“You think love means someone has to get hurt terribly,” said my love guru.
I had just finished recounting my entire dating history for her — from middle school until present day. It took up nearly the entire session. I told her about the boyfriend who had blindsided me by telling me he was gay, the guy who left me for the woman he eventually married, and finally, my regrettable one-night stand marathon immediately following my sister’s wedding. Keep reading »
You guys out there in Frisky reader land might have noticed that we are thoroughly obsessed with “Friday Night Lights.” So naturally, we think the show’s theme song is genius, creating the perfect wistful ambiance in which to appreciate Tim Riggins’ posterior. The song is by Texas rockers, Explosions in the Sky, who specialize in beautiful, bittersweet guitar symphonies. Luckily, their new album, Take Care, Take Care, Take Care, is loaded with more tunes that will make you feel like you’re under an expansive, inky night sky as a flickering fire illuminates your face. Basically, turning on this record will make whatever you’re doing in real life seem like a poignant scene in an indie movie.
This morning, we were sad to learn of the death of Poly Styrene, the infamous singer of ’70s punk band X-Ray Spex. Styrene — born Marian Joan Elliott-Said — passed away yesterday at the age of 53 after battling an aggressive form of breast cancer. Her vocal stylings as the frontwoman and songwriter for the Spex had a profound effect on punk music and the waves of girl-fronted bands that would follow. Latter day feminist musicians like Sleater Kinney’s Corin Tucker and Bikini Kill’s Kathleen Hanna looked to Styrene for inspiration; at the beginning of the Spex’s breakthrough track, “Oh Bondage, Up Yours” (above), Styrene sweetly snarls, “Some people believe little girls should be seen and not heard. Oh bondage, up yours!”, encapsulating, no doubt, her marginalized position as a woman in British society, and in male-dominated punk rock specifically. Styrene’s free spirit was reflected even in her approach to the news of her terminal illness. “You remember that old song ‘Que Sera Sera, Whatever will be, will be, the future’s not ours to see’?” she told a reporter in March. “I’ve always felt that. It’s been a rollercoaster ride, but I wouldn’t change a thing.” As one fan wrote of her passing, “RIP Poly nothing plastic about her…” We couldn’t agree more. [The Guardian
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I grew up in Ohio (Lake Erie, what’s up!), about a million miles from an ocean. And so I understand that sometimes when you can’t get to the water, you have to bring the water yourself. That’s why we’ve selected these cool turquoise tops, skirts and dresses to immerse yourself in the blues.
Like may others on the interwebs, I am very excited for Anna Faris‘ upcoming flick, “What’s Your Number?” The movie is sort of like a female version of “High Fidelity,” and appeals to us because it’s about a woman having a hard time on the dating trail. When Anna Faris’ character reads in a magazine that 96 percent of women who’ve had sex with more than 20 guys don’t end up getting married, she freaks because, well, her number is 20. So she decides to go back and see if any of the ones she’s already boned—from Andy Samberg to Chris Pratt (Anna’s real life husband) to Joel McHale—was actually the one. The New Yorker totally spilled the beans on what happens in the end, but we’re still looking forward to it anyway. [NY Post] Keep reading »
It should come as no surprise that a woman who can rock animal print and leather at 65, once wrapped her girls in a sequined crop top. Damn. [F**k Yeah, Hot Actress] Keep reading »