Date dressing is a tricky thing. We don’t want to resort to skin-tight, low-cut, belly-bearing clothes to be sexy. We want to be adored for our witty banter, our keen intellectual insights and our artistic sensibilities. And yet we want to look hot. Really hot. When a friend spied these (unworn) Luichiny Handy Boots in our closet while we were bemoaning the fact that the guy we’d been seeing couldn’t remember what neighborhood we live in (despite the fact that he used to live close by), she handed them to us and said, “Wear these, and he’ll remember your neighborhood, your phone number AND your birthday.” On our next date, the first words out of his mouth were “Those are hot boots!” Score. Now…we’re not sure about the guy, but we’re in love with the boots (and so is everyone else we’re dating). [$135.07, Endless.com] Keep reading »
Rich Santos, Marie Claire‘s male dating columnist, wants to know why women love jerks. (This question is the male equivalent of us wondering why men are so drawn to high-maintenance bitches.) To find out, I IM’d my friend Katrina*, who has dated more jerks than I’ve dated fixer-uppers (another common guy type women are drawn to), to find out why they have such a powerful hold over her.
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Lately I’ve been kind of getting in touch with my kinkier side. Being that I didn’t really have a kinky side before, it’s a big deal for me that I’ve discovered the pleasures of, uh, ass-smacking. Now that it’s kind of my “thing,” I’ve been thinking about other people I know and their “things.” I once hooked up with this Brazilian guy in San Francisco (and by hook up, I mean we met at a club, went back to his weird warehouse apartment, and made out a little) and discovered that he had a thing for armpit licking. My armpit, that is. I’ve told this story numerous times and most people express disgust and/or concern that he could die from deodorant poisoning. (He didn’t, as far as I know, but we didn’t keep in touch.) One of the people who expressed disgust is someone I’m sort of seeing — but he has a thing for striped thigh high stockings, so I guess one man’s trash is another man’s treasure. After the jump, I grill the guys on my IM about what turns them on. We get off topic a few times. Sorry. Keep reading »
Instead of enjoying the season premiere episode of “The Real Housewives of New York City” last night, I just kept thinking about how much I missed the Atlanta housewives. The New York housewives, and Orange County for that matter, have nothing on those ladies. Let’s face it, “Atlanta” brought the drama in its first season… Keep reading »
Here are the things I know for sure: I sleep better with socks on; I prefer Dutch chocolate to Swiss; I look lousy in black and will always wear it anyway; and I will never, ever live with a man again. Keep reading »
While models stumble and tumble while strutting the runway in Fall 2009 shows like Hervé Léger, a few smart designers and fashion insiders are forgetting all about gorgeous-yet-painful high, higher, and highest heels and opting for more sensible shoes. Have they finally grasped that on the whole, people have less money to spend and need to make practical purchases (low wedges can be worn to work and on weekend trips to the grocery)? Keep reading »
An easy way to spot a dating trend? When the same thing happens to two women at The Frisky (we’re a small staff). The trend I’ve thus spotted? Men giving women mix CDs on or around the first date. How retro right? The truth is, giving someone you’ve just met a mix CD is a bold move. Chances are, you don’t know what the recipient’s taste in music is like and therefore have no clue if 10 emotastic indie rock songs will go over with a girl who likes hardcore hip-hop. Additionally, music sends a message; when you choose 10+ songs especially for someone, you’re asking for some “He’s Just That Into You”-style overanalyzation. Nevermind the fact that giving someone music is sort of intimate, often too intimate for even the first month of a new relationship, let alone the first date. But that didn’t stop two guys we just met. Keep reading »
Jay McCarroll, the fashion designer who won the first season of “Project Runway,” is the focus of a new documentary that arrives just in time for New York Fashion Week: “Eleven Minutes.” Why 11 minutes? That’s how long his first fashion show will last. The cameras follow McCarroll behind the scenes as he works to live up to the expectations that reality TV bestowed upon him and at the same time expose the insanity that is the fashion industry, of which McCarroll says: “It is the dumbest industry.” Dumb or not, the doc, the cast of which includes the delightful Kelly Cutrone, is a mostly hilarious, sometimes moving look at what it takes to make it — without compromising yourself. The bigger question, of course, is whether McCarroll or any of his reality TV show peers will be able to turn their 15 minutes of fame as reality stars into stars in the real world. Keep reading »
There’s a short video making its way around the internet called “How To Break Up With Your Girlfriend In 64 Easy Steps” that satirizes the typical highs and lows of an average relationship so well and surprisingly succinctly, I’ve watched it no fewer than, like, 18 times in the last week. It’s not perfect, though, mainly because it’s completely from the guy’s point of view and because, well, 64 steps is a lot. Being the more efficient sex, we ladies can break up with our guys much more quickly. So after the jump: How To Break Up With Your Boyfriend In 44 Easy Steps.
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