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We here at The Frisky live for celeb gossip, chocolate, and your comments. What can we say? You bitches crack us up! In honor of you, our smart, sexy, and incisive readers, who aren’t afraid to talk smack on the Internet, we’re giving away prizes! Each week we’ll award you awesome, internet chatty Cathy’s a little something special. This week, five winners will receive ClinQs Reusable Drink Stickers. Without further adieu, the lucky winners of this week’s Gift For Gab. Keep reading »
Since it’s Friday, and we’re all ready for a good laugh, and it’s going to be six whole days before we get our “Millionaire Matchmaker” fix, here’s a funny cartoon parody to tide us over until then. In it, Patty takes a look at video clips from some of our favorite millionaires this season, including “sex toy Dave,” that really dumb basketball player, and the dude from Las Vegas with the “Bozo hair.” Now, let’s “meet the penises that are going to do the picking this week,” shall we? Keep reading »
The Zodiac Killer wasn’t just a serial psychopath—he was also a terrible dad. O, at least that’s what Deborah Perez is saying. Yesterday, she announced that her father, Guy Ward Hendrickson, was the notorious murderer who terrorized the Bay Area in the 1960s. Five Zodiac victims were confirmed, but in creepy letters he sent to local newspapers, he claimed 37. Not only are the crimes still unsolved, but his code remains uncracked. [San Francisco Chronicle] Keep reading »
Ann Ward is by leaps and bounds the most awkward girl to appear on “America’s Next Top Model.” At 6’2″ she towered over the other already-tall contestants and she had a Vivien Lee-sized waist that caused controversy before Cycle 15 even started. Oh, and her personality. Ann is not just soft-spoken—when she speaks, it actually sounds like it hurts her to force out words—and she is shy to the millioneth degree. While Ann continuously blew the judge’s away with her photos over the course of the season, when it came to walking the runway she was like a baby giraffe to take its first steps. And when it came to shooting commercials, it was just hard to watch. See: her falling over and over again and breaking into tears during the roller skating commercial.
But now, SPOILER ALERT, Ann is no longer the season’s the freaky girl. She is America’s Next Top Model. She somehow managed to out-model her icy blonde competitor, Chelsey, and will get the most high fashion placement the show has offered this far—a spread in Vogue Italia as well as representation by an agency. Ann, of course, represents a familiar “Top Model” archetype—the ugly duckling Tyra hopes to turn into a swan. Let’s take a look back at Ann’s sisters in awkward. Keep reading »
An Amazonian ant colony has done away with sex, preferring to reproduce via cloning. Queen ants replicate themselves to produce genetically identical daughters. Biologist Ann Himler of the University of Arizona and her team were studying the ants’ ability to cultivate crops. This particular species, Mycocepurus smithii, is able to grow a greater number of fungi crops, which are used for nutrition, than other farmer ant species, said Himler. “When we started to study this species more closely, we just weren’t finding any males. That’s when we started to look at them in a different way.” Keep reading »
Confession. Sometimes when I go on a really successful shopping binge at, say, a store like Charlotte Russe, where I literally pilfer the racks of all their amazing awesomeness, I’ll declare, “I totally raped the Russe today.” Yes, raped.
I am not the only person who uses the word “rape” to describe something other than sexual assault. Mikki Halpin says the word is rapidly becoming a popular term within pop culture, from Taylor Kitsch on “Friday Night Lights” using it to describe a bad audition and viewer assessments of Jon Stewart’s critique of Jim Cramer’s financial predictions. She writes:
“Increasingly, rape is used to describe experiences such as a sports loss, a poor score on a video game, or being on the losing end of a business deal. Again, these are all unpleasant experiences, but none rise to the level of what rape truly means.”
I’ve never announced this in such a public forum. I, Amelia, am a Trekkie. When I was 12, I wrote a book (200 pages, single-spaced). A Star Trek book. There was Trekkie friendship and Trekkie romance, and writing it was my outlet at a time when I was very shy and very acne-d. I have gone to not one but two “Star Trek” conventions — although, in my defense, it was my dad’s idea. My first celebrity crush was on Wil Wheaton, who played Wesley on “The Next Generation,” and I wrote him two fan letters. “Star Trek II: The Wrath Of Khan” is the best of the movies, but I hate “Star Trek: IV,” otherwise known as “the one with the whales.” I still watch “Star Trek” sometimes, when I catch an episode on TV, and no one is around to make fun of me. I have seen every episode of the first series and the “Next Generation” series multiples times, and I think the other series pale in comparison.
For 20 years, “Star Trek” has been my secret shame, my guilty pleasure. Being a “Star Trek” fan has never, ever, ever been cool. “Star Wars” and “Battlestar Gallactica” have always been for the cool nerds. “Star Trek” was for the friendless losers. But seeing Heidi Klum flashing the “Live Long and Prosper” gang sign at the L.A. premiere of the “Star Trek” prequel movie made me realize something. My secret shame is suddenly cool. And I am annoyed. Keep reading »