Manatees are my favorite animal. They are large and kind-looking, not aggressive and we share common interests — namely swimming in warm water very slowly and seaweed salad. A manatee has never pushed you out of the way to get on the train, or asked you to “keep it down,” or taken your seat on the bus. They are gentle souls. That’s why this footage of a woman riding a manatee in Florida is so awful. The most recent incident in a spate of human-on-manatee assault, the unnamed woman and her friends harassed this gentle herd until they finally swam away. A gentle reminder as we lead into this Memorial Day weekend — admire wild animals from afar. [WFLA]
Cleaning up your cat’s daily hairball attack aftermath got you down? Be grateful you’re not the vet who had to remove a terrifying 4 lb. hair ball from this handsome tiger’s stomach. After his handlers noticed that he wasn’t eating, they performed surgery to remove the basketball-shaped object, and the little dude is doing just fine now. You have to see this to believe it. Check out a pic of the hairball after the jump … if you dare. (Metro UK) Keep reading »
For the majority of my life, I was The Girl With The Grubby Nails. Nothing was more satisfying than sitting on my bed, lost in a book, gnawing in a distracted fashion on my tiny nail stubs. Save an ill-advised love affair with acrylic French tips in high school, my nails were largely ignored, left to languish while I concentrated my efforts on mastering liquid eyeliner and figuring out a flatiron.
Enter the $10 manicure, the ultimate lifesaver. For the price of two magazines, three street tacos, an iced tea and a big cookie, my nail game was on point, effectively transitioning me from Not Grown to Almost There. However, my lifestyle often belied my appearance, and I’d ruin manicures regularly, digging in my bag for keys, rustling around for chapstick, and once, just by walking up a flight of stairs. My $10 mani obsession had reached its peak, and it was a waste of money. After hours of internet research, I perfected an at-home mani situation that is fun, and dare I say, relaxing. Let me show you the way. Keep reading »
I am biracial, borne of a Taiwanese mother and American father. My features are decidedly not Caucasian, but hard to pin down to one specific category, a tiny frustration that gets at the heart of humans, because subconsciously, we all live to categorize. I deal with a host of questions pertaining to my background from “What you mixed with, girl?” to the timid “What … background are you?” I will entertain these questions, my response varying on the scale from begrudging to enthusiastic. It’s a conversation that I have a lot, and I’ve come to just suck it up and deal because people do not deal well with ambiguity. To categorize, to separate, to push things into clearly labeled boxes soothes the mind. It sets expectations, dictates how to behave, and prevents you from making statements like the ones I’m about to discuss. Keep reading »
Let’s go on a little journey together, with Mariah Carey and Miguel as our spirit guides. Click and let the glory that is “#Beautiful” wash over you. Now picture this — you’re walking down the street on one of those sparkly summer days when it’s warm enough for bare legs but not so hot that you’re peeling your body off the sidewalk. What’s that up ahead? Your face, on a billboard, lightly tanned, possibly freckled, definitely sun-kissed, rising above the buildings and glinting in the sun. You’re happy, glowing, a paragon of modern health and summer beauty … and then you wake up, reverie ended, song over. You’re at work, back at your desk, a half-finished Excel doc and a salad you still need to eat wilting in the corner.
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Shane Snow of the start-up Contently tackles the age-old question of how to properly greet a female colleague over at Medium yesterday, inspiring lively debate on the topic of hugs versus handshakes. Which is the least creepy, least offensive, most effective way to convey conviviality and mutual respect? A brief survey of The Frisky staff proved that neither is appropriate. Handshakes are stilted, formal affairs, appropriate only for job interviews. Hugs are more nebulous, usually based on a split second decision — the impulse to hug is a signal, a current present in the space between two people. The panic in this piece is palpable. Shane, let me help you. Let me save you from the “toilet of anxiety” into which you are spiraling. After the jump, find eight wonderful non-verbal options to greet women when a hug or a handshake just won’t do. Keep reading »