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 Bumbler, one of our most prolific commenters. Keep reading »
Apparently, school dances have progressed from the days when the girls stood at one side of the gym and the boys stood on the other. Nope, today’s horny little teenagers are freaking and grinding and doing whatever they can at school dances to rub their privates together. How do I know about this problem? Well, I used to be a high school teacher, which meant I was also required to chaperone at least two school dances per year. I taught at an all-girls Catholic school, meaning that freaking was strictly forbidden. The worst part was that as a chaperone I was required to wear a T-shirt that said in big, black block lettering, “NO FREAKING ALLOWED,” and carry a flashlight to shine on teens getting down on the dance floor. This was extremely uncomfortable for me because: A) I’m actually not terribly anti-freaking as long as there is no nudity, harassment, or actual sex; B) I so didn’t want an image of my students getting jiggy on the dance floor burned into my memory; and C) since I looked so young at the time, in the dark most of the boys thought I was a teenage girl attending the dance stag. Once a young dude even grabbed me and started freaking with me when I shined the light on his gyrating pelvis. My female students just stood around chanting my name. Awkward and mortifying.
But it looks like other high schools are cracking down on bumping and grinding, too. And they’re getting pretty creative. Keep reading »
We’ve all heard the famous “condoms are too tight for me” line before, right, ladies? Well, according to a new survey from the Kinsey Institute, 45 percent of men are actually telling the truth. Sounds like a suspicious statistic on account of how stretchy those damn things are … but I will give dudes the benefit of the doubt for now. Of the 436 men surveyed, about half reported that condoms just didn’t fit them properly. They also complained of breakage, slippage, lack of pleasure, and peen irritation. To help solve these poor men’s d**k issues, the Kinsey Institute has recommended that condom companies re-brand their sizing in order to accommodate men’s egos. So, a “small” would be a “large,” a “medium” would be an “extra-large,” etc. This new sizing would theoretically allow men to buy condoms that fit them without being embarrassed. Really? Is the male ego that fragile? Does that mean we should start re-branding bra sizes as well? [Asylum] Keep reading »
Normally, we are encouraged to stop blaming our parents for our problems. But a new study proves that it may be good ole mom and dad’s fault if you’re a single lady with few prospects. Turns out, our ability to attract mates may be linked to our genetic makeup and Australian researchers have located some immune system genes in female DNA that may be responsible for reeling in the dudes. Aha! I knew it wasn’t my fault! Keep reading »
Sammi and Ronnie were an inspiration for young guido lovers everywhere … until MTV revealed some shady footage of Sammi flirting with The Situation on the “Jersey Shore” reunion show. As we all remembered, it prompted dramatic tears from Sammi (she locked herself in the bathroom) and some dramatic words from Ronnie, “I cut girls quicker than barbers do.” Harsh, dude. Based on their tumultuous history at the Shore house, I was predicting they’d be back together before I could say, “Gym, tan, laundry,” because that’s just how SamRo rolls. But I guess I was wrong. Keep reading »
On Sunday night, as I sat at a crappy vegetarian restaurant with a bunch of my single girlfriends, I found myself wondering, “What are the rich and famous up to tonight? Could they, too, be having a conversation about how guacamole is the nectar of the gods?” I was betting that celebrity couples were wining and dining it up at the most exclusive spots in the world. But perhaps not. Britney Spears and her agent-boyfriend, Jason Trawick, were spotted having their idea of a romantic meal: McDonald’s drive-thru for French fries. I wonder if they super sized it for the occasion? [People]
OK, I guess my V-Day wasn’t so lame after all. After the jump, what some other celeb couples were doing this February 14th. Keep reading »
I guess mint toothpaste is not cool enough anymore. Peeps are getting creative and finding new ways to entice you to brush every morning and night. Hmmm … if my breath could smell like anything in the morning what would I choose? I know! Scotch! For just $1 you can get this Jigger brand, he-man Scotch toothpaste. Aah … the perfect way to kick your day off—reeking of alcohol. [BuzzFeed]
After the jump, some actual wacky toothpastes on the market today. Mouths beware.
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What’s the best way to get in touch with the celeb for whose death you are about to stand trial for? Why … by séance, natch. One of the guests of honor at a séance to mark the three-year anniversary of Anna Nicole Smith’s death was Dr. Khristine Eroshevich, Anna’s psychiatrist and neighbor. Eroshevich is set to stand trial on drug conspiracy charges, along with Anna’s boyfriend Howard K. Stern and physician Sandeep Kapoor. Psychic Shayne Goldfarb led the séance in Los Angeles. But did Anna show up? Her long-time friend Patrik Simpson claims she did. The psychic reported that Anna came through loud and clear, happily reporting from the other side, “She’s with [her son] Daniel. She’s sad she had to leave her daughter, but she really had to be with Daniel.” OK … if they say so! [People]
After the jump, some more celebs who have been contacted through séances. Check out their messages from beyond the grave. Keep reading »