Zergnet: Simply Irresistible
A lot of scientific strides were made in the 2000s — including advances with the hybrid car, genetic engineering, and the Snuggie! But better than all that — OK, maybe not better — was the way technology improved the quality of music videos. So, let’s take a stroll down memory lane to the place where TV meets tunes and watch the 11 hottest music videos of the aughts.
It’s been 48 hours since I heard the news that Brittany Murphy—who I’ve loved since her days on that Disney Channel show, “The Torkelsons”—had died at the way, way too young age of 32 after cardiac arrest, and I’m still shocked. But there’s one person who isn’t: Perez Hilton. Earlier this month, he appeared on a California radio show called “AJ In The Morning.” When asked who in Hollywood he thought was heading towards a Michael Jackson-like demise, he said, “Brittany Murphy, maybe.” Eerie. And when he first posted about her death on his site, he wrote, “It’s absolutely devastating. Especially because this comes as no surprise! We, and those who knew Brittany personally, saw this coming. That does not make this any less horrible.” [SF Gate] Keep reading »
Looking for free booze? Just head to your local luxury retailer, where they might just be offering shoppers—whether they’re your average Joes or loaded P. Diddies—a glass of bubbly when you walk in the door. According to the New York Times, many stores are experiencing attitude readjustments in an attempt to lure in holiday shoppers. So in snobby boutiques where sales clerks may have never given you a second look, you may now find that a shopgirl is ready to compliment, fetch, and wait on you. At Bergdorf Goodman, for example, “almost every person who has stepped through the gilded revolving doors … has been given a hero’s welcome, with an honor guard of doting sales associates.” Keep reading »
As if the holidays aren’t already depressing enough, they can be just a tad bit more depressing when you’re single. There’s no one to buy gifts for, and worse, no one to buy gifts for you. Worse still, after the gift-giving holidays are over, there’s no one to kiss on New Year’s Eve.
Well, now that we’ve thoroughly depressed you, we’ll cheer you up with our tips for handling the holidays when you’re flying solo. Keep reading »
“It has taken me three years to decide on the scent because I really like B.O. and I think it’s sexy. I wanted to figure out a way to make it palatable to everybody. I was like, ‘How do you get B.O. in a bottle and make an atomizer of it?’ ‘Then it was all about trying to capture the sense of naughtiness in a bottle that it would be good for a man and a woman.”
While there are still a few days left in 2009, we’re going to feature some of our best and favorite posts from the last year. Each of your regular Frisky bloggers has picked out her 10 favorite posts from 2009—some you may remember well, others might have slipped past your radar. Either way, we hope you’ll relive the best of The Frisky in 2009. Next up: Annika! Keep reading »
How did we get to 2009 as the year of threesomes? Well, ’09 has been the year of a lot of things. It has most certainly been the year of the “no good, very bad man” as sex scandals have raged over the illicit sex lives of South Carolina Governor Mark Sanford, “Late Night” host David Letterman and, of course, Tiger Woods. It has been the year of Jon and Kate Gosselin. From separation to divorce, a day hasn’t gone by without one of the two of them making headlines, and the other appearing on the “Today Show” to talk all about it. It has been the year without Paris Hilton. Where did she go?
I don’t really have a type — men are just plain sexy, especially when they’re approaching me with a smile. A funny, confident guy trying to get on my good side drives me wild. But if I look down at his hands and they’re all Busted McDirty, that’s my manscaping dealbreaker. Nails you are too lazy to cut, with dirt caked underneath and uneven breaks, don’t even try it, pal! I’m a germaphobe and you’re not gonna get your funky fingers all over me. Is that ridiculously shallow? Maybe. But you know I’m totes nail-obsessed. I cannot handle a man who can’t handle his hands. How’s he gonna care for me if his own digits don’t mean a thing to him?
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