All I want to wear this summer are tiny cutoff shorts and flowy, floral kimono jackets. Is that OK? Is it still OK if I’m almost 30 and would rather die than go anywhere near an outdoor music festival? Sure hope so, because I’m gonna wear it anyway. [Cherry Blossom Kimono Jacket: $48, Frolic Apparel]
Full-grown platypuses* are sort of unsettling to look at. I mean, the British settlers didn’t call them “water moles” for nothing (shudder). But look at these itty bitty baby platypuses! Have you ever see anything cuter and more snuggly looking in your life? They’re like living, breathing beanie babies! Or mini hippos! I want 10 of them, please. And little top hats to put on them. [I Fucking Love Science]
*My 7th grade biology teacher used to get SO mad if any of us uttered the word, “platypuses.” She would actually whack our desk with a ruler and say, “The plural of platypus is platypi. PLATYPIIIIIII!!!” But I just found out that the plural of platypus is in fact “platypuses,” and now I feel both vindicated and confused.
Here at The Frisky, we spend a lot of time talking about wine – our favorite kinds, the crafts we can make with all the leftover corks, etc, etc — but that doesn’t mean we don’t love us some beer too! And beer, like wine, is a surprisingly versatile ingredient in the kitchen. You can use it to add rich, full flavor from everything to soups to seafood. Crack open a cold one and click through for some beer-based recipes, from the classics (beer cheese fondue!) to the novel (pale ale pasta sauce!) to the OH MY GOD GET IN MY MOUTH RIGHT NOW (beer-candied bacon!!!)…
I remember a few years ago when argan oil was first becoming a hot new beauty trend in the states, my boss at the time said, “You know where argan oil comes from, right? Goat poop.” Of course, I initially wrote her off as a goat poop conspiracy theorist, but it’s true. Goats in Tamri, Morocco have learned that a bit of acrobatic climbing of the local argan trees will earn them a sweet snack: argan berries. After enjoying their lunch high up in the trees, they digest the berries, which are then easily harvested from their droppings that fall to the ground. After the berries are removed from the excrement, they’re pressed to make oil for cooking, hair, and skin products. Kind of gross, kind of amazing, but definitely intriguing enough to add “go watch goats climb trees and poop out a high-end beauty product” to my bucket list. [When On Earth]
Last month at Coachella, Andrew Garfield walked out on stage in a white lace dress and a blonde wig to strike a few victorious poses during Arcade Fire’s song, “We Exist.” As the teaser we posted last week indicated, the live footage was shot for the finale of the “We Exist” video, which stars Garfield as a young person struggling with gender identity. The mini movie is equal parts heartbreaking and inspiring, a combination of reality and fantasy. By the end, it’s hard not to cheer along with the Coachella crowd. Check it out above. [Rolling Stone]
Have you ever run out to grab lunch alone, only to realize you didn’t bring your phone or a book or a magazine or anything to read while you eat? It’s super awkward and boring, right? Author Jonathan Safran Foer thought so too, while eating a burrito at Chipotle one day. “I really just wanted to die with frustration,” he told Vanity Fair of his solo lunch experience, which might sound a tad dramatic, but hey, he’s a writer, give him a break. Anyway, Foer decided to do something to ensure no one else ever had to suffer through a burrito bowl without some good reading material, so he emailed the CEO of Chipotle, Steve Ells. Keep reading »
After this brutal winter, I was so, so excited when the sun finally came out and the average temperature rose from 6 to 76. “Ahh, spring is here!” I sang merrily as I busted out my flowy tank tops, lopped all the legs off my jeans, and hung a hammock in my backyard. After pouring myself a glass of iced tea, I went out to enjoy the first warm afternoon, but my fantasy was promptly interrupted by a terrible, ugly reality: MOSQUITOES. MOSQUITOES EVERYWWHEEERRRREEE. I fought them off for a few minutes before finally retreating inside to scratch my bites, clean the spilled tea off my shirt, and glare at the cloud of blood-suckers buzzing around my sad, empty hammock.
Mosquitos are like childbirth: you never remember how awful they are until you’re right in the midst of them. And, like clockwork, I had forgotten about the horrors of mosquitoes until they were upon me, ravaging my legs and arms and ruining my idyllic spring lifestyle.
But luckily, in spite of my mosquito amnesia, I did remember something else. Keep reading »
“My wife read the ["Neighbors"] script. She’s a writer. She’s one of the people who was like, ‘This isn’t how it would be. We get along, I want to have fun too…’ And then as we started talking about it, that actually became the most exciting idea of the movie to us, that we could portray a couple where the wife is just as fun-loving and irresponsible as the guy, and they get along really well. In a comedy, that’s almost non-existent. An actual healthy couple that really likes each other.”
Seth Rogen tells Studio 360 how his new movie, “Neighbors,” ended up defying the “nagging, super serious wife” trope and making Rose Byrne’s character just as fun-loving and misbehaving as her hubby. Turns out we can thank Seth’s wife, Lauren Miller (cowriter of the hilarious “For A Good Time Call…” BTW), for shaking some sense into the dudes who wrote the original script. Seth also had some really sweet things to say about how his own marriage is nothing like movie marriages: Keep reading »
Yesterday I was taking an early morning walk around downtown Nashville, as I do most days before work. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining, lots of people were out jogging, biking, or taking leisurely strolls. I was greeted with many jovial “morning, ma’am!”s. I might have whistled the tune to “Zip-ah-dee-doo-dah” at one point. It was a perfect morning. And then I turned a corner and came face to face with a guy wearing a giant yellow raincoat, with a battered snow shovel propped up on his shoulder. He shuffled by me, glaring and muttering. The only thing that ran through my head, once I was reasonably sure he wasn’t going to murder me, was, “Buddy, you need to check your vibes.” Just a quick vibe check in the morning before heading out the door — a glance in the mirror, a second thought about accessorizing with a weirdly threatening snow shovel on a sunny day in May — could have vastly improved the situation. But hey, it’s not just this guy; we could all use a vibe check every once in awhile. Here are 12 signs you might need to check yours: Keep reading »
In light of songs like “Donkey” (shudder) taking over the mainstream country airwaves, I feel the need to even things out a bit by presenting some evidence that good country music is still being made, even if radio stations insist on plugging their ears and yelling “LALALALA” when confronted with any artist that’s not Florida Georgia Line. So here’s one I’m loving right now: “Friends Don’t Let Friends Drink (And Fall In Love),” by LA-based country singer Sam Outlaw. It’s a honky tonk ballad perfect for a hot summer day sipping whiskey on the porch. And the video, in which the song is masterfully lip synced by some adorable kids for a crowd of stuffed animals, is just too good not to share. Enjoy! [YouTube]