The older I get, the better I become at listening to what my intuition is telling me. I haven’t always been able to read when something is “off” with a guy, but I’m figuring it out. And thank God.
Take this weekend. I’d been messaging for a couple days with a guy from an online dating website. Let’s call him Empty Profile. We’re calling him that because he had a mostly empty profile. He wrote a few brief lines about himself, which didn’t reveal much, but he did post several pictures of himself. We flirted back and forth and Empty Profile eventually asked me if I wanted to get drinks on Saturday night. Keep reading »
Have you been watching every episode of “The Bachelor” and “The Bachelorette” since way back? Us, too. Have you been just a little disappointed and confused and, oh why don’t I just say it, bitter at how much less shiny and magical actual romances are in real life? Us, too. Have you ever acted like a coo-coo bananas bird after a breakup? US, TOO! Well, there’s a new book out this summer called Love Rehab: A Novel In 12 Steps, written by Jo Piazza, a former gossip columnist for the New York Daily News, that combines all of these topics!
We get mailed a lot of books that you could classify in the “chick lit” genre here at The Frisky. Amazon.com ain’t got nothing on us! Most of them I send straight to the giveaway pile, but every so often I’ll read one (preferably lying in the sun, with my pedicured toes in the sand) that’s smart and funny and shareable with friends. Love Rehab is that book. After the jump, Jo Piazza answered some questions for me via email about her best breakup tips and her thoughts on current “Bachelorette” Desiree! Keep reading »
Today in Things I Should Have Seen Coming: the jewelry my ex-husband gave my was fake. And really, why wouldn’t it be? It’s the perfect, almost too cliche, synopsis to the story of our marriage. Lies — all of it.
Almost three years ago, at the start of what would become a long, drawn out and difficult divorce, I had tucked little pink suede bag that contained the jewelry he had given me away in the back of my safe. Admittedly, it wasn’t much: two rings, a third passed down to him from a family member, and a tennis bracelet.
It seemed unfathomable, at the time, that I would ever reach this point, standing in a quaint little shop trying to convert the pieces into cash. I imagined myself handing them over to our daughter when she was older or just letting it collect dust, because selling it would just be wrong. Disloyal. Tacky, even. Keep reading »
Celebrity gossip is not the place to look for nuance or thoughtfulness. A lot of it is downright sexist. Take, for example, today’s headline on New York Post gossip page’s Page Six column, “Selena Gomez ‘To Blame For Justin Bieber’s Behavior’.”
You’re probably aware that pop stars Gomez and Bieber were, for a time, a couple. They broke up. You’re also probably aware that Bieber has been losing it a little bit lately: arguing with his neighbors, showing up late/canceling concerts, trying to fight paparazzi, running around in gas masks, abandoning his pet monkey.
Apparently, all of that is his ex-girlfriend’s fault! Keep reading »
Ivana Trump famously said, “Don’t get mad, get everything.” Jennifer from Greensboro, North Carolina, says whip out the charge card and buy yourself a humiliating billboard reading:
“Michael – GPS tracker – $250, Nikon camera with zoom lens – $1600, Catching my LYING HUSBAND and buying this billboard with our investment account – Priceless. Tell Jessica you’re moving in! – Jennifer.”
I hope Jessica is ready for this important step in their relationship. [AdWeek]
I seriously never thought I’d say this: I miss being engaged.
I don’t miss wedding planning, and I don’t miss being talked to as if, as a human with a ring and a vagina, I had no interests aside from talking about the details of “my” (so rarely, “our”) big day. I sure as shit don’t miss shopping for wedding dresses. I don’t miss getting Wedding Industrial Side-Eye because Patrick and I had, like, a wedding budget.
What I miss is the day-to-day experience of preparing to love someone publicly. Keep reading »
Earlier today, Jay Baruchel and Alison Pill‘s breakup was announced. The couple have been engaged since 2010 after meeting on the set of the movie “Goon,” and have been a rather adorable couple for a while now. Despite their generally low-key style of dating so far, it seems that their breakup may be a whole other story. According to Us Weekly, Baruchel tweeted, then deleted, the sentiment, “I won’t be on twitter for awhile gang. Getting dumped rules.” Ouch.
Telling people about the demise of your relationship with somebody is never fun. Nobody’s a fan of having to have newsfeeds of friends say that they “went from ‘in a relationship’ to ‘single’” while also going through the pain of ending that serious relationship. But while you may be tempted to spout off angry or bitter messages on the Internet regarding your present state of mind when it comes to your love life and your now-ex-partner, it may be for the best to have people find out organically (without the, er, pesticides of Twitter?) in order to avoid awkward comments on your Facebook status involving pity and sad emoticons from your loved ones. I personally believe in removing the relationship status thang altogether because…well, why bother telling people who don’t already know?
That said, if you do like to shout your feelings aloud or you simply must have the attention from every person on your Facebook/Twitter/Wordpress/Tumblr friends lists and all the ones in real life, too, here are some of the most excellent ways you can do so that are far better than a mere tweet. Read more: Read more…
It’s not an easy thing to do — erasing someone you used to love from your life. It’s more than difficult, to be honest. It rips at every part of your being, both physically and emotionally, but it must be done.
You can’t move on without letting go, and the first step is getting rid of the tangible items that are glaring reminders. It will be tough at first, but in the long run, you will have spared yourself additional pain. Read more…