Do you know what is terrible for teenagers to read about? Homosexuality. They might get ideas! It’s a good thing Glenn Beck’s group, The 9.12 Project, (as in, after 9/11) is on the case. The 9.12 Project has pressured a New Jersey public library into considering removing all copies of Revolutionary Voices: A Multicultural Queer Youth Anthology, a young adult book about gay and lesbian teens, from the shelves. Keep reading »
Welcome to “Things In His House That Make Me Sad,” a regular series from the blog Shmitten Kitten that we’ll be featuring on The Frisky, about the stuff seen in so many guys’ apartments that just make you shake your head and sigh.
Oh my God, I hate your computer. No one owns a Dell on purpose unless you’re an NYU student in 1997. Just typing my username into Gmail feels like I’m playing a sticky instrument. Ewwww! Keep reading »
Admit it: You have slightly shameful fantasies of swimming in unusual substances like pudding, champagne, Pinkberry, or whipped cream. (Or is this just us? Um …) Making one of our dreams come true is Jellybath Tub Soak, which, when added to your bath water, creates “a warm fluffy jelly that retains heat up to four times that of the water.” Sexy high-class retailer Kiki de Montparnasse is selling the stuff, so already we’re thinking that it’s meant for pre-sexytime fun. What do you think: sexy or nasty? [$45, Kiki de Montparnasse] Keep reading »
It’s not a “man purse,” pal. Nor is it a “murse,” or a “crapsack,” or a “scrote bag.” If you must call it a satchel, fine. But your clever putdowns don’t emasculate me. I need this … portable gear container made out of dead cow hide that hangs from my mighty shoulders by a strap. Mock me all you want, but this modern-day quiver is not a fashion accessory. It’s purely for practical purposes. I have things I need to carry around with me, like a cell phone, iPod, and grappling hook. How else am I supposed to lug around my comic books? If I carry them under my arms, I’ll stain them with gladiator sweat. I can’t have that. Keep reading »
God, I love me some pretzel crisps — dipped in hummus and with slices of cheese, they are delish. But I am mad at them. Their new ad campaign is straight-up wrong. Look, I get it, the appeal of pretzel crisps is that they are thin like crackers and, in theory, better for you than big ol’ bready regular pretzels. But they knew they were being shady with their “You Can Never Be Too Thin” campaign because people will automatically — and rightly so — associate “thin” with weight and “too thin” with anorexia and other eating disorders. Edgy! Also lame. Don’t make me go back to pita crisps or carrot sticks — I’m warning you. [via Young Manhattanite and NYC The Blog] Keep reading »