This weekend there was a marathon of MTV’s “True Life,” all focused on body image issues, which made for an insanely unproductive Saturday for me. On “True Life: I Hate My Small Breasts,” Shacole, 18, was extremely insecure about her 32A cup but didn’t want to get breast implants, despite the fact that her mother really, really thought she should. Shacole’s mother Nicole, who has small breasts, thought her daughter should get her “boobs” enhanced if she wanted a chance at becoming a professional cheerleader — although she was quick to emphasize that wasn’t the reason she thought her daughter should get implants. “You need them,” her mother said. Nicole even suggested that Shacole join her in posting pictures of herself on a website where donors can sponsor breast enhancement surgery for those “in need.” Obviously, Nicole was a terrible mother with no concern over shredding her daughter’s self-esteem, due in no small part to her own insecurities, which she masks in gross, faux-confident exhibitionism. Hooray for Shacole, who didn’t give into her mom’s pressure and instead dealt with her low self-esteem through meditation.
Everyone in this episode of “True Life” referred to breasts as “boobs.” Every time, the entire time. Maybe if these women saw their breasts as part of their bodies, rather than ridiculously nicknamed accessories, they’d be happier with what they have naturally. Keep reading »
We’re celebrating moms this week in preparation for Mother’s Day this Sunday, May 10. What’s the best thing your mother ever taught you? Tell us by sending an email to email@example.com or tweeting @thefrisky. Keep reading »
This morning, I flew back to New York and caught up on my pop music by listening to the Top 20on20 on XM radio, the one perk Airtran provides. Most of the music was expected — Lady GaGa, Miley Cyrus, Black Eyed Peas — but I’d never heard one of the songs that made it into the top 20: “Don’t Trust Me,” by the Boulder, CO, band 3OH!3. At first, I thought it was pretty catchy. That is, until it got to this part of the song:
Shush girl, shut your lips
Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips
I said, shush girl, shut your lips
Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips
Maybe I’m overly sensitive, but I couldn’t believe a pop song with such offensive lyrics was a hit. Not only is it regularly played on XM’s 20on20, but it popped to number 13 on Billboard’s Hot 100. What do I find wrong with these lyrics? The band disrespects a historically honored woman who persevered despite limitations — she could neither hear nor see, and yet she made a difference in the world. And the lyrics imply the guys don’t want someone who talks. They want a woman without a mouth, who doesn’t speak and uses her body to communicate, rather than making any noise. Keep reading to listen to the song yourself. Keep reading »
That’s what the blogs are buzzing after the recently married couple was spotted leaving a doctor’s office. [NYC, 5/4/09] Keep reading »
If your mom is single, she needs to get out of the house and meet new people, especially if you’re no longer in the nest. It’s time she gets back out into the world — but she can’t mingle in a pair of mom jeans. Enter relaxed boyfriend jeans and FMPs, which she can wear to dance classes that will make her feel sexy.
Spring means three things: peonies are in season, sandals come out of the closet, and hot guys start riding their bikes everywhere. Bring. It. On.
In 2007, 26-year-old magazine editor Christine Coppa found out she was pregnant by her boyfriend of three months. Christine decided to continue the pregnancy, a choice her boyfriend supported — until a few months later, when he suddenly decided he wasn’t prepared and/or didn’t want to be a father and
subsequently signed away his parental rights. [See below.] Coppa wrote about her pregnancy and continues to write about being a single mom to her son “J.D.” for Glamour.com on her blog “Storked,” and recently released her memoir, Rattled!
I read the book and found it interesting, particularly because Coppa’s life is similar to mine, in that she’s in her 20′s, single, lives in New York (she now raises her son in NJ), and works in media. Like her, were I to find out I was pregnant at this particular stage in my life, I would probably choose to continue the pregnancy and have the baby. Rattled brought up an interesting issue, one I hadn’t really considered before in much depth. When an accidental pregnancy occurs, the choice whether to continue or abort it is in the woman’s hands. The man doesn’t have a choice in whether or not he will become a father, but societal opinion — though not always legal opinion — considers him equally as responsible for caring for his child, lest he be labeled a “deadbeat dad.” After reading Rattled, I wondered how fair that was. Keep reading »
Writing an email, text, or memoir aren’t the only things you can do with a keyboard. You can let one hold all your junk and accessorize your outfit. That is, if you have a Keybag designed by João Sabino. Each Keybag is made from 393 keys or key fragments arranged in a random, unique order so that it becomes its own communication vehicle. Available in red, pink, black, and white, no tech-savvy fashionista or writer should be without one. [JoaoSabino.pt via Fashion Indie] Keep reading »