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 »
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 »
Is that a therapist in your pocket or are you just really well-adjusted? You may be able to use that line very soon because mobile therapy apps are on the way. Just imagine—you might not have to pay $200 an hour to talk about your problems. You can just pop out your iPhone and a virtual therapist can offer you some perspective. Real therapists speculate that mobile mental health apps will be a great addition to ongoing in-person therapy, but not a total substitution. Some therapy apps are being designed to help patients track moods or even predict psychotic breaks. The exciting thing is that virtual therapy will be available 24/7 unlike even the best therapists. After the jump, three new mobile therapy apps that are in the works. All that will be missing is the couch. Keep reading »
Roxana Shirazi is a 30-something London gal who has an MFA in fine arts and lectures on gender and identity. But before she was on the lecture circuit, she was a rock ‘n’ roll groupie. She’s even written a memoir—like Pamela Des Barres’ I’m With The Band, only racier—about her shocking sexcapades with bands like Skid Row, Guns N’ Roses, Motley Crue, and Velvet Revolver. Tidbits from her tell-all include performing vaj tricks for Tommy Lee, a boring dinner date with Nikki Six, and a love affair with and pregnancy by Guns N’ Roses’ Dizzy Reed. He made her get an abortion. Holy crap! Sounds like this page-turner has all the makings of an international best seller. Only problem? Shirazi’s book The Last Living Slut: Born In Iran, Bred Backstage had most agents and editors too skittish to publish it. Keep reading »
I’m one of those people who doesn’t like to do what everyone else is doing. I’ve known this about myself since pre-school, when all the girls chose pink as their favorite color and I was so annoyed that I chose purple. In my adult life, this dynamic manifests itself in my TV habits. I refuse to watch a show that everyone’s talking about (unless of course I’m legitimately into it, ahem, “Mad Men“). Do I have to watch the hottest show just so I can make awkward conversation at the water cooler? Answer: No, I don’t. Thus, when “Lost” came on the air six seasons ago, and no one would shut up about it, I decided I would not watch it. A show about plane crash survivors on an island? No thanks. I’m sure the show is as amazing and mindf**ky as everyone says it is, but maybe if everyone would shut their trap about it for one second, I would be motivated to check it out.
As you can imagine, the weeks leading up to the finale have been a rough time for me. Everyone’s talking about the others, wormholes, laser beams, or whatever is happening on that crazy island. I have been inundated with magazine covers, interviews, “Lost” party invites, and Facebook status updates galore all about this show that I don’t give a crap about. The result? I feel disconnected from the human race. For those proud few who feel the same way as I do, we need to support each other to get through this rough time. After the jump, five suggestions for surviving the most annoying day of our life. I’m thinking about calling it L-Day. Keep reading »