Activities are wonderful, but sometimes, it’s fine to want to shut the world out for a couple of days, and make some serious time for you. Don’t be afraid of FOMO, either. There will always be another party, another pub crawl, another picnic. The time you’ll spend indulging in the things you want to do, alone, are well worth it. Here’s a handy list of awesome things to do this weekend! Keep reading »
Sultry summertime is unwinding and settling in for a few months, and with the advent of warmer weather and longer nights, my mind starts to wander to more exotic enclaves. My typical summer vacation consists of laying out on my roof spritzing myself with a spray bottle and leafing through a tattered Us Weekly, but this year I’m going big or going home. These absurdly awesome travel destinations really do exist. Come, my pets. Let’s reach for the stars! Click through to take a gander at some of the best vacation spots this fine world has to offer.
I may not be certain about whether or not I’m getting married, but I do know that I love a wedding dress. Short and shiny. Long and elegant. Strapless and kind of sexy. I have envisioned myself in all styles. And, like many women, I’m not above passing quiet, light-hearted judgment on what others choose to wear to their nuptials, like most of us do but won’t readily admit out loud. Are you in the market for a dress? You’d better make sure it sends the right message about your personality. This is serious stuff! Luckily, I’ve got the answers here. Read ahead to see what your wedding dress says about you…
Miley Cyrus is back, and her new single, “We Can’t Stop,” is the last stop in her transition from Disney star to Rap Game Hannah Montana. Let’s be real — we saw the signs. Twerking in a unicorn onesie. Partnering with Snoop Lion on “Ashtrays and Heartbreaks.” Posing near nude and looking like a hotter Susan Powter on the cover of V magazine. Now, the transition is complete with this new lowkey party anthem produced by Mike Will Made It. Moving away a bit from his trademark dark, woozy, strip-club-in-hell sound, Mike WiLL drops a considerably lighter beat for Miley to warble charmingly about dancing all night, and just having a good time. Summer — I’m ready. You should be too. Check it out.
I’m an advocate for all installments in Bravo’s “Real Housewives” franchise, but the ladies of New Jersey have a special place in my heart. It was the first installment in the series that I watched regularly and I fell under its spell, transfixed by these women and their lives, fascinated by the way reality TV has become a genre of its own, entirely removed from the cinema verite of early iterations like “The Real World.”
Reality TV 2.0 presents a case study of how normal people react to a particular and sudden kind of fame. We love these women and their antics because it shines a bright light on the conundrum of modern celebrity and what it means to be “famous.” Their actions provide a mirror for the viewer to reflect. “I would never behave like that,” you’ll say as Teresa Giudice flips a table at a christening, or as Melissa Gorga indulges the adenoidal advances of her beefed up husband. Half the fun of watching is to reflect on how you’d behave in their place, and to watch the slow, careful unravelling of what was a normal life, amped up by cameras and Andy Cohen. Keep reading »
The best thing about “The Real Housewives” franchise is that at the end of the day, they’re regular people. Once you cut through the manufactured drama, the extensions and the gallons of bronzer, these women are normal — they have families, pay some bills, yell at their kids, and attempt to live their lives as normally as possible in spite of the cameras. I’m willing to bet these ladies are a blast when the camera stops rolling and Andy Cohen stops asking awkward questions. In honor of the return of my favorite women from the Garden State, click through to see the reasons why these women would make great friends, and tune in to Bravo this Sunday at 8/7 C to check out the fifth season premiere.
This post is sponsored by Bravo’s “The Real Housewives Of New Jersey,” but the author’s favorite Housewife is DEFINITELY Teresa.
I’m all about reading — all of it and everything, and at any time, but my favorite place to read is most definitely the beach. With the return of 90 degree heat and high humidity, my mind starts wandering to getting my body to a seashore, stat. My beach reads usually consist of a clutch of month-old Us Weeklys and something large and ambitious like Middlemarch, but this year I’m looking to change it up. The best beach read has a compelling story, and an elusive combination of substance and fluff. Thankfully, we did the legwork for you — click through to see The Frisky staff’s recommendations for breezy summer beach reads with bite.
My parents got divorced when I was almost too young to remember. I carry only brief images of the time surrounding their divorce. My mother, in a red dress with polka dots, kneeling down to meet me at my level as I squirm in a chair, legs swinging above the floor. “I’m going away for a little bit,” she says. “I’ll see you soon.” Our new house in New York is full of books and my grandma is there and my father stretches the phone cord taut so he can sit on the steps to the basement and argue with my mother in California, 3000 miles away.
The details of the event were unusual for the late 1980s. The court granted primary custody to my father — we’d spend summers in California and live in New York for the school year. My primary memory of family growing up is as a unit of three — father, sister, me. Our trio was strong, it was unshakeable, and my sister and I adapted to an early independence. We did our own laundry, heated up our Kid Cuisine dinners in the microwave while our father worked late and made annual trips to the West Coast every summer to visit our mom. Our household was just as functional as that of any two-parent household. We trotted off to school each morning with combed hair, brushed teeth and all of our belongings.
I grew up into a independent, self-sufficient and confident adult, a woman who would much rather do it myself than wait on someone else to understand what needs to be done, a woman who is okay with the idea of potentially spending a life not married — not because no one would have me, but because I like it that way. Alone. Keep reading »
How better to celebrate the English language than to watch the Scripps Spelling Bee? Not only does it glorify the ability to memorize massive quantities of information and spit it out under pressure in front of a room of peers, it also illuminates the weird and wonderful chimera that is our language. The sheer drama of these pre-teens spelling words that I haven’t thought about since my SAT prep class is heart-pounding. Check it out to sharpen your vocabulary and stay for the awesome example sentences and the patient and kind pronouncer, Dr. Jacques Bailly. The preliminaries are live here right now. and the finals will be broadcast live tomorrow at 8 p.m. EST on ESPN.
Wedding season is kind of the best. I gladly welcome any excuse to put on a fancy dress, throw on some lipstick and toast the merry union of two souls, united in common interests, rooted in love. Weddings exist on a plane where everything is heightened, cast in a rosy glow fueled by champagne and cake and the joy of others. Every song is your song, in every conversation you are charming and witty, and, after a while, everyone — and I mean everyone — looks like a prime candidate for a clandestine makeout sesh over in the corner by the photo booth. Before you slink over to the target in your crosshairs, check yourself. Let us help you. Follow this guide, and you should be golden. Keep reading »