We here at The Frisky live for celeb gossip, chocolate, and your comments. What can we say, you bitches crack us up! So in honor of you, our smart, sexy, and incisive readers, who aren’t afraid to talk smack on the Internet, we’re giving away prizes! Each week we’ll award you an awesome internet chatty Cathy’s a little something special. This week five winners will receive a copy of Become Your Own Matchmaker: Eight Easy Steps for Attracting Your Perfect Mate. So, without further adieu, here are the lucky winners of this week’s Gift For Gab… Keep reading »
Sandra McElwaine at The Daily Beast wants to know, “Who Did Nancy Pelosi’s New Face?” The Speaker of the House (who just turned 69) has been sporting a, uh, much tighter looking mug, causing many to strongly suspect she’s had a heavy dose of plastic surgery. The slideshow of images does make for a compelling argument. But should we care? Should this even be a topic of conversation when there’s, you know, an economic crisis and other more serious issues to discuss? Well, maybe not, but then again, should we be wasting precious economic crisis discussion time talking about men in Hello Kitty boxers, “The Millionaire Matchmaker,” or the war between Julia Allison and Mary Rambin? Those things are just dying for attention and it’s our duty to give it to them! Unfortunately, when you’re the Speaker of the House and your face suddenly looks like it got trapped in a wind tunnel, you kind of can’t blame people for wanting to gossip about it. Keep reading »
Painter Justine Lai’s series of erotic oil paintings depicting the artist banging it out with U.S. Presidents massage two nerdy pleasure centers: history and sex. Are you reading this, History Channel? Less Nazis, more Presidential pegging please! The artist’s intent is to break down the mythological idea of the President, expose their inherent humanity and vulnerability, and to comment on the relationship between sex and politics. Since, after all, power is the ultimate aphrodisiac. The work could easily have been an adolescent lark, a snarky art nerd having some frat fun with former Commanders-in-Chief. Instead the paintings transcend this, and end up being rude, gentle, and compelling. Maybe even sexy? Also, you’d never think Abraham Lincoln would close his eyes while getting a knobber. [JustineLai.com via BoingBoing] Keep reading »
Rock stars always look so cool, in part because most of them don’t seem like they’ve been manufactured by a team of skilled stylists, hairdressers, and makeup artists the way actors and actresses do. There’s an effortlessness about rockers’ clothes, even when all they’re wearing are old jeans and a grungy T-shirt (and even if they’ve spent hours getting ready and hundreds on the perfectly distressed vintage leather jacket). Worn Free can make you look like Debbie Harry, John Lennon, or Joan Jett, at least in the T-shirt department, because they’ve resurrected shirts worn by these musicians and more. Too bad wearing one won’t improve your guitar playing. [$39.95 and up, WornFree.com]
We’re giving away five Worn Free T-shirts, but you have to work if you want to look like a rock god. The five best commenters for this coming week — from today, Friday, March 27 through Thursday, April 2 — will be awarded with one. So, be as clever, smart, and original as you can! Click HERE to read the official rules. Keep reading »
Starring Amy Adams, Emily Blunt, Alan Arkin, Steve Zahn
The Lowdown: Ten years out of high school, most people have some kind of college degree. Lots are in stable relationships, a bunch are married and some have kids. A few lucky ones might have made partner or published her first book.
This movie is not about those people.
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Damn, it looks like ALL the guys are getting waxed these days. But while John Mayer prefers to wax his short and curlies, Ashton’s got to rip up the shag carpet so his chest is as smooth as that of his stunt double on the set of his new movie. He vows to inspect his stunt people’s body hair more closely from now on…
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Okay, ladies, it’s Friday, it’s Spring, it’s time for a healthy debate. Are these Hello Kitty boxer briefs hot or not? On one hand, it’s like, Hello Kitty underwear is bad enough, but on a guy? Hells to the no, right? On the other hand, damn that model is rockin’ the kitty. But could a guy who doesn’t have Herculean shoulders, a toned six-pack, and an ass you could bounce your favorite stud earrings off of really pull these off? What say you, ladies? Yay or nay? [via KittyHell] Keep reading »
I have a love/hate relationship with Sean “Puffy” Combs. I love his drive, style, and his unwillingness to take s**t from anyone. But I can’t stand his arrogance or his destruction of his Bad Boy artists. Recently, I’ve been feeling a bit of love for Puffy after reading his top 10 forms of bitchassness and that he hired only black models for his Fall 2009 Sean John fashion show. But I have to call Puffy out for some bitchassness of his own. A promotion casting call for Ciroc Vodka, which Sean endorses, requires models to be “white, Hispanic, or LIGHT SKINNED African American;” 5 feet 6 inches or taller; and size 7 or smaller. Keep reading »
Speaking of changing names, here’s a name change maybe we all can agree on. Self-obsessed Kanye West recently told Complex Magazine he’s changing his name to Martin Louis the King Jr. to embody MLK Jr. and his favorite label, Louis Vuitton. He demands everyone address him as such, but no one would blame you if you decide to call his Highness a “royal” pain in the ass instead. Along with the name change, he says he’s doing “crazy, bold stuff so [the public] can live through me and get their mind off the recession.” I don’t know about you, but every time I play “Love Lockdown,” I totally forget I’m under-employed and can’t afford decent health insurance. [The Cut] Keep reading »
It’s no secret that the women of The Frisky are obsessed with Patti Stanger from “The Millionaire Matchmaker.” But last night I found my devotion to her screed rise to a new level, as I found myself yelling at the screen, “Yes, Patti, YES! Preach sister!” Sure, I disagree that men and women should stick to traditional gender roles and hate her staunch anti-curly hair stance, but Patti’s got gems. I was cheering when she touted just how far a guy can get by showing a little chivalry. “Chivalry is free and it gets the girl.” Indeed, Patti, indeed. You see, my current dating situation — with Chicken Parm, for those taking notes — is kind of lacking in that area, and while he’s practically perfect in every other way, this has become a major stumbling block. Patti and I disagree a little about what kind of chivalry is really necessary and will get the girl (at least this girl) — Patti’s big into door opening and meal ordering, but I don’t care so much about that. After the jump, five chivalrous moves I think Patti and I would co-sign. Chicken Parm better take notes. Keep reading »