Some men get really creative when it comes to proposing marriage. My dad, for example, had a restaurant freeze my mother’s engagement ring in an ice cube and put it in her water glass. Luckily, she isn’t one of those people who likes to chew on ice. Well, Hajji, a London man, wanted his proposal to be truly spectacular, and he concealed a $12,000 engagement ring inside a helium balloon so that he could literally pop the question. An unfortunate turn of events followed. A gust of wind blew the balloon out of his hand. Hajji spent two hours searching for the ring-filled balloon, but he finally had to break the news to his girlfriend. After hearing that he lost her engagement ring, the Hajji’s girlfriend was pissed. “Now she is refusing to speak to me until I get her a new ring,” he said. She sounds kind of like a diva, Hajii, maybe you should pick up a new girl instead of a new ring. Unless you have $12,000 more to blow away. [Reuters] Keep reading »
Last night I actually got so mad at Lost that I stomped my feet and cried like a small child having a tantrum.
[If you do not want last night's episode spoiled for you, you should probs stop reading now.]
How could you? How could you kill off (well, seemingly so — like I have said, I do not get this show or what the heck they are doing) sweet, masculine, inwardly calm, wonderful Jin just as he was perfecting his English? Daniel Dae Kim, who plays Jin, is such a fabulous actor and is so smoking hot, I almost don’t know what to do with myself when he comes on screen other than to mew, “Ohhh….I love Jin…sigh….” If that time in Lost‘s life is passing, producers, I am going to have another crybaby fit. Keep reading »
“My boyfriend and I feel the need to have sex at most apartment/house parties that we go to. Is this weird? And what are some of the best ways to pull it off without getting caught?” — Party Crashing, Dallas, TX
This is kind of like my need to do a number two at people’s parties. It’s a christening of sorts. Or, simply a marking of territory. But even though I’m the resident “sexpert”, I can honestly tell you I’ve never had sex with a guy at a party. With that said, I don’t think you’re weird. I actually want to know what kind of parties you’re going to where you can find space to have sex. I live in NYC, so the parties I’m invited to usually involve a studio apartment and an oven in the closet. The closest I ever got to “doing it” was changing a tampon in the bathroom.
My advice? The larger the party the better. The larger the house the better. If you want to be discreet, go into an unoccupied room and lock the door. Worse case somebody knocks on the door and then you stop. I think if you’re having sex at parties in the first place, a part of you wants to get caught. That’s why I poop with the door open. Keep reading »
When it comes to language skills, girls have a neurological advantage. Boo-ya! According to research from Northwestern University and the University of Haifa, girls may be able to pick up new knowledge by hearing it, while guys may need to be taught visually and verbally. The study was of boys and girls between nine and 15, however, this tidbit might come in handy in your own life. For example, instead of telling your boyfriend that it’s his turn to take out the trash, you might want to say “Please, will you take out the trash?” while miming. [Scientific American via NYTimes.com] Keep reading »
In an age when actresses call themselves actors, â€œbloggessâ€ has made the urban dictionary. Jennifer Lawson, who coined the term and authors a site under the same name, said in response, â€œâ€˜Bloggessedâ€™ is the new puce, I am totally overrated, this blog cures cancer.â€ Although sheâ€™s funny, the definition might not be as flattering as this seasonâ€™s hot color: â€œA woman whose sense of reality is so warped that she can’t exist outside a blog. A typical bloggess will make-up words, invent illnesses and kill pets in order to post.â€ That was WAY harsh! We ladies of The Frisky may be warped, but we would never harm an animal. Well, at least Urban Dictionary is equally ‘meh’ in their definition of blogger. Looks like even a â€œhipâ€ online dictionary can be jealous of where people go for information. [Truemors]
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That bubbly stuff you buy at the liquor store for $9.99 and call “champagne” is probably not champagne. I hate to break it to you, but it is most likely sparkling wine, which sounds a whole lot less classy, but that’s the truth. Only sparkling wine produced in the Champagne region of France can be called champagne. Because there’s so much demand for champagne, the group that controls the wine-growing boundaries will probably add 40 villages to the Champagne region so that more bubbly can be labeled as champagne. Sadly, we doubt this will have an effect on the cost of champagne, so you (and I) will have to continue guzzling our sparkling wine. [May I recommend the Italian sparkling wine, called "prosecco"? It's the best. -- Editor] [BBC] Keep reading »
We sent out Frisky TV reporter Lori to ask men and women on the street a puzzling question — would you rather watch a dirty video with your mom and dad, or one starring mom and dad? Here are the dismayed responses. Keep reading »