I can’t wait — like, cannot wait — for “Bridesmaids” to come out. Kristen Wiig, Maya Rudolph, Jon Hamm (!!!), and food poisoning jokes? Yes, please. Also, three golden retriever puppies appeal to my inner nine-year-old girl. This “dirty version” of the “Bridesmaids” trailer — NSFW on account of salty language and Jon Hamm getting some reverse cowgirl action — has me feeling excited in my panties, for real. [IndieWire] Keep reading »
You knew we were obsessed with our food rakes and our chicky chicky parm parm after “Parks and Recreation”‘s Tom Haverford (played by Aziz Ansari) came up with a list of special Tom-centric food terms. And now we’ve got a whole bunch of new Tom Haverfordisms to memorize and incorporate into our food vocabularies. Gum? Chew Chew Trains. Light beer? Funky Soda. Dumplings? Lil’ Surprises, of course. Click to see several other Haverfoods after the jump! (And even more at the link.) [TomHaverfoods.com] Keep reading »
“Summer In The City” is not just a hit song in the ’60s by Lovin’ Spoonful. It’s also author Candace Bushnell‘s second “prequel” young adult novel about Carrie Bradshaw, a.k.a. the way she keeps making mucho clams off “Sex and the City.” (Not that I blame her!) Summer In The City picks up where The Carrie Diaries left off: it’s the ’80s, 17-year-old Carrie Bradshaw has come to New York City to take writing classes the summer before college, and she gets mugged as soon as steps out of Port Authority. (If she was coming from Connecticut, she would have stepped out of Grand Central Station, but whatever.) Carrie calls the one phone number she has on her — her best friend’s cousin — and meets Samantha Jones, her first friend in New York. Later in the book, Carrie meets Miranda Hobbes “in front of Saks, where Miranda is protesting pornography,” according to USA Today. Hey, if we have to revisit the ’80s sex wars about feminism and pornography, better do it with Candace Bushnell than Andrea Dworkin, right? Charlotte York does not seem to make an appearance in Summer In The City — but maybe that will be for a possible third prequel.
Hey, let’s get real: I’m totally going to buy this book and read it in one night while eating a pint of Cherry Garcia. [USA Today] Keep reading »
Hands down, the best thing about working at The Frisky is our amazing readers. We so heart all of your witty, thoughtful, and informative comments—heck, we even appreciate the mean ones. Sometimes, we can’t help but wonder about the faces behind the avatars. So we decided to launch a weekly column where we learn all about a Frisky reader. After the jump, meet applescruff, one of our most prolific commenters. Keep reading »
You guys out there in Frisky reader land might have noticed that we are thoroughly obsessed with “Friday Night Lights.” So naturally, we think the show’s theme song is genius, creating the perfect wistful ambiance in which to appreciate Tim Riggins’ posterior. The song is by Texas rockers, Explosions in the Sky, who specialize in beautiful, bittersweet guitar symphonies. Luckily, their new album, Take Care, Take Care, Take Care, is loaded with more tunes that will make you feel like you’re under an expansive, inky night sky as a flickering fire illuminates your face. Basically, turning on this record will make whatever you’re doing in real life seem like a poignant scene in an indie movie.
Like may others on the interwebs, I am very excited for Anna Faris‘ upcoming flick, “What’s Your Number?” The movie is sort of like a female version of “High Fidelity,” and appeals to us because it’s about a woman having a hard time on the dating trail. When Anna Faris’ character reads in a magazine that 96 percent of women who’ve had sex with more than 20 guys don’t end up getting married, she freaks because, well, her number is 20. So she decides to go back and see if any of the ones she’s already boned—from Andy Samberg to Chris Pratt (Anna’s real life husband) to Joel McHale—was actually the one. The New Yorker totally spilled the beans on what happens in the end, but we’re still looking forward to it anyway. [NY Post] Keep reading »
Levi Johnston has more dirt to dish on the Palin family, apparently: the ex-fiancé of Bristol Palin is penning a tell-all book called Deer in the Headlights: My Life in Sarah Palin’s Crosshairs. Alaska’s hunkiest baby daddy apparently didn’t tell all already in his Vanity Fair smear piece or in his forthcoming reality show, “Loving Levi.” This man’s well never runs dry! Levi released a statement through his publisher reading: “I want to tell the truth about my close relationship with the Palins. My sense of Sarah and my perplexing fall from grace – how I feel and what I’ve learned. I’m doing this for me, for my boy Tripp and for the country.” Also, the money. The sad truth is that I would read Levi Johnston’s book before I’d read any book by Sarah Palin. [People] Keep reading »
Dear New Yorker,
Obviously, you are an awesome magazine. However, I have one small, teensy weensy beef. Could you please—possibly—stop ruining the ending of movies for me? Last night, on a 10-hour flight from Buenos Aires to New York, I sat down determined to catch up on your last three issues. In one, I read a review of Jake Gyllenhaal‘s newish movie, “Source Code.” I had been planning to see it. Emphasis on the had. While you didn’t go into details, you told me how it unfolds in the end. Which sort of takes the wind out of a movie’s sail, doesn’t it? But even worse, in a fantastic article about Anna Faris and her specific brand of girl humor, you let me know the surprise twist ending of her upcoming click, “What’s Your Number?” Which. Doesn’t. Even. Come. Out. Until. SEPTEMBER. Reading this reminded me of the collective sigh of 100 students in my Intro to Film Studies class in college when our professor told us the secret to “Chinatown” before we watched. Keep reading »
Heather Morris, aka Brittany S. Pierce, has quickly become our favorite Gleek thanks to her awesome one-liners and killer dance moves. So when I saw that Esquire had posted a video called “How To Dance With Heather Morris,” I got kind of excited. I was picturing “Darrin’s Dance Groove” from back in the ’90s, thinking I’d get some of Heather’s patented “Single Ladies” dance steps broken down move-by-move. Instead, I got the above video of Heather shaking her groove thang in a skimpy leotard and teased-to-there hair. Hot, sure? But helpful, not so much. I think I’ll skip the humping the floor move for now. Keep reading »
Today’s very important GIF comes to us by way of last Thursday’s life-changing episode of “Parks and Recreation,” in which Aziz Ansari’s character, Tom Haverford, breaks down his own Haverfordian food names. Whatever. The point is, you really want to know what a pre-bird is, trust us. Keep reading »