The joys of Beatles Rock Band consumed our lives at night, we confess. But during the daytime, we poured our heart and soul into bringing you all the news that’s fit to be blogged, dear reader. We wrote about how Tila Tequila accused her football player boyfriend, Shawne Merriman, of choking her; how DNA tests have shown that South African runner Caster Semenya is allegedly “intersex,” with both boy and girl parts; we even hit the town for Fashion’s Night Out here in New York City! Here’s a recap of this very busy week here at The Frisky … Keep reading »
Profile for Jessica Wakeman
When ESPN reporter Erin Andrews learned in July some perverted peeping Tom had videotaped her naked through a peephole in her hotel room, she did what any of us would do: she called her parents screaming. Andrews told Oprah Winfrey about her ordeal on this afternoon’s show:
“Having to call my parents and they—they thought I was physically injured how bad I was screaming…I kept screaming [to my father], ‘I’m done. My career is over. I’m done. Get it off. Get it off the Internet. Get it off.’”
Oh, how I begged Mom to pay extra money for that totally ’80s laser background on school portraits. She said always said “no” because, clearly, she was SO MEAN. Twenty years later, I’ve got nothing to submit to the We Have Lasers blog (***mullet warning***). Rats! [We Have Lasers!!!!!!] Keep reading »
Mine came the summer after 7th grade on the second morning of sailing lessons at the local country club. (Shut up, I’m a WASP.) One the first day of obnoxiously preppy sailing class, the students had to tread water in the pool for a few minutes to prove that we wouldn’t drown if the boats capsized. But my Blair Waldorf-ian self woke up the morning of the second class with blood in my underwear! Because I’m my mom’s baby, she majorly teared-up over me getting my period—so embarrassing! So I just snatched the pads from her and hissed that I didn’t want to talk about it. Mom had no chance to teach me about tampons and I didn’t ask!
But I spent the next several days of sailing class terrified we’d have to go in the pool again, or my boat would capsize and I’d get wet, and everybody would know I was wearing a big, soggy pad. To this day, that’s pretty much all I remember about sailing lessons! I didn’t use a tampon for the first time until I was 16 (during a performance of “The Vagina Monologues” of all places). Alas, by then, my sailing days were over.
I’m not the only Frisk-ette with a slightly tragic first period story. Our tales of tampons and trauma, after the jump. Keep reading »
See you at 10 p.m. EST for another super exciting — uh, hopefully — episode of “P-Run”! Keep reading »
For weeks Caster Semenya, the 18-year-old South African runner, has been embroiled in a kerfluffle over her “real” sex. Rumors that Semenya wasn’t a woman spread after she won a gold medal last month, and the International Association of Athletics Federations ordered her to undergo DNA testing.
Semenya’s test results allegedly show she’s a hermaphrodite. According to reports, Semenya apparently has internal testicles, no womb or ovaries, and testosterone levels more than three times what the New York Daily News calls “normal female” levels. Excuse me for going all Women’s Studies Major on your asses, but can we talk about this? Keep reading »
I’ve had a lapse in judgment or two which have led to embarrassing acts of desperation in front of a man. But nothing I’ve done has even been quite so desperate (or completely nutburgers) as what Helen Sun did to her man: The 38-year-old woman allegedly slipped a Mickey in her husband’s Gatorade and then handcuffed herself to him! Keep reading »