Oh, how I begged Mom to pay extra money for that totally ’80s laser background on school portraits. She said always said “no” because, clearly, she was SO MEAN. Twenty years later, I’ve got nothing to submit to the We Have Lasers blog (***mullet warning***). Rats! [We Have Lasers!!!!!!] Keep reading »
Food is an essential for life, of course, but it’s also a vital component of relationships. Without food, what would we do on dates? There would be no candlelit dinners, and no romantic champagne and strawberries or other supposedly aphrodisiac combos. In her new book The Gastronomy of Marriage, Michelle Maisto explores what happens in the food department after the dating stage is over, recounting the year before she and her fiancé, Rich, got married, and what they ate.
Both Michelle and Rich love a delicious meal, and they initially shared cooking duties when they moved in together; neither wanted to live according to dated rules dictating gender roles. But as Rich worked more to earn money for the wedding, Michelle volunteered to do his share, creating a more traditional division of work at home. So, did they go back to co-chefs after they got married? And how can a vegetarian and a meat-eater dine in harmony? We spoke with Michelle via email about food and marriage. Keep reading »
Remember how I couldn’t shut up about fine rhymin’ Speech Debelle
? Well, the Lauryn Hill of England, as I dubbed her, has just been awarded the Mercury Prize
, basically THE music prize in the U.K. So, basically, Speech is the shiznit, officially. But lucky for us, she’s not the only lady shakin’ up the international music industry. Here are some other foreign female crooners you should check out.
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If Tyra Banks can share with everyone on “The Tyra Show” when she got her first period—during 11th grade, at her dad’s house—so can The Frisky editors. I’ll start!
Mine came the summer after 7th grade on the second morning of sailing lessons at the local country club. (Shut up, I’m a WASP.) One the first day of obnoxiously preppy sailing class, the students had to tread water in the pool for a few minutes to prove that we wouldn’t drown if the boats capsized. But my Blair Waldorf-ian self woke up the morning of the second class with blood in my underwear! Because I’m my mom’s baby, she majorly teared-up over me getting my period—so embarrassing! So I just snatched the pads from her and hissed that I didn’t want to talk about it. Mom had no chance to teach me about tampons and I didn’t ask!
But I spent the next several days of sailing class terrified we’d have to go in the pool again, or my boat would capsize and I’d get wet, and everybody would know I was wearing a big, soggy pad. To this day, that’s pretty much all I remember about sailing lessons! I didn’t use a tampon for the first time until I was 16 (during a performance of “The Vagina Monologues” of all places). Alas, by then, my sailing days were over.
I’m not the only Frisk-ette with a slightly tragic first period story. Our tales of tampons and trauma, after the jump. Keep reading »
Keep reading to check out six runway looks …
Every season there are those celebrity appearances that just have us wondering, Why? While it goes without saying that the runway show for Rosa Cha would draw a few boys and men to the tents, given the skinny-mini Brazilian-cut bikinis that the brand is so well known for, an appearance by Sean Paul was one that even celebrity followers were surprised by. But like a true sport, he took pictures with fans while waiting to greet designer Alexander Herchcovitz and seemed appreciative of the designs that were sent down the runway. Do we have a new Kanye West on our hands? Keep reading »
It may be Friday, but today, in case you’ve sequestered yourself from all calendars, is also a very sad day. So let’s take a moment to remember 9/11, memorialized here in the annual “Tribute In Light.” [NYC 9/11/09] Keep reading »
Yesterday, after John Mayer headed to Twitter to shoot down rumors that he and Kristin Cavallari are dating, we shared with you one of the hilarious things he twoted about her. “My Milli has never slam danced with her Vanilli,” he said. But upon further exploration, we’ve noticed that is not the only amazing euphemism for sex that he wrote in this particular exchange. Here are some others:
- “I have never high fived Kristin Cavalari [sic] with my penis.”
- “We have never tasted the Skittles Rainbow together.”
- “I have never Bensoned her Hedges.”
- “Nor have I attempted to Bartle her James.” [Twitter]
That Mayer is all class. Care to pick a favorite sex descriptor? Keep reading »
Sept. 14 marks the year anniversary of my ex deciding to take a break from our relationship. (Which means it’s also the one year anniversary of his relationship with his subordinate! Congrats, you two!) Can you believe I’ve been writing about this s**t for a year? Even though it feels like it went by in the blink of an eye, I also realize it took a while to realize how much better off I am; there were definitely times where I felt like I would never feel happy again.The thing is, I remember so many details about that day. First I had brunch with my friend Lise from high school at Thor on the Lower East Side. I had eggs Benedict; she had an omelet. Then I went to a little shop a couple blocks away (I still shop there) and I bought a dress — black tank-style, with a red, cream, and black abstract flower pattern on the skirt. I went to get my nails done — OPI’s Lincoln Park After Dark was the shade. Then I went to Whole Foods and I bought stuff to make for dinner. I was going to cook some weird combination of sausage, red peppers, feta cheese, and whole wheat pasta based on a dish my friend Teri had concocted. I never actually made it that night, of course. All of these details are ingrained in my brain, but I suspect I’m not alone in remembering so much minutiae from the day of my worst breakup. What random details do you remember about the day of your worst heartbreak? Keep reading »