Oh all powerful, all knowing Timing, why must you insist on being so wrong? I mean, sure, sometimes you are right, like the timing on the various dishes in my Thanksgiving feast, or the the timing of Melissa McCarthy’s one-liners in “Bridesmaids.” But those are examples of timing we can control; my beef is with you when I don’t have any. Keep reading »
When you’re in a committed relationship, it’s inevitable you will be asked by friends, among other people, if you plan on having children. When you’re in a committed lesbian relationship, it’s inevitable you’ll be offered your friends’ sperm.
My wife and I have been married six months and I’m not sure if it’s that fact alone or the rise in popularity of lesbian pregnancies in pop culture that has given the males in our lives the idea that we will be needing a donor very, very soon. Keep reading »
Happy Black Friday everyone! Hope your Thanksgiving was fabulous and fattening and as devoid of family drama as possible. It is a straight up miracle that I was not up and out of bed this morning at 4 a.m., ready to raid the stores like the shopaholic that I am. But you know what? Over the last few weeks, I made a decision not to participate in the rush to spend — after all, Black Friday is just a fancy, corporate-generated pseudo-holiday designed to make the masses feel good about blowing their money. And you know what? There are so many BETTER things to do on this lovely Black Friday than battling long lines and psychotic deal lovers — after the jump, I’ve got 10 suggestions for things you could do instead that will be relatively bruise free. (Seriously, at least one poor sap gets trampled at a Walmart every year.) Keep reading »
Ah, Thanksgiving: a day of gratitude, binge eating, and togetherness. Unfortunately, that whole “togetherness” thing doesn’t always go so smoothly. We all know to avoid inflammatory topics like religion and politics when convening with far-flung family members, but what happens when seemingly innocuous subjects cause tempers to flare and awkward silence to follow? To help you prepare for the worst, here’s a list of seven neutral conversation starters to try this Thanksgiving — and what to do if things turn bad…
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This week marks my third anniversary at The Frisky. (Amelia, where’s my damn cake?!) I know well by now the responses posts garner from readers — both “positive” and “negative.” Admittedly in the first year or so, aggressive or cruel reactions to my blog posts would surprise — genuinely surprise — and upset me. Despite my strongly worded, “loud” opinions in blog posts, I’m actually rather quiet, shy, thoughtful, and low-key in real life. By year three, I understand just what it means to put some of myself out there — whether it’s my opinions or my personal life — and how some people will react.
So I knew what I was doing, you could say, when I wrote the post “Oops: A Guy Asked Me On A Date & Laughed With Him.” I saw that piece as an awkward dating tale — er, asking out tale? — that are The Frisky’s bread and butter. I assumed, perhaps incorrectly, other readers would chime in with similar stories of guys asking them out and them responding in awkward ways. We’ve all been there, ladies, have we not? Keep reading »
Confession: I am obsessed with braids and always have been. If you look at my school pictures from ages 5 through 10, my hair is in some sort of crazy French braided hairstyle, courtesy of my mom’s talented fingers. Yet somehow, I have never learned how to do anything besides a traditional braid on my own hair. But after putting together this slideshow of nine mostly easy-ish braided hairstyles, I realized how I should be spending my long Thanksgiving weekend — practicing! Click on through to check out the different braids and how to do them. Keep reading »
A note about this piece: The Frisky obviously regularly features our own brand of celebrity fashion policing (The Good, The Bad & The WTF, generally). When Sally, who regularly writes for us, pitched me this topic, I thought she had a valid point, one that many share and that she would argue well. Having her piece appear on The Frisky, I hope, further illustrates that we’re a forum for a variety of opinions, even those that, at times, might seem contrary to each other. Her piece certainly gave me food for thought. — Editor
Go Fug Yourself was the first fashion blog I ever read. Hell, it might’ve been the first blog I ever read period. And it was hilarious, refreshing, a bright spot in my daily grind that prompted illicit giggles at the expense of misguided celebs and their lunatic stylists. When I first launched my own blog – which discusses the intersection of style and body image — I popped GFY right into my blogroll without even thinking about it. Fashion! Funny fashion! Of course I wanted their stuff associated with my stuff! Especially since, at the time, I felt that celebrities had no excuses to dress badly: They had all the money and resources in the world, and were professionally pretty. The occasional experimental high-style gaffe? OK. Slogging around in sweatsuits and expressing outrage at the resultant public scrutiny? Childish and idiotic. Keep reading »
When searching for new style ideas, sometimes the best place to look is the past. When it comes to hairstyles, especially, there is unlimited inspiration to be found in the curls, twists, and updos our mothers and grandmothers used to wear so well. Here are six vintage hairstyles that look just as fabulous now as they did on flapper girls and ’50s film stars, plus tutorials so you can easily incorporate them into your very modern life.
One of the most difficult ordeals a guy can face is the delicate matter of ending a relationship that his girlfriend still wants to continue, especially if he still cares for her. There are some good ways to go about it, but infinitely more bad ones, and I’ve certainly plumbed the latter category more times than I’d like to admit over the years. So, in the interests of sparing men (and women) the mistakes I’ve made, here’s what I’ve learned from my past. Keep reading »
The other day I told you about Becky, the Dr. Laura guest who can only get off by humping the corner of her laundry basket, which she’s had since college. She admitted to preferring the basket her husband Steve’s really “large” penis. There’s no denying that clean laundry is sexy as hell, but it’s clear that her feelings for the laundry basket run deeper than that. Becky’s is not the only case of a person being turned on by — or even having romantic feelings for — an inanimate object. Click through to read about more people with objectum sexuality, otherwise known as a romantic desire for inanimate objects such as laundry baskets. [Oprah]