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 »
I’ve been anticipating summer for months now, but this time, I think it actually is almost here. As the temperature inches ever closer to 80 degrees and sunny, I’ve been casting a critical eye on my beach style. This year, it’s time for a reboot. I’m ready to purge the limp sundresses and faded bathing suits in exchange for something fresh and new. I’m taking my cues for beach style from the people who do it best. Click through for a look at celebs who are really turnin’ it out.
Here’s the thing — I will gladly eat Mexican food every single day of the year. Thankfully, there’s a holiday tailor-made for someone like me, and that glorious day is Cinco de Mayo. This year, it’s time for something different. Instead of my signature salsa-in-a-jar-with-chips appetizer served with a Costco taquito entree, I’ll try one of these delicious and simple recipes. Educate yourself on Cinco de Mayo and take your party snacks to the next level with these nine delicious recipes. Buen provecho!
Thank. GOD. Where have you been? I have been waiting for the longest time to see you again, and I don’t know what you were doing or where you were at, but I am so so very glad you’re back.
Two months. Is there any good reason you were gone for two months? Your return has been sheepish; I sense that you were away for a good reason, but alas, your elusive nature guarantees that I’l never know why. I’m not sure what I did to make you leave for so long, but let me tell you, I am so relieved — and happy! — to see you again. Keep reading »