Ugh, it’s so unfair.
What did I do to deserve this?
No one ever asks me out.
Dating — or whatever you want to call the experience of interacting with the gender to which you are attracted — can be a very frustrating experience. Generally, we meet a lot of people before a connection is sparked and then pursued. And that connection usually dwindles and dies at some point, putting us back at square one, starting the whole search for a connection all over again. Basically, dating is a universal clusterfuck but it’s something that we all, at least at some point or another, take as a personal affront, as something we have a worse time at than anyone else. Like passengers at an airport going through security, we sometimes think of ourselves as victims of a process that we have no choice to participate in and that, for whatever reason, we’re the lone person to be earmarked for an extensive, invasive baggage check. Everyone else gets to waltz through without a care in the world, while we are held back and risk missing the flight to Happy Relationship Town. Keep reading »
When I tell people that once, when I was in 7th grade Sunday school class, I was shown a video starring Kirk Cameron and his wife Chelsea Noble that illustrated the dangers of sex with laughing carnival workers and evil clowns, they don’t believe me. Well, here it is (presented in three parts, after the jump).
Every time I see Kirk Cameron — especially now, speaking out about how homosexuality is “unnatural” and “detrimental” — I think of my 13-year-old self sitting in a dark classroom, terrified, watching the 1993 Focus on the Family abstinence-only “educational presentation” called “Sex, Lies & … The Truth.” The beginning of the film isn’t subtle: Shots of Kirk and Chelsea talking about delaying sex until marriage are interwoven with warped shots of haggard carnival workers laughing maniacally; close-ups of antiquated games, a cackling clown, and menacing rides; and a frightening-looking roller coaster in motion, camera placed firmly at the front car’s helm. “I think it’s real easy sometimes to look at life like it’s just this great ride or it’s just this awesome game, and you’re out to have as much fun as you can,” Kirk begins. Keep reading »
As fun as it is to buy a new dress or a fabulous pair of platform sandals, sometimes it’s even better to take a break from accumulating new stuff and purge some of the ridiculous things we tend to hold onto. And with Spring coming up, it’s the perfect time to declutter your life. Not sure what to get rid of? We came up with this cheat-sheet to get you started. Please feel free to add to this list in the comments! Keep reading »
The other day Winona and I were walking back from getting sandwiches (women always be eating sandwiches!) and a guy on the street told me that he liked my tights. It was a mellow cat call, or what I, and other ladies from Philly, like to call a “holler.” Sometimes, guys will straight up ask if they can “holler at you,” but often, a holler will occur on the street or in the bar without warning. We’ve provided this handy chart to help you discern whether the holler you’ve received is of the mild, non-offensive “streetpreciation” variety, or something more sinister and wanton.*
*All hollers referred to in the above chart actually happened to a member of the Frisky staff or one of our friends, lest you think this phenomenon doesn’t exist.
Ask a group of women to talk about how they feel about wearing makeup and you’ll hear a million different stories. That’s what I found out this morning when I, apparently, touched a nerve by asking my co-workers about it.
One of us says she feels naked without makeup on and even wears it during her soccer games. Another said she was raised by women who thought that if you didn’t put on lipstick before leaving the house, you must not care how you presented yourself to the world. A third said her mom never wore makeup — besides red lipstick — and didn’t encourage her to, but that acne and low self-esteem in her teenage years made her feel way prettier with it on.
I couldn’t relate to any of these stories. Keep reading »
I was having lunch with the rest of the Frisky staffers on Monday when they asked what my boyfriend, Nick, does for a living. “He’s a cheesemonger,” I said, and the entire group literally gasped in unison. “You’ve hit the dating jackpot!” they said, and it’s true, life with a cheesemonger is pretty sweet (well, savory might be a better word). Believe it or not, though, there are a few downsides too. Here are the pros and cons of dating a professional cheese man… Keep reading »