In honor of Father’s Day we’re interviewing our dads to find out how their lives changed when we were born and what they learned about love and life as a parent. Today, Kate’s dad.
The other day, I ran across this photo of my family and it gave me a warm fuzzy feeling, even though I have an unfortunate bowl cut in it. My family is just amazing. You’ve seen my sister’s Halloween costume and met my mom for Mother’s Day, so since Father’s Day is coming up this weekend, I wanted to sit down with my dad—aka, the walking encyclopedia of everything—and ask him about his thoughts on being a parent. What he had to say was extremely interesting, and got me choked up. Oh, and I love that he, of course, referenced the two-year period in life where I played basketball. Yes, I went to Mike Krzyzewski’s basketball camp and my dad couldn’t have been prouder. Keep reading »
In honor of Father’s Day we’re interviewing our dads to find out how their lives changed when we were born and what they learned about love and life as a parent. Today, Simcha’s dad.
My dad, as Steven Martin would put it, is one “wild and crazy guy.” He likes Hawaiian shirts, sex jokes, and opera. In his truck, he was always hiding some present for me, a ladybug ring, cool pencils, a tennis ball he turned into a Ninja Turtle. It was never a dull moment growing up with that guy! I am definitely his equally wacky daughter. And although he calls the family dog by my name, a lot, I think he knows she doesn’t write for The Frisky; this bitch does. So, I decided to ask him these questions in honor of Father’s Day. He managed to surprise me, again, by actually getting all sentimental. This may be the first letter from him that does not have a fart joke. But don’t worry. Although he doesn’t let one rip, there is still plenty of Yiddish. Keep reading »
Recently, it has come to my attention that there are women out there curious about the self-love habits of the male species. (Specifically, a Frisky staffer who will probably get angry if I give her a shout-out in this post.) Since I have opined about female masturbation, it seems only fair that I pontificate on the mysteries of men self-pleasuring. As The Frisky’s houseboy/wizard/testosterone consultant, I feel it is my responsibility to explain such things. But first things first: your boyfriend or husband masturbates. No, this doesn’t mean you’re not satisfying him in bed. Tsk-tsk, it’s not always about you. This just means he has a penis, and some time to kill. Remember, female orgasms are tiny little atomic blasts. Male orgasms are more like Roman candles. Which we buy in bulk. Keep reading »
In nearly every interview conducted with “Twilight”‘s Taylor Lautner, the subject of his shirtlessness comes up. Lautner often seems uncomfortable with his man pecs being on display, saying being shirtless so much in the “Twilight” films was “awkward,” and “if I had to choose, I would never take my shirt off again in a movie, but I guess that’s not very realistic. I certainly won’t be asking to do it, though.” So, are we to assume he put up a big ol’ fight about getting shirtless for the new issue of GQ? Whatever the case, we’re happy he lost that heated battle. After the jump, one more shot (shirt on this time) and see more here. Keep reading »
In honor of Father’s Day we’re interviewing our dads to find out how their lives changed when we were born and what they learned about love and life as a parent. Today, Ami’s dad.
My dad Zac is the coolest cat on the block. He’s a Brooklyn dude who was a former college basketball player. And he’s still at the top of his game 30 years later. He’ll whoop your butt at just about any sport and he still makes time to climb the mountain every day. I know … crazy. But the thing I admire about him the most was how he chose to make his family his first priority in life. My father was always around … for everything. When I was young, we used to go on outings we called “Ami and Zolo solos.” We even made up a little song to go along with it. He would take me for breakfast and make fun of my favorite music – he liked to call Cyndi Lauper “Cindy Pooper” just to make me mad. As I got older, he carted me around to my rehearsals and singing lessons. He never missed a performance. And miraculously he still found a way to be at all of my brother’s sporting games. As I became an adult, I realized how incredibly witty and wise he is. I can always go to him if I need advice about my career or life or if I just need a laugh. And my favorite thing is if anyone has done me wrong, he threatens to hang them from a flagpole by their underwear. Must be a Brooklyn thing. Sigh … if only I could find a guy as great as my dad. After the jump, his thoughts about fatherhood. Keep reading »
Yesterday I was explaining to my brother the highly scientific way in which I decide which World Cup team to root for — who has the hottest players, obvs — and he asked me if I had a crush on Cristiano Ronaldo, who plays for
Spain Portugal. I was like, “Nah, he’s not my style.” But it turns out my loins were telling a lie, because I just saw this new Armani ad featuring Ronaldo and HOLY CRAP is he hot. Check out one more, after the jump, and then pass the detergent. Keep reading »