “We must sign this legal document so we can protect our company in case I freak out and make your life a living hell” fit in?

Here’s how they’re supposed to work: Once you and a co-worker become an item, you declare your status to a supervisor, who sprints to human resources, which then calls legal. Then you and your “more than a friend” sign a document claiming that you are in a consensual relationship and are not being sexually harassed. The contract also states that if you do begin to feel uncomfortable, you agree to follow company reporting procedures. (Your employer then has to investigate and deal with the issue.) “This isn’t in lieu of a sexual harassment policy,” says Jeff Tanenbaum, chairman of the labor practice group at the law firm Nixon Peabody in San Francisco. “This is an additional tool that employers can use to prevent harassment.” Finally, you agree to behave professionally in the office and at corporate events and try not to nauseate your co-workers on a regular basis.

No hard figures exist on the number of love contracts, but Dennis Powers, an attorney and professor of business law at Southern Oregon University, estimates a few thousand are written annually. While a small number of companies have tried banning dating by co-workers outright, most don’t attempt to enforce an impossible rule in hormone-charged cube farms, and so some turn to love contracts for protection from six-figure damages awards in sexual harassment cases.

Tanenbaum, who has written more than 100 love contracts for companies ranging from Fortune 500 firms to mom and pops, says he has seen a steady increase over the past decade. He usually receives a run of phone calls from skittish managers whenever a high-profile sexual harassment case hits the news. Even the Bill Clinton-Monica Lewinsky scandal was good for business. “It wasn’t even an issue of harassment, but I got a lot of phone calls from people asking, ‘How do you handle sexual relations in the office?’” he says.

Tanenbaum’s first request came in the late 1980s from a senior executive at a high-tech company, who was dating a subordinate and freaked out when he read a newspaper story about a manager in a similar situation being accused of harassment and discrimination when the relationship soured. After joking that he needed couples therapy, not legal counseling, Tanenbaum whipped out an agreement saying that the executive’s lover believed the relationship was consensual and that she would complain to human resources if she felt differently. “She got a great laugh out of it and signed it,” he says.

But labor lawyer Andrew Marks of the New York law firm Littler Mendelson says love contracts aren’t just for underlings anymore. He has advised clients to ask all dating co-workers (equal or otherwise) to sign them at the first whiff of romance. And if the smitten couple won’t come forward, managers have an obligation to ask them to sign a contract. “It’s not unusual for damages awards for sexual harassment to reach $250,000,” he says. “Clients need to be more vigilant. If the risk is greater, the preventative measures should be greater.” Marks had one case in which the parties denied they were even dating. But he drafted a contract anyway and had them sign it to acknowledge they were aware of company reporting procedures — just in case. Even though it may be difficult for equals to claim possible harassment, one member of a co-worker couple could claim he or she had to work in a hostile environment and could blame the employer for ignoring the problem. “Once it’s reported, the company would have to address it,” says Marks. “Then you can hold them accountable.” But if the employees sign a document promising to come forward, they can’t claim later that they didn’t know there was a policy. “You’re building your defense,” he says.

“That’s like an office prenup!” squawked Brette, 30, of Long Island, N.Y., who had never heard of love contracts until she was asked about them for this story. (She did not want her last name published.) Brette, who recently had a secret affair with an assistant at a film production company in Los Angeles, laughed at the idea of signing one. “It’s really inappropriate for your company or boss to be involved in your love life,” she says, adding that the legal part wouldn’t have bothered her — she just wouldn’t have wanted everyone at work to know whom she was sleeping with.

Tanenbaum thinks love contracts should be used only as a last resort, especially when the lovers’ relationship drama is distracting them and disturbing everyone else in the office. “My advice to clients is that a relationship that people have is none of your business,” Tanenbaum says. “The moment it affects their work, it’s your business.”

That’s why he recommends using contracts only when trouble arises (poor performance, favoritism, hurling staplers across cubicles, sneaking off into the coat closet). They’re also useful for reinforcing a little workplace decorum. Once, Tanenbaum handled a case for a company where a couple was discovered going at it in the stairwell. “It was a little embarrassing for the folks involved,” he says, laughing. So he wrote in the contract, “You need to behave professionally in the workplace.” He purposefully leaves the language vague so the parties can’t claim that certain behaviors — say, foot massages — weren’t included. However, for one extra-affectionate couple at another company, he had to spell it out what “professionally” meant — as in no holding hands, kissing, hugging, touching in a sexual manner or engaging in suggestive gestures or speech. “They were fondling each other in the hallway,” he says.

Tanenbaum has written up contracts for heterosexuals, gays, married people having affairs and even a threesome. “Yep, it was a ménage à trois,” says Tanenbaum in a tone that dares anyone to doubt employment law isn’t sexy. “They were hanging out, being touchy-feely in the break room. We just reminded them how to behave in the workplace.”

But whatever their content or context, some lawyers think they’re pointless. Love contracts are unlikely to hold up in court, insists Robin Bond, an employment lawyer based in Philadelphia, who also writes a blog about workplace issues, including office romances. “These aren’t enforceable legal documents — there’s no precedent,” she explains, adding that they could only be useful in showing someone’s state of mind at the beginning of a relationship. “They’re more like informed-consent documents. It’s all about CYA,” she says, using the acronym for “Cover your ass.”

“It’s overkill,” adds James Bucking, a labor attorney with Foley Hoag in Boston. He prefers that clients address possible favoritism by including romantic relationships in a company’s general conflict of interest policy. (That’s in addition to a sexual harassment policy, which most companies already have.) And juries are often skeptical of claims of coerced long-term relationships anyway. “In other words, you can’t date for a year, then say it’s a forced relationship,” he says. “It’s either a forced relationship or it isn’t.”

They may seem prudent, but such contracts can have unintended consequences by giving companies too much information. Could a white woman later claim she was unjustly fired because the company didn’t approve of her dating an African-American man? What about same-sex couples or extramarital affairs? “The company may not want to know these things,” says Bucking. “You’re creating more problems than you solve.”

The growing popularity of the contracts may be the result of unwarranted managers’ paranoia, says Powers at Southern Oregon University, who is also the author of “The Office Romance: Playing With Fire Without Getting Burned.” He argues that sexual harassment claims stemming from consensual relationships aren’t that common. “The evidence does not support their fears,” he says. Besides, a well-run company with good ombudsmen can manage messy romances without bringing in lawyers. “It’s important to take love contracts with a grain of salt,” he says. “They’re not an absolute cure-all.”

They’re not always an effective deterrent, either. Dozens of people interviewed for this story didn’t know whether their companies had dating policies, and the common understanding was that splashing in the company inkwell wasn’t the best idea anyway.

According to Powers, only few companies dare to have blanket nonfraternization polices, such as “You date, you’re fired,” he says. A 2003 American Management Association survey of nearly 400 members shows that only one company in eight had written guidelines on dating, and those usually covered dating between superiors and subordinates. (Commonly, policies require that one member of the boss-underling couple transfer to another department or leave the company.) Also, two-thirds of managers and executives said it’s fine to date someone from work (mostly equal co-workers), and 30 percent had done so.

Institutional approval aside, it may just be too hard to fight that feeling. Studies show that people who come in repeated contact become attracted to each other. In a 2005 survey by CareerBuilder.com of more than 1,300 workers, more than half said they have dated a colleague, and 14 percent admitted to dating the boss. Nearly a third said they have had an office romance twice or more.

Of course, other factors, such as long hours, gender equality, delayed marriage and group projects, help create ripe conditions for workplace lovin’. Plus, throw in a few drinks after work. “It’s like, ‘Hello?’” says Powers. “Companies shouldn’t be so surprised people pair off.” Also, given the fact that colleagues become friends, tend to share similar values and goals and have plenty of office gossip to yak about, the office may be an ideal hunting ground. In a recent Vault.com survey of more than 600 workers, 22 percent said they had found their spouse or significant other on the job. “People who are working together and having shared experiences have a better likelihood of long-term relationships [than they would from] getting sloshed-drunk at some bar or playing Internet roulette on some Web site,” says Powers.

So if you’ve found true love, what’s a minor detail like a love contract? That’s not the problem, complains Art, 36, who works at a financial services firm in Manhattan (and did not want his last name used). The real danger is that contracts could threaten perfectly good but meaningless office flings by forcing a relationship status. One has to prematurely ask, “Is she contractworthy?”

Take Art’s most recent adventure, for example. He invited a hot new co-worker out for drinks one night, and although they hooked up a couple of times, he didn’t see a long-term relationship in the cards. “She was just a little off, like she did too many drugs,” he explains. “And she didn’t read much.”

He brushed off their affair as casual, but she wanted more. “She wanted to be dating,” he explains. So he cut it off completely and suffered through a few more awkward months until he joined another company. Luckily, says Art, he was never asked to sign anything. “That would have implied to her that I wanted to pursue something long term and exclusive,” he says. “Then when, a week later, you don’t want to date anymore, you look like an ass because you signed this thing.”

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