I saw Rihanna on her Diamonds World Tour a month ago, and it was just the spectacle I had hoped for, from the weird Grecian columns strewn about the stage to the time she came out wearing thigh-high boots and an oversized basketball jersey. She’s kinda the best, even though at times she’s also the worst. She’s messy, she favors oversharing, and she always has really good nails — all things I support. With that said, please accept this video of Rihanna hitting a handsy fan in the head with her mic as her nomination for Patron Saint of Women Who Don’t Give A Fuck. It is perfection.
Welcome to a new semi-regular feature on The Frisky in which we comb through all the new releases in books and music, and present you with our top picks. We’re calling it “Like this, Love That” — think of it as a human “Amazon Recommends,” or that friend of yours who’s always on top of the newest and the latest. Check out our picks for this week — including J. Cole’s new album and Neil Gaiman’s latest — after the jump!
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Alert! Is this the name of Kimye’s baby? Word from reputable news source Media Takeout (home of Kanye’s dick pics) is that the Kvelling Kouple named their baby girl Kaidence Donda West. I am currently processing this information and need alone time to figure out my feelings, and I imagine all of you are feeling the same. Let us know in the comments. [Media Takeout]
Here is a collection of memories from my childhood.
I am in kindergarten, it is story time, I am wearing a turtleneck that itches at my neck and I am not feeling well. I throw up on the rug, in front of everyone, sobbing hysterically, and my father leaves the campus where he’s teaching to come pick me up, taking me straight to class with him because it was easier than taking me to the babysitter. I fall asleep in the corner of his classroom to the sound of his voice lecturing disenchanted freshmen about the Yangtze river.
My sister and I spend a hazy, humid summer in Taiwan with our mother, running amok in the streets, eating food at the night market and listening to my mother’s sisters babble over our heads in Chinese. My uncle takes me for a ride on his scooter and I wear no helmet as we careen around the corners and dart in and out of traffic near my ah-ma’s apartment. My mother brings me to the salon to get a perm, and I return to the United States nut-brown and curly haired. When I run to my father at the airport, he holds me at arm’s length. “Who is this?!” he jokes. “You’re not my daughter!”
Countless nights, my father falls asleep in the living room with the television on, our dog Maggie curled up on the floor near the couch. I remove his glasses and wake him up, telling him to go to bed.
My parents divorced when I was very young. The courts granted my father primary custody of my sister and myself because they ruled that my mother’s new relationship with my stepfather was her priority. I have no memory of a family other than the tiny unit that existed — myself, my sister and my father.
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DIY blogs get me every time, because they contain the promise that I can actually do it myself. Hours of clicking on link after link from one lifestyle blog to another will inevitably lead me to a soft-lit, delicate DIY necklace, beguiling in its simplicity, begging to be made. I become convinced that I have a steady hand and clear artistic vision, only to discover the direct opposite when I sit down in front of my neatly -assembled workplace. My hopes, so high and lofty, are stymied by a minor detail, like my household’s lack of an iron, or my inability to find the scissors, and I retreat to the couch and purchase earrings online, while watching “So You Think You Can Dance.” This summer, I’m changing the game and you should too! I’ve combed through the DIY blogosphere to bring you the cutest, awesomest DIY jewelry, home-goods and clothing options. Grab a glue gun and get crafty!
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 »