“I remember thinking, Oh, my God, if you ever gave me a man like that, I promise I would be completely devoted for the rest of my life. Something that wild. I remembered praying after I met him that I’d meet somebody, if not him, like him.”
– Nicole Kidman just raves about husband Keith Urban in the new issue of Harper’s Bazaar. She also says that she would choose great love that “lasts a lifetime” over an amazing career where you “go down in history” (me too!). And what would she tell her 20-year-old self? “That you’re going to meet the love of your life. My whole thing, my whole thrust in life, was hoping I would.” Tom Cruise, who? [Just Jared] Keep reading »
Some time ago, Amelia and I were chatting over IM about snooping. If I remember correctly, it was in the context of a discussion about sharing passwords. Should you share your email password? Your Facebook password? Your debit card PIN number? Is it a big, serious relationship step to do those things or not super-serious at all and just a byproduct of our digitized lifestyle? I was very pro-sharing passwords, because I have nothing to hide. Go read my emails, I don’t care! The only reason I wanted to share passwords with my boyfriend was to make life easier: we share his laptop at home and I needed to be able to log in whenever I needed. My reason for wanting passwords was not at all motivated by wanting to sneak around in my boyfriend’s private business. I sincerely believed he had nothing to hide from me either.
But more importantly, snooping in someone’s email, or listening to their voice mails, or any of those other privacy-violating things, just seemed like a douchey thing to do. It implied a lack of trust. It implied suspicion. It implied an insecurity on my part. I am a huge, huge, HUGE believer in the Golden Rule and I would never snoop in someone’s private business, I thought, because that is not the way that I would want to be treated. “I just couldn’t go into someone’s emails like that,” I surely told Amelia. “You say that now when everything’s fine,” she replied, in words that have stuck in my head ever since. “But if you really thought something was up, you would do anything at your disposal to find out what he wasn’t telling you.” Keep reading »
One of our New Year’s resolutions is to stop wearing binding, uncomfortable, and impractical fashions. Of course, this resolution gives us the opportunity to do more shopping. So we headed over to StefaniBags.com, which offers the coolest and freshest designer handbags, where we found this Olivia Harris Baby Ball drawstring crossbody bag. It’s not only cute and petite, but also keeps your hands free to hold (what else?) more shopping bags. Plus, we love the Baby Ball’s modern lavender color and hardware. And StefaniBags.com is offering Frisky readers 20 percent off with code FRISKY20.
A kitten gamely allows a roving band of furiously cute puppies tackle and re-tackle her to the ground. It’s a battle of squee-inducing adorable vs. furry cuteness. Who will win? [Buzzfeed
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It appears that Hollywood’s most puzzling pair has called it quits. The Jake Gyllenhaal/Taylor Swift relationship is dunzo. Gyllenswift, as we like to call them, apparently called it quits last month, even after Jake purchased Taylor an exorbitantly expensive guitar for her birthday. Maybe Gyllenhaal got sick of staring into Swift’s squinty eyes. Or sick of not being able to go to a bar with his still-underage girlfriend. Or maybe all that coffee was giving him bowel issues. Or perhaps Taylor wasn’t into dating a guy born in the, gasp, ’80s. Either way, we’re sure Swift will write a song about it. [People] Keep reading »