These days, the most exciting thing to happen at a beauty pageant is someone saying Americans cannot find the United States on a map “because they don’t have maps.” But back in 1970, things got way more feisty! This weekend was the 40th anniversary of the 1970 Miss World Pageant, when a feminist group called the Women’s Liberation Movement pelted smoke-, flour- and stink-bombs at the host, Bob Hope, while they chanted, “We’re not beautiful, we’re not ugly, we’re angry!” Keep reading »
She’s been a bird who wants to fly away. She’s been a promiscuous girl who eats men. She’s even been a Spanish-speaking songstress, waving her hands in the air. It’s hard to believe it, but it’s been 10 years since Nelly Furtado released Whoa, Nelly!, and to celebrate the anniversary, she dropped The Best Of Nelly Furtado last week. Below, Nelly sits down with The Frisky to talk about putting out a “best of” album at the young age of 31, and to give us the dirt on working with dudes like Justin Timberlake and Keith Urban.
What are the “best of” albums you listen to most often?
Caetano Veloso. He has more than one. Ironically, he’s featured on my Best Of album on the deluxe version—I have a song with him called “Island of Wonder” that we recorded for my second album in 2003. He’s got some great collections because he’s had over 30 albums. Also Mary J. Blige. Madonna. Hello, Immaculate Collection. Oasis. Keep reading »
A few months ago the author Jonathan Franzen published his novel, Freedom, and among bookworms, it was like a new “Star Wars” movie being released or Angelina Jolie popping out another baby. Not only did President Obama make headlines for snagging an advanced copy to read on vacation, but Franzen made the prestigious New York Times book review not once, but twice, in a single week. That was all too much for author Jodi Picoult. “Is anyone shocked?” she tweeted, no doubt rolling her eyes. “Would love to see the Times write about authors who aren’t white male literary darlings.” Everyone weighed in with their opinion — sexism? sour grapes? — including here on The Frisky. The matter was settled, at least for moi, when the blog Slate.com did an old-fashioned author byline count of The New York Times Book Review. That publication does, in fact, review more books written by men than women.
For us lady writers at The Frisky, it was all pretty disheartening. (Kate may be the only one who has published a book thus far, but there are several of us on staff who go home and peck on our laptops some more.) Now there’s more “ugh”-ness to “ugh!” deep in our bellies: Author Tawni O’Dell penned an essay for the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette about her experiences navigating the publishing industry and book-reviewing culture as a female writer and they’re utterly fascinating.
I just have four words for you: “wood nymph” and “biker chick.” Keep reading »
Polyvore and Rebecca Minkoff have gotten together to see if you have what it takes to design the next IT bag. The challenge, if you choose to accept it, is to take inspiration from Rebecca’s “Morning After Clutch,” and redesign it. The “MAC” has been worn by celebs such as Reese Witherspoon, Keira Knightley and Shenae Grimes, and is an iconic bag in its own right. All of the elements — hooks, studs, zippers, tassels, feet and leather — are provided for you on the Polyvore site. You just have to put your design together. Ten finalists will be picked by Rebecca herself and the winner will be chosen by user votes on Facebook. The winner will have their bag shown during New York Fashion Week and it will become available for sale in March! So, will you put your creative skills to the test? Keep reading »
After two decades of service, the six-foot-high, 10-foot-wide mirror covering our living room wall started falling down on Thanksgiving Day. It came with the house, a colonial in Whitestone, Queens, which my parents bought when I was born. I was 23 and about to drive to LaGuardia Airport to pick up Tim, my soldier boyfriend of two years. He was spending the holiday with me after being stationed at Fort Benning, Georgia, for the past three months.
I was in my attic bedroom putting on my “Welcome Home” outfit — black stockings, boots, a checkered skirt, and a fitted black sweater — when I heard Mom scream. I took the steps two at a time to find her and my 18-year-old brother holding the mirror up, their four hands, strained faces, and bodies looking longer in their slanted reflections. Keep reading »
Who was the cruel being who put everything that frightens me together in one terrifying holiday card? Cat, cat with hat, man with cat, man with turtleneck. It’s like a Dr. Seuss book gone terribly wrong. I’m having an anxiety attack right now. [BuzzFeed] Keep reading »