Dame Helen Mirren is speaking out on behalf of disgruntled British actors. In a recent interview, she urged Hollywood to stop typecasting Brits as villains. I’d never thought about it before, but Dame Helen may have a point. No one does dastardly quite like the Brits. After the jump, some English villains who made us cower in fear … or at least laugh. This one’s for you, Helen! [Celebitchy] Keep reading »
This may make all of the serial daters out there feel a little bit better. Or, ahem, make me feel better. A new survey done in the U.K. found that the average woman goes on about 24 dates before she finds a keeper. And to add a little more solace—seven percent of the more than 2,000 women polled went on between 41 and 60 dates before finding someone special and one percent went on a staggering 61 to 80 dates before finding Prince Charming. Geez, no wonder we get so sick and tired of dating. That’s a lot frogs. Keep reading »
I can’t really think of anything more mortifying then having your mom discuss your sex tape on national television while you are sitting right next to her. Poor Ray J looks like he wants to crawl inside that couch and disappear while his mom, Sonja Norwood, and Wendy Williams have a convo about his infamous dirty vid with Kim Kardashian. Oh, and his dad and sister Brandy are there too, by the way. It’s like a bad dream. And just when you think the worst of it is over, his mom starts bragging about how he never posed for Playgirl or tried to launch an erotic career like Kim did after the sex tape leaked. Even Brandy let out a groan after that one. Best part? Wendy ends the most uncomfortable moment ever by telling Ray J, “For the record, it was nice watching [your sex tape],” and then high-fiving him. I’m sure I don’t need to point out how many shades of wrong that is. [NY Post] Keep reading »
I’m so frustrated by hearing any dating advice that resembles “just trust your instincts.” It’s not that I don’t think it’s good advice — I do. I’m not that person who doesn’t believe in instincts or doesn’t know how to follow them. I am A + when it comes to following my instincts. They’ve led me through three careers, two cross-country moves, and a whole slew of major life dilemmas. My first — not even my middle! — name is Instinct. I follow my gut religiously, boldly, and without question in every single area of my life except my love life. In that department, my instincts have flown the coop and I don’t know how to get them back.
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Happy Earth Day! In case you were looking for some ideas about how to get involved in saving our home planet, take a look at what some of these super eco-friendly celebs are doing.
Remember how the other day that charming Iranian prayer leader theorized that women cause earthquakes? Well, Blag Hag blogger Jen McCreight wants to test-drive that theory by proposing a “boobquake.” On Monday, April 26, she is encouraging women of the world to join her while she experiments with the natural power of her breasts in the name of science. Jen recommends we all wear cleavage-bearing tops or short shorts and see if the earth begins to move. So, who’s in? [Newser] 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 SilverGurl, one of our most prolific commenters. Keep reading »
In case you got bored and started fast-forwarding through last night’s “Idol Gives Back” bonanza (it was kind of a snoozefest), you might have missed the best moment of the pseudo-telethon—Mary J. Blige covering “Stairway to Heaven” by Led Zeppelin. That’s what I love most about Mary, she can sing anything, even psychedelic rock. Randy Jackson got up there and jammed with her band and her lady guitarist shredded that famous solo. Oh, and then Tim Urban got eliminated and no one cared. Keep reading »
The pharma industry wants us to prepare our vaginas for the possibility of female Viagra in the very near future. Last week we found out that a new Viagra prototype drug for women is succeeding in seriously increasing the blood flow to the genitals of female rabbits. Adds a whole new connotation to the phrase “f**king like rabbits,” huh? So, does this mean the promised land of Orgasmia is no longer a mirage for the orgasmically challenged women of the world? Keep reading »
Did Kate Gosselin really get the boot from “Dancing With The Stars” last night? Whine, whine, whimper. I know, I know—she’s genuinely one of the worst dancers the show has ever seen. I am aware that I’m probably going to hell for saying this but I want—no need—her to stay on the show. Why? Because she is my reason for watching. Because miraculously she seems to keep getting worse every week. And because she makes me belly laugh, darnit. Keep reading »