Oh, Florida what strange gifts you deliver us. This month is officially Naked Ladies On The Roadside month. On Tuesday, Tracy Mabb was arresting for causing a traffic hazard by exposing herself. “She first started by pulling off her top and revealing her breasts, but didn’t stop there. She also gave drivers and pedestrians a full view of her ‘vagina and buttocks.’ The arrest reports claims that she did so with a ‘complete vulgar and indecent manner.’ When confronted by police, she refused to put her clothes on, and shouted, ‘I don’t give a f**k,’” the Sun Sentinel reported.
At least she didn’t pleasure herself like the woman last week. What do we think? Are bath salts to blame here? Whatever the cause for her indecent exposure, her mugshot it epic. Is it just me or does she kind of look like Dave Pirner from Soul Asylum? Click on through for more amazing female mug shots. [The Gloss]
I think we all suffer from having secret fears about ourselves, that stunt our growth both personally and professionally. Since I graduated from college and became an “adult,” I’ve struggled with feeling like a fraud in my career.
I majored in acting in college, but before I studied it as a future profession, I did it. For almost my entire life. I put in hours of work in rehearsals, coaching sessions, classes and voice lessons. I performed in over 40 plays and musicals. I sang the National Anthem at local sporting events and did radio commercials. I screen-tested for movies and television shows. All before the age of 13.
When I started going on big-time auditions as a 21-year-old NYU acting school grad, I should have felt beyond prepared. But I didn’t. I feared that I was secretly untalented. I can’t tell you why exactly, but on every single audition, and there were tons, I felt like I was pretending to be an actress. I lived in persistent fear of the moment that a casting director, my agent or manager would sit me down and break it to me that I just didn’t have what it took to be an actress. The fear of this moment — which never happened, incidentally — made something I once loved into something that I found miserable. I decided to quit. Keep reading »
It’s imperative that your chicken be relaxed before you cook it. So you may want to consider giving it a massage with olive oil or butter before before you put in in the pan. Above is a series of chicken massage techniques designed for maximum relaxation and suppleness of your bird. Wrap a washcloth or paper towel around its bottom for modesty and add hot stones if you have them handy. Proceed with long strokes across its breast, and deeper, targeted pressure on the wings, thighs and drumsticks. You can watch a full-length chicken massage performed by a professional here. You’re welcome. [Dlisted]
“Storytelling” is an exhibit that went up in Dublin last month. Design duo Harmless Creatures recreated The Scarecrow (made of hay), Tin Man (made from hand-shredded cards) and the Cowardly Lion (made of VHS tape) from “The Wizard of Oz.” Each costume took over 40 hours to create and were “assembled like a suit of armor, protection against a world where everyone else has the brains, the heart or the courage,”says the Harmless Creatures website. God, I love this. It’s so haunting and poignant kind of like the story. After the jump is a video that accompanied the exhibition. [Buzzfeed] Keep reading »
Regular Frisky readers know that I have a weird obsession with watching cooking shows. I don’t know why. I don’t cook. No one in my family cooks. I like to eat, but I think most people in the world feel the same way. I think chefs are hot and sometimes I watch cooking shows to look for potential dates, but still, that doesn’t entirely explain my obsession. Put me in front of a cooking show, any cooking show, and you’ll find me transfixed.
Cooking show season is officially in full swing, which means I’ve cleared my schedule. At the moment I’m watching “Chopped,” “Master Chef,” and “Hell’s Kitchen.” I’ve also been recommended “Around The World In 80 Plates” and “Food Network Star.” How many cooking shows can I watch at once without being considered crazy? I guess I’ll find out. The most epically trashy of the cooking show premieres was Season 10 of “Hell’s Kitchen” with my favorite chef sex object, Gordon Ramsay. Someday I plan to write “Hell’s Kitchen” erotic fan fiction with Gordon as the dom. It would just be too easy. Anyway, I’m getting off topic. Here are the important things I learned from the episode (spoilers ahead!)… Keep reading »