As I predicted, Lee DeWyze snagged the “American Idol” title last night. Go me … I mean … go Lee! But I’ll get back to Lee in a minute since there were two hours’ worth of star-studded performances before we heard his good news. Keep reading »
In fifth grade I was the new kid in school, which is always hard. But I think it’s hardest in gym class. Especially if you’re the new “chubby” kid with zero athletic ability. Hello locker room spitballs.
It was the day before Thanksgiving and, much to my dismay, running day in gym class. Running days were my most dreaded, aside from dodge ball days — my head is a ball magnet for some reason. I was the slowest runner in my class besides Stephen, the even fatter, even newer kid who everyone called “Snuffy.” I already knew what would happen out there on the track. Everyone would be staring at me from the sidelines, having finished ages ago, as I rounded my final lap, huffing and puffing from my allergies, turning red with embarrassment and possible heat stroke, everyone laughing as I crossed the finish line flapping my arms. I can’t do this today, I just can’t, I thought. I hid in a corner of the locker room trying to come up with creative ways to get out of running.
Mr. Pollack, the gym teacher, announced that we would be running the “Turkey Trot” — a glorified one-mile run with a stupid name to make it sound fun. The person who came closest to guessing their time would win a giant, chocolate turkey. How awesome would that be to receive a giant piece of chocolate at the end of this torture session? So totally radical, to use the vernacular of the day. Not that I needed any chocolate. Keep reading »
Hands down, the best thing about working at The Frisky is our amazing readers. We so heart all of your witty, thoughtful, and informative comments—heck, we even appreciate the mean ones. Sometimes, we can’t help but wonder about the faces behind avatars. We decided to launch a weekly column where we learn all about a Frisky reader. After the jump, meet Singlegirl@31, one of our most prolific commenters. Keep reading »
Tuesday night was Jesse James’ big “Nightline” interview. We were all waiting to find out what he had to say for himself after the heinous Sandra Bullock betrayal. So what was his million dollar excuse? He says he cheated because he was abused as a child. “[My persona] is a smoke screen so people won’t see that I’m a scared, abused kid,” he said. “I grew up with a huge amount of shame and fear and abandonment on my shoulders from a very young age and I think, you know, the way my mind rationalized [cheating], ‘Well, you know, I might as well do whatever I can to like run her off cause she is going to find out what I am anyway and leave me anyway.’” I personally felt sad for him that he waited so long to deal with his issues and they, in turn, ruined his life. Sandra will be fine. He seems like much more of a victim to me. All that being said, I still don’t think what he did was justified. So what did you think? Satisfying explanation or total BS?
It’s always a little hard to know what to think when a famous guy explains the psychology of why he cheated. After all, is there really any excuse? After the jump, let’s play a little game. Match the cheater with the rationalization they gave. Keep reading »
In addition to being a mommy dearest, Courtney Love is also a stage mommy. According to a new book coming out on June 1, Courtney was the stage mom from hell while Frances Bean was at summer camp. Mickey Rapkin, the author of Theatre Geek, which follows three teen actors during a 2006 summer session at a performing arts camp, Stagedoor Manor, interviewed Courtney in the book. FYI, there’s also a documentary about the camp, whose famous alum include Lea Michelle, Zach Braff, and Mandy Moore, called “Stagedoor.” I especially liked it because I went to the rival performing arts summer camp, French Woods. Ah, to be a teen theater geek. But I digress … back to crazy Courtney and what I can only imagine was a nightmare of a summer for Frances Bean. Keep reading »
Sometimes I think it would be so much easier to be a woman in Jane Austen’s time. You know, like having only three dresses to choose from, communicating only by letter, and being told you will be married to your second cousin so you can inherit a big estate. That almost doesn’t seem so bad compared to that which is the modern dating scene. Sure, it may seem terribly anti-feminist (and kind of gross), but just think of all of the headaches you’d be spared. Keep reading »
A new social networking site wants to re-brand female friendship. Frenemies, be gone! Bye, bye BFFs. Hello “wives.” It’s the newest term for your closest lady friends and allies. I know what your thinking … that word has kind of already been claimed. But Band of Wives, a new social networking site, wants to reinvent the concept of “wifehood.” According to the site, “It is time for women to sustain each other … we all need wives. Not in any weird kinky way, but life is more complicated and stressful and we need deep connections with each other to live happier, healthier lives.” The site provides a virtual community to provide support and nurturing for women’s careers, talents, and passions because we’re tired of men reaping all the benefits of the institution. So … behind every good woman is … another good woman. Love the concept, but not sure I’ll be calling anyone my non-kinky wife anytime soon. Couldn’t they have chosen a new word. Like “wister” or “bffife?” [Tres Sugar] Keep reading »
Laugh and jeer all you want. You bet your Manolos I’ll be lined up this weekend, in my cutest summer dress, to see “Sex and the City 2.” I know that it’s so predictable-New-York-blogger-girl of me, but I am chomping at the bit. I don’t care if it’s stupid; I don’t care if Carrie and gang are wearing turbans and riding camels — I NEED IT! I especially need the hot men. Let’s play shun, shag, or marry with the dudes of “SATC2,” shall we? Keep reading »
In case it slipped your mind because you were too busy obsessing over “Lost,” tonight is the highly anticipated “American Idol” finale. I’m sticking with my prediction that Lee DeWyze will take the title. But really, the question on everyone’s mind is: who is going to take over the title of most obnoxious judge? Even though we’ve been loving to hate Simon Cowell for the last nine seasons, watching him leave is kind of … well … depressing. How can “Idol” possibly be the same without flat top-rocking, v-neck t-wearing, honest-to-a-fault Simon? When Paula left, she took the crazy with her, which we miss for entertainment value, but it didn’t ruin the show. (A little birdie told me Paula will be making a guest appearance on tonight’s episode. I wonder what she’ll wear?) But when Simon leaves, will he take all of the show’s credibility with him? I guess that depends on his replacement. The rumor is that Howard Stern is the frontrunner for the job. Please let that not be true. The only thing Howard Stern is qualified to judge is a wet t-shirt contest. After the jump, our 10 picks for who should attempt to replace Mr. Cowell. Keep reading »
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