Exercise trends come and go. Right now it’s all about yoga, all 700 variations of it. Yoga is fabulous, but sometimes it’s just too serious. Don’t you ever want to make a joke while everyone is in Downward Dog? Don’t you ever want to hear some music instead of listening to yourself breathe for 90 minutes? I do. I was hanging out with my brother last night and he reminded me about the exercise craze in our house for the first half of the ’80s. Every morning my mother and I used to put on leotards and leg warmers and pop in Judi Sheppard Missett’s hour-long Jazzercise workout video. And I’m sure we weren’t the only people on the block sweating with Judi. Jazzercise was huge, until it got ousted by step aerobics, which my dad was totally into, by the way. Keep reading »
Former Food Network chef Juan-Carlos Cruz got himself into a recipe for disaster earlier this month. Most well-known as the host of “Calorie Commando,” the 48-year-old allegedly tried to cut the fat from his life by recruiting some homeless dudes to eliminate his wife. Eek. Three homeless men known as Big Dave, Little Dave, and Shane spilled the beans about the murder plot to authorities after being arrested for loitering. They were just happy to be offered free pizza and a place to sleep during the undercover investigation.
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Jennifer Baggett, Holly Corbet, and Amanda Pressner—aka “The Lost Girls”—were just typical 20-something New York City gals. Until four years ago, they made a life-changing decision to leave their media jobs, apartments, and boyfriends behind to embark on a 60,000 mile, year-long sojourn around the world. Their goal? To venture off the beaten path and make due without the usual creature comforts. In fact, they stuck to a strict budget of $30 a day. “The state of being lost,” Jennifer says, “means that you’re ready to make some kind of change, to do some deeper examination of who you really are as a person and who you’d like to become.” Holly adds, “Travel is one deliberate, rewarding way to get that process started.” Keep reading »
Luann Haley, a single mother and bill collector, is seriously regretting opening her mouth last night. Haley tried to hit on President Obama in Buffalo, saying, “You’re a hottie with a smokin’ little body.” Oh my. That’s really, really embarrassing. Luann claims she was “just trying to be funny.” We hope she learned her lesson. Don’t hit on Obama unless you have a great pickup line in your pocket. [Washington Post]
After the jump, ten pickup lines that may have fared better with our Commander-in-Chief. Keep reading »
It’s almost summertime. Which means—break out your sunscreen, pack your tent, and get ready to rock out to your favorite bands at this summer’s awesome mega music festivals. Which one is for you? After the jump, all you need to know to get your butt down to the five biggest music fests this summer.
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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 Dennis Duck Dong, one of our most prolific commenters. Keep reading »
I’m seriously inspired by this article I saw in the New York Post, “No More Sex In The City,” about how celibacy has become “a thing.” It opens with the story of 29-year-old Brooklyn musician Katie Jean Arnold:
After hooking up with a stranger on the L train platform and going back to his place, she woke up at his apartment and decided to leave. On her way out the door, he came up to her, naked, and said the words she’ll never forget: ‘What’s your name?’ It was then that she made her Big Decision. No. More. Sex. Katie plans to keep her chastity belt on from now on … well at least until she achieves her dream of landing a record deal. “Not having sex is like giving up junk food … sex in New York for me had become like the 99-cent package of Ding Dongs on the corner.”
I’m embarrassed to admit that I can totally relate. Oh man, do I love Ding Dongs. Keep reading »
Don’t spend a second of your time feeling sorry for those eliminated “American Idol” contestants. Sure, every one of them has some kind of sob story. “I’m singing for my sick grandma.” “My new baby.” “My dead friend.” But don’t let the human interest stories fool you! Yes, they sing for dear ol’ granny and the love of music, but according to an “American Idol” contract someone got their hands on, they also sing to the tune of mega bucks. All of the top 12 contestants are poised to receive a big-time pay day. [PopEater]
Heck, if I were making this much, Simon could call me an untalented bitch and I’d still smile and wave. I hope you’re sitting down. After the jump, the breakdown of “American Idol” payouts. Keep reading »