About seven years ago, when I had just gotten out of two back-to-back, serious relationships, my good friend Sadie* was eager to get me to dip my toe back in the dating pool again. I was 26 years old and single for the first time in many, many years. So, basically, I had no idea what the hell I was doing. I had never really “dated” before.
I’d met my last two boyfriends randomly through friends. I wasn’t looking to meet them, I just did. We got to know each other slowly, there wasn’t any pressure, and I knew they both really cared about me. I thought this was just the way people met; that falling in love was something that happened easily. Looking back, I realize how terribly naive I was.
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Men know how to cook, because we have the right incentive to cook. Once upon a time, when men were men and women were women and men were cartoon gorillas and women were porcelain princesses, the man made money and the woman made casseroles. Men stayed out of the kitchen, and women stayed out of the workplace.
But times change. For instance: in the 1960s, people drove their car from the suburbs to an office building in the city. Today, we fly in jet packs from blimp cities to subterranean bunkers deep beneath the scorched earth. Also, women are working more and cooking less, and men are working less and cooking more. But let me be clear, we’re cooking because it impress the hell out of women. Are women too easily impressed? Maybe. Keep reading »
We always knew George Clooney was a silver fox sex god. What we didn’t know was that it dated all the way back to grade school. The hunky star tells the latest issue of Rolling Stone that he lost his virginity at 16, which he called “young, very young, too young.” But the most WTF big reveal from the Cloon are details about his first orgasm. “I believe it was while climbing a rope when I was six or seven years old,” he told RS. “I mean, nothing came out, but all the other elements were there. I remember getting to the top of the rope, hanging off the rope, and going, ‘Oh, my God, this feels great!’” I was going to make a joke like “Oh, to be that rope!” … then I remembered he was only in the first grade when this happened. [Rolling Stone]
George Clooney isn’t the only star to make revealing (and somewhat squicky) comments about their earliest sexual fumblings. After the jump, 15 more celebs dish on when and how they lost their virginity. Keep reading »
For as long as I can remember, I’ve loved to cook. And while I love cooking for myself, I especially love cooking for others. It’s one of the ways I feel most comfortable showing affection. Cooking brings out a nurturing side that, quite frankly, is just waiting to kick into high gear once I have a kid. Cooking makes me feel womanly and, by extension, cooking for a man makes me feel sexy. But cooking for men I’ve dated over the last few years, since I became single following the breakup of my engagement, hasn’t been as positive an experience as I would have hoped. In fact, it’s something that I now vow I won’t do until I feel a certain security with the man sitting across from me at the dinner table. Keep reading »
Last week, in honor of our mission to “Get Bitchin’ In The Kitchen,” I asked you to send me your favorite recipes for a forthcoming slideshow. Well, I got so many recipes that one slideshow just ain’t gonna suffice. Instead, I’m going to post the recipes over the course of the week — and I’m still accepting more, so send ‘em (to email@example.com) if you got ‘em! First up, three yummy pasta recipes from readers Sarah, Allison, and Megan!
I didn’t learn how to cook growing up. It’s not that my mom and dad didn’t know how to cook themselves; they’re both quite good cooks, actually. Dad makes a mean spaghetti sauce and I’ve planned entire weekends around Mom’s French onion soup, endive salad, and eggplant parm. But both of them are, and always have been, so absurdly territorial in the kitchen that I never much felt welcome. There’s many times I’ve tried to help out and perhaps pick something up, and gotten shooed away.
So I stopped trying. I cultivated indifference. I sat back while they cooked real meals for me well into adulthood. Whatever meals I cooked for myself were not real meals — in fact, I don’t know if you could say I “cooked” them. All throughout college and after college, I ate the kind of “instant meals” that American grocery stores are known for: macaroni and cheese, instant rice, ramen noodles, pasta sauce out of a jar. Maybe if I was getting fancy, I’d make a salad or scrambled eggs. Keep reading »
Remember Bonkers? Clearly Canadian? Planter’s Cheez Puffs? As much as you might love them, you can’t get them anymore. The food gods have declared these products, and the eight others on this list snack food non grata. Try as you might, you won’t be able to find these tasty (and, okay, not so tasty) treats anywhere. We’ve compiled some of our most-loved, but we want to hear what snack foods you miss the most. Tell us your gone-but-not-forgotten favorites in the comments.
Men and food: the relationship is deep and intertwined. Ever since the days when a man clubbed a pterodactyl on the head and dragged it back to the cave for her to pop in the deep-fryer, women have known that food is very important to them. Possibly, dare I say, even more important than blowjobs?
Yet a man’s relationship with food causes us Frisky ladies to ask many questions. How can they not understand why we need to eat chocolate cupcakes every day during our period? Why do they think Nacho Cheese Combos count as food? And what should we whip up in the kitchen if we want to get laid?
I wrangled up a few dude friends — including a couple guys I dated — and picked their brains for answers. And, in the process, I learned that I’m making mashed potatoes all wrong, apparently.
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For those of you who enjoy getting your cook on, you know that kitchen gadgets and sex toys are hard to tell apart. In honor of Get Bitchin’ In The Kitchen week, we’ve prepared a fun little quiz for you. Click through and see if you can guess if each item is a sex toy or a kitchen utensil.
It’s a rare man who knows how to deal with an emotional woman. I know that “feelings” scare a lot of dudes and in their fear and perfectly admirable desire to “fix things,” they become inert, inept, or insensitive. I’ll never forget the first time my most serious boyfriend saw me cry. He didn’t say anything at all, he just started to tear up with me. I remember thinking the man was a f**king genius! And I love him! And he should write a guide book for the rest of mankind! Not that I expect every man to cry with me, not at all, I just want them to let me feel without trying to make it stop, to comfort me without making me uncomfortable. But that’s rare. In the midst of an emotional jag, I usually end up reassuring the man that my emotions will soon come to an end and life as they know it will resume. This is why I prefer going to my female friends when I’m upset, they know better than to tell me to “buck up” or something lame like that. Just shut up and pass the tissues. After the jump, some things guys say when we’re emotional that really don’t work and some much better alternatives. Keep reading »