After Daylight Saving Time ended in November, the old adage “spring ahead, fall behind” began to ring true. I not only fell behind in projects, socializing, and errands, all I wanted to do was fall asleep. Yoga after work? No energy. Dinner and drinks? No thanks; I’d rather go snooze on my couch. One afternoon, I was sitting at my desk at The Frisky office when I looked out the window and it was pitch black – at 5 p.m. Even though it was so early, I felt anxious, like it was time to go home; I could no longer be productive. The bitter cold outside only made me want to hibernate more. Keep reading »
Why did “Good Morning America” weather woman Heidi Jones lie about an attempted sexual assault in Central Park? Because she wanted the attention.
Jones had claimed she’d been attacked by a man in Central Park while jogging and that bystanders scared him off. Later, she claimed the same man — Hispanic, in his 30s or 40s — showed up outside her apartment building and threatened her by saying, “I know you went to police.” She also claimed the NYPD refused to take her statement when she reported the disturbing events. Presumably, given her public profile, Jones was then given police protection by the NYPD for several weeks; they accompanied her to work, to the movies, and even out walking her dog. But over time, the detectives started to realize her story was not consistent. When confronted, Heidi confessed she “did make this up.” Keep reading »
Radiohead! What a great band, amiright? But so great that Thom Yorke’s face is worthy of being permanently inked across your chest, with one nipple for an eyeball? OK Computer was awesome, but not that awesome. And really, don’t get me started on that nipple eye. I’m disturbed. [Stereogum]
Somehow, Thom’s adoring fan is not at all alone in the way he has shown his devotion. Many, many others have made the highly questionable decision to ink a permanent and highly realistic rendering of their favorite celebrity as a way of visually declaring, “I am ______ biggest fan ever.” Here are but a few of the most distressing …
Single mother Suzanne Morgan made a life-changing discovery one evening after she put her daughter Tasha to bed. Her dog Dixie was howling, barking uncontrollably, hungry to be fed. She opened the cupboards and discovered they were bare. She was low on cash after her husband split. So instead of going to the store to pick up some kibble, she tried something more … uh … unusual. She breastfed her dog. Yes, she brought her DOG to her nipple and let it suckle. Keep reading »
Douchebags were a conspiracy of the patriarchy, a medieval-looking invention that simultaneously suggested that female sex organs were filthy, stinky and repulsive to men, and promised to cure this imaginary affliction. But it doesn’t cure anything. Douchebags can, in fact, upset the natural bacterial culture of the vagina that protects the organ from infection.
There’s also the small matter that unwashed men and women can rid themselves of odorous funks by showering regularly, or even semi-regularly. Vaginas smell like sex and sex smells good. Nibble your lower lip and roll your eyes into the back of the skull good. It is one of those scents that inspire immediate physical reactions. The smell of warm bread makes you drool. The smell of a roaring fires makes you cuddly. The smell of sex makes your skin glow like the digital warriors in “Tron Legacy.” Keep reading »
What woman needs another new bag, right? We’re willing to break the “the holidays just happened so you can’t buy yourself something new” rule for a versatile hobo bag on sale for a whopping 50 percent off. It’s funky enough for a night out with the girls — without going into tacky studs overload! — and low-key enough to throw your books in for class. Heck, you could even use it as a diaper bag if babies are more your thing! A gorgeous satin lining will let you feel super chic, even though you know you got this bag for a steal. Now, every new bag needs a new pair of shoes to go with it, right …?