I often get a post-meal pooch, especially after I’ve shoved down, say, a foot-long hoagie. The bloated, pregnancy looking pouch that used to be my stomach is a phenomenon commonly referred to as a “food baby.” Sometimes I call mine “the bagel” because if I squeeze it, it looks like a bagel. I know this is something women love to joke about to assuage their guilt after totally pigging out or to express their discomfort at having to unbutton their pants after an eating marathon.
But, apparently, “food babies”are a real problem for some. Keep reading »
My life is more complete knowing that humans tweet as much as they f**k. I actually find that to be a very important sex fact. As is the staggering revelation that pigs orgasms last for an average of 30 minutes. WHAT? [Pr0n Provider] Keep reading »
You know, Liza Minnelli is not typically what I would consider “on brand” for The Frisky, but when Terry Richardson photographs her in thigh-high leather boots, legs open and flippin’ the bird, I make an exception. [Terry's Diary] Keep reading »
Back when I was in high school, I was pretty high maintenance (even though I didn’t have a job). My brows were groomed every two weeks. My acrylic-wrapped nails were inches long. And my beauty mark, courtesy of liquid eyeliner, had to rest “just so” on my left cheek. That’s right, I, Annika Harris, committed these three beauty sins throughout high school, and even a bit in college. But only two of these cardinal sins embarrass me now. Keep reading »
Sometimes there’s no better way to reward yourself than with a proper bar of chocolate. Mast Brothers’ fine craft chocolate bar, the Fleur de Sel, will provide you with the perfect chocolate escape. The dark cocoa and sea salt melt in your mouth in salty and sweet harmonic ecstasy. The best way to end your night, we promise. Great as a gift for yourself or someone you’d like to pamper. As a bonus, the wrappers are lovely and elegant, the cocoa is organically farmed, and we’ve heard dark chocolate has anti-oxidants. At least that’s what we tell ourselves while indulging.