Hey guys, good news! The microbeads in your face wash are poison! Oh, wait, that’s terrible news, never mind.
You might have heard that Illinois banned microbeads from cosmetics and cleansers last week, and New York and California are right on our heels. It turns out – in an extraordinarily logical turn that really we should’ve seen coming a long time ago – that the tiny little plastic beads in your face wash are getting into the water supply, polluting arctic ice, and killing fish. There’s a different kind of microbead that’s being developed that isn’t so bad for the environment (it’s called PHA), but really, can we just take a minute and think about whether or not any kind of microbead is really necessary? (Spoiler alert: it’s not.) Keep reading »
I write this to you in the heat of the moment, still disgusted at what I just witnessed in the company ladies room. IT WAS NOT PRETTY. In fact, after slurping down several tall glasses of Long Island Iced Teas during a barbecue yesterday, I was forced to stop at a seedy, highway rest stop McDonald’s to pee, and I’m sad to report that their women’s restroom was cleaner than the one in my office building. But this isn’t just happening in my building. Gag-worthy workplace bathrooms— particularly ladies’ rooms— have become an epidemic. We can all relate. Keep reading »
Hi Frisky readers! I need your help! I can’t finish yawning. For the last two days, I keep feeling the neeeeeed to yawn and I’ll open my mouth (covering it if I’m among mixed company, natch) and will start yawning, but the yawn never fully hits its peak. As a result, I feel like I need to yawn all the time, but never get that satisfaction of actually getting my full yawn on. And now I’m obsessing about it, so every time a yawn hits, I start thinking about how I really hope this is the yawn that works and it never is. It’s very frustrating. Keep reading »
It’s beach season! Yay! That means that when I went to the beach last week I got sun poisoning, just like every year. Boooooo.
The whole concept of “sun poisoning” is baffling to me. Human beings have been living, hunting, farming, working, traveling, and just sort of existing in sunlight for our entire existence. The fact that I have such a violent reaction to sun exposure, then, made no evolutionary sense to me — that is, until I did my research. Here are nine important pieces of sun info you should know before you head out to soak up some rays this summer: Keep reading »
We love coconut oil! Not only does it taste oh-so-delicious, it’s also super healthy and can be used in place of many conventional body care products. Since we also love the earth and saving money, swapping out coconut oil for traditional products is a no-brainer. From cooking to skincare to hair treatments to mouthwash, the coconut oil possibilities are endless. Buy yourself an industrial-sized tub of it at Costco, and check out the list below for loads of fun ways to use this “magic oil”… Keep reading »
I am convinced my vagina should have the next lead role on “Game of Thrones,” because recently, it has done nothing but plot sadistic revenge and royally fuck me. Like many women have experienced, I woke up one day with some weird itching and burning in the land down under and knew that it was the beginning of the dreaded yeast infection. Before I high-tailed my ass to the doctor, I opted to try a three-day over-the-counter, injectable cream that made me feel like I was a toddler walking around with a load in my diaper, and since then, it’s been one problem after the next (all for which I’ve consulted professionals).
But through my struggles, I’ve found solace in the fact that my OB-GYN confirmed “these are common problems,” and “these things happen to everyone.” Every day, women everywhere are betrayed by their vaginas with “normal,” pain-in-the-ass issues that interrupt our sex lives, social lives, and just our ease of existence in general. YOU try discreetly walking up subway stairs with a vile’s worth of white, foamy cream slowly leaking into your panties. Here are seven common vag problems that, in my opinion, deserve their own support groups and pocket manuals. Keep reading »
Whether we notice it or not, we all face the occasional visit of a nagging voice inside our heads that questions whether we’re good enough. You know the one — it turns up when you’re face to face with your ex, putting yourself out there creatively or just looking at yourself in the mirror. That little inner critic can become our own worst enemy and even hold us back from pursuing the things that would make us happiest. The negative running dialogue in our head can sound like came from a bratty girl in a middle school cafeteria — only it never left. Where the hell does it come from? Keep reading »