This morning, I stood waiting at the bus stop, debating whether to pull a book out of my purse, or pop earbuds in my ears and listen to my NPR Addict app. NPR, I decided. You didn’t read any news yesterday; you need some culture. So I reached my hand in that little pocket of my handbag where I keep my iPhone and fished around for my phone. Nothing. Damn it! I left it on the dresser! Oh, well. No NPR for me, I guess. I scanned my busy avenue, no sign of my bus in sight, and resignedly pulled Some Girls: My Life In A Harem out of my bag to bide the time.
It took me about three seconds to get lost in my incredible book. But all of a sudden, someone appeared right in my face, startling me. I winced for a second, then realized it was my boyfriend. David’s just-showered hair was sopping wet and he was only wearing a tee shirt on this chilly New Jersey morning. He was holding my iPhone.
I kissed him, thanked him, and told him to get back inside because it was cold. And while I watched him dart across the avenue back to our apartment, I flushed with a familiar feeling. He’s too nice for me, I thought. I don’t know if I deserve him. Keep reading »
“[The being called] ungrateful thing bothers me the most. And that IS my fault. I allowed myself to be perceived that way because I was being whiny and I was griping and because I made these snarky comments. So much about living life, to me, is about humility and gratitude. And I’ve tried very hard to have those qualities and be that person and I’m just so disappointed in myself that I allowed it to slip. Of course, of course, I’m grateful. How can I NOT be grateful? I have been afforded such a wonderful life. And to have come this far and to have this kind of success and the freedom of choices it allows me … The fact I could even have Naleigh [her adopted daughter with husband Josh Kelley] in my life — adoption isn’t cheap — is something to be so unbelievably grateful for. I am disappointed in myself for allowing that perception to exist … There’s nothing more gross than [the idea of] somebody in my position being ungrateful … And I hope in the coming years, I can change people’s minds about that.”
— Katherine Heigl regrets criticizing the writers of “Grey’s Anatomy” and for complaining about long hours to David Letterman. But geez, what’s with the big “I’M SORRY!” cover? Can we stop acting like she killed a man? [Entertainment Weekly] Keep reading »
Far be it for us to criticize an outing to a “risque” bondage nightclub as a getting-to-know-you exercise. But the Republican National Committee is not having it. Today, the RNC canned Allison Meyers, director of the group’s “Young Eagles” program, after news of a scandal broke yesterday that Meyer had approved the reimbursement of receipts for Voyeur, a West Hollywood bondage club where performers do S&M (sadomasochistic) acts onstage. The nearly $2,000 “Young Eagles” outing was apparently reimbursed to Republican donor Erik Browne. But, according to an internal email by the RNC Chief of Staff, obtained by the political news website Politico, the February trip to Voyeur was not an RNC-sanctioned event; supposedly, neither RNC Chairman Michael Steele, nor senior staff, knew about the expenditure. [The Huffington Post]
Yay for accountability! But let’s not ignore the big question here: Before Meyers got fired, do you think she got a hearty S&M spanking first? Keep reading »
There have been a few books in recent years that have evoked such strong emotions that people pretty much love them or they hate them. One is Twilight, of course, and another is the memoir Eat, Pray, Love. Even if you have never read Eat, Pray, Love, you probably know the plot already: After a divorce, journalist Elizabeth Gilbert takes a year of her life off to travel, spending three months each in Italy, India and Bali. Gilbert eats good food, quiets the anxiety within her, and falls in love. It’s travel porn for those of us chained to our laptops in perpetuity, but in an utterly unique way, it’s freedom porn, too. Who amongst us hasn’t wanted to do what Gilbert did: secure a book advance, leave the ex-husband/boyfriend behind, and go to three of the most beautiful places in the world in an attempt to lift our depression?
But Eat, Pray, Love the book (and soon, “Eat, Pray, Love” the movie, starring Julia Roberts and Javier Bardem) has turned out to be a lightening rod of controversy in the most disappointing of ways. The negative reactions to “Eat, Pray, Love” show just how resentful, bitter, contradictory, and quite frankly, hate-filled we are towards a woman who does something for herself. Keep reading »
It’s been a while since we’ve heard from beauty queen Carrie Prejean, but never fear: the former Miss California is up to her old tricks. Prejean is being sued by “a Christian PR firm,” A. Larry Ross Communications, for bilking a $64,857 bill. They claim Prejean hired their services in April 2009 to spread her “biblically correct” message, but she has never paid her bill.
Hmm, maybe she wasn’t happy with the way they didn’t stop her from ripping off her mic during that hilarious “Larry King” interview? [TMZ] Keep reading »
I am the most disappointing bi-curious girl ever. My first kiss was with a girl at age 15, over a game of spin-the-bottle. But in the decade-plus since then, I have failed to act on any of the moments where I’m in close quarters with someone I am taken with. I’ve had these really intense crushes on women where I think about them and look at them all moon-eyed … but when it comes to making a move, I get pee-your-pants-nervous. It’s really lame.
Hopefully, one day I’ll just grow a pair of ovaries. But, luckily, some of my Frisky sisters act on their desires more than I do. After the jump, I asked them why they’ve experimented with other women: Keep reading »
Last night, Kim Kardashian tweeted she was “big pimpin’” on a girls’ night out with her pals. Whether she was actually dancing to “Big Pimpin’” or just using slang that implies she was spritzing champagne all over strippers’ butts, it doesn’t matter. Why not? Because Demi Moore, aka Gloria Steinem, called Kim out on Twitter and schooled her on what “pimp” really means: Keep reading »