Call me crazy, but I’ve always found sonogram pictures of unborn babies a tad creepy. I mean, I’m happy to look at photos of people’s babies when they actually look like human beings with real facial features and everything, but anything before that seems superfluous. Take these sonogram cufflinks, for example — clever, but completely unnecessary. Save the sonogram pics for the baby albums, people. Keep reading »
Um, can I go on a date with the president? This Saturday, Barack Obama and his stunning date, first lady Michelle, jetted to New York City for romantic night on the town: dinner and a Broadway show. They chowed down at Blue Hill, then drove up the blockaded Sixth Avenue, where massive crowds lined the sidewalks, and headed to Belasco Theater to see “Joe Turner’s Come and Gone,” a play about black America in the early 1900s.
“I am taking my wife to New York City,” Obama said, “because I promised her during the campaign that I would take her to a Broadway show after it was all finished.” Keep reading »
When you’re a bridesmaid, everything is supposed to be about making the bride’s life easier, making the day go smoothly, blah, blah, blah. Know what it’s really all about? The dress. While a classic dress in a nice color shouldn’t be too much to ask for, bridesmaids generally end up covered in heinously colored ruffles, walking down the aisle in mild shame and kind of wishing for death. The madness must stop! Matching dresses and rhinestones of any kind need to be banned immediately. Not yet convinced? Check out these bridesmaid dress horror stories, and you too will dedicate yourself to the cause. Keep reading »
Parents just don’t understand. Back in high school, my dad dissed a dude with green dreads who came to pick me up for a date. Pops just wouldn’t let my knight in shining Doc Martens take me to the movies. It was totally embarrassing and infuriating, so, in retaliation, I dyed my hair bright red. Ha, take that! But now I’m beginning to think I’m not really that bad ass. Over the weekend, a 25-year-old Egyptian man took rebellion to a whole new level — crotch level, that is. The man lives in Qena, an impoverished and very old school region in the south of Egypt, where marriage is seen as a contract rather than an eternal union with a soul mate. This young guy, who comes from a wealthy family, fell in love with one of the regular people. After two years of his father refusing to let him marry the lady from a lower class, the man lowered his pants and chopped off his own penis. Ouch! That’s love? Though he was rushed to the hospital, doctors weren’t able to reattach his member. Now that the son has shown he’s got, um, balls, will his parents cut him off completely? [Boston Globe]
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I have no idea how much my own weight has fluctuated in the past couple of years, but I can tell you all about Kirstie Alley’s rides on the bathroom scale. And Melissa Joan Hart’s. And Britney’s and Kelly Clarkson’s and…well, you get the idea. A girl can’t grocery shop without 42-point font headlines screaming about another celeb’s double digit weight loss.
The problem isn’t just opportunistic tabloid editors making a quick buck. As Times‘ Sunday Styles section pointed out, the “Ass Size Ad Nauseum” problem is not so simple. No, some celebs are more than happy to tell us all about their jiggly parts. Keep reading »
The actress, post-MTV Movie Awards after-partying. [Los Angeles, 5/31/09] Keep reading »
My first spanking was at my 16th birthday party. My guy friends tackled me on the kitchen floor and took turns giving me 16 spanks. And maybe one for good luck. I don’t remember. Once freed, I was livid. I was mortified.
And I was totally turned on. Keep reading »
If your life is anything like ours, five of your friends are getting married this summer, and a few things are getting in your way of having a good time. 1)You don’t have a boyfriend or any date prospects, so you will be going alone. 2)You’re not swimming in money, and not only do you have to buy your bridesmaids dresses, but also shoes, shower gifts, and wedding presents. 3) You are responsible for giving a toast, and the last time you spoke in public, you vomited.
If any of these obstacles are in your way, have no fear, The Frisky’s Wedding Survival Guide is here! All this week, we’ll be posting about weddings and how to get through someone else’s big day. We hope that with our help, you’ll spend the reception dancing with the groom’s handsome cousin instead of sitting alone, eating six slices of cake. Keep reading »