On a recent trip to my childhood home I sat in my kitchen in a daze. I was daydreaming about my childhood self playing in the corner of the room where my toy kitchen set used to be. I spent hours in front of that mini-kitchen and despite all the playtime back then, today I dread stepping foot into a real kitchen to cook real food. But I know if I could still play in that fake kitchen I’d be having the time of my life. In my daydreaming, fantasy world childhood items were not deemed inappropriate for adults. During that whole longing to be young again moment, I remembered a post I wrote a few weeks ago on the exact opposite topic, Grown Up Things For The Little Ones. So to add a little balance to the Frisky, here’s a list of childhood items that adults should totally be allowed to enjoy, even if they’re meant for youngsters:
Sure it’s a pain to go to the bathroom while wearing a onsie but that doesn’t make it a less fun PJ substitute. It’s practically a shame that most people can’t even remember the day when they sported the one-piece pajama. The foot covers alone guarantee feeling little again. [Pajama City]
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Mamma mia! Why have we never seen spaghetti ice cream before? Italo-philes can buy a hand-pump spaghetti ice cream maker to squeeze out a plate of ice cream or gelato “noodles” and garnish with strawberry sauce and grated white chocolate, grated almonds or coconut flakes for “tomato sauce” and “cheese.”
The hand-held spaghetti makers run from $12 to $22, while the ones for commercial use run in the hundreds. You can even buy inserts to make “fettucine” or “lasagna.” Too cute. Also, we’re hungry. [Spaghetti Ice Cream] Keep reading »
The 4th of July is one of the times men really make themselves useful. I mean, think about it, this holiday has two main components: fireworks and grilling. Lighting things on fire and cooking with fire are some of the only things men can generally actually do better than us gals. So you can imagine my disappointment when I found a slew of videos that involve men messing up this holiday. It’s okay though, because these vids are hilarious. Revel in their stupidity with me, above and after the jump. Keep reading »
Imagine you are sitting in your high school English class. On your right sits Mischa Barton, soon to star on a show called the OC. On your left sits Alexandra Daddario, star on the soap opera All My Children. Behind you sits Tell Carlson, male supermodel and star of Christian Dior’s 2004 spring and summer campaign. In front of you your English teacher complains that Sarah Michelle Gellar and Julia Stiles never moaned when they read Pride and Prejudice in his class a few years ago. Class ends. You walk down the hall with your friend Polly Baird, a cast member of Broadway’s Phantom of the Opera, when Scarlett Johansson stops you and asks if she can retake your year book picture. Apparently the one she took of you last week didn’t turn out very well.
This scene is not a description from High School Musical 3 (though no one bats an eye lash when people randomly break out into song and dance), but rather one of my memory’s as a ballet dancer and student on an average day at the Professional Children’s School. Keep reading »
Sure, sure, the Founding Fathers saved us from tyranny and taxation without representation blah, blah, blah. I doubt good old George Washington or jolly Jefferson realized the danger they were placing the future of American women in. Obama is protecting us from aliens attempting to enslave the human race, but who is going to protect us from the hidden dangers that lurk in the shadows of every 4th of July party? Well, unless you invite me I can’t stop you from attempting to line dance when you have no coordination, but I can forewarn you of the most common dangers you are likely to encounter in your red, white, and blue nautical shorts. Keep reading »
The French seem to do everything better. They’ve got awesome healthcare, don’t get fat, and have closets full of Chanel. Apparently, they also know how party on the 4th of July—with a city-wide treasure hunt in Paris, called Les Trésors de Paris (the treasures of Paris). The day-long experience leads groups through sets of riddles that take them to destinations that even Paris natives might not know about like secret gardens and historical buildings. Along the way, you get to meet shopkeepers and other participating business owners. If you make it to the secret final location in time, you’re entered into a ballot from which you get the chance to win rad prizes like swank dinners, hotel stays, or special Paris walking tours. The grand prize gains the winner entrée into an annual secret cabaret that’s one of those invite-only events Parisians clamor to get into. Two other awesome things of note: the hunt was organized in part by the city itself (props to the French government), and in part by a company that specializes in making treasure hunts, which might possibly be the raddest job ever. Except of course, working for TheFrisky. [Tresorsdeparis.fr, English translation available by clicking the U.K. flag item at the bottom of the page]
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Or as she put it, “I’m not retreating, so much as advancing in another direction.” May I be so bold as to commend the Governor for this extraordinary act of patriotism? Surely this has nothing to do with that little Vanity Fair story does it? [CNN] Keep reading »
The deaths of Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett kept us, sadly, preoccupied this week—but this is The Frisky, so we still found some time to have fun, too! If you missed it the first time around, here’s what we were talking about.
It’s 4th of July weekend, which means you’re gonna be busy, sun-soaked and let’s face it, drunk. Since you’ll be useless on Sunday anyway, you might as well take it easy while reliving American history with “Public Enemies” or you can take the munchkins to “Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs” but keep in mind that 3-D isn’t the most hangover-friendly dimension. Keep reading »