Besides just giving up meat on Fridays (or pretending to when your parents ask), Lent is a great time to break bad habits. Just like the hose down Bourbon Street gets at midnight at the end of each Fat Tuesday, you too can use this as an opportunity to purge yourself of poor choices. Sure, it’s not quite the act of self-sacrifice the Pope would want from you, but it’s a change for good. And what religious figurehead wouldn’t want that? Keep reading »
Josh and I were together for a year and a half. We had a relationship built upon the stuff the Under Twos so often are: You both like the same book, you both like Christopher Guest, you do the horizontal mambo and it’s not, like, awful, and the next thing you know you’ve met a family and celebrated an anniversary.
You know, of course, that at some point you’ve got to listen to the voice inside your head that runs her mouth about “long-term compatibility.” It’s just that, right now, in this moment, you’re having an awful lot of fun eating pizza in bed with someone else beside you. And, you know, compared to your friend Vicki’s boyfriend, Josh is an absolute GEM. Keep reading »
Why did I get this huge chest tattoo right before my wedding?
This is the question I have asked myself twice now, awakening from wedding-themed nightmares in a cold sweat. In my first dream, the chest tattoo I got was some adorable phrase in scripty font that looked lovely when I glanced down at myself but was huge and disgusting when I looked at it in the mirror. The second was a full-torso tribute to the Insane Clown Posse. What. The? Keep reading »
Recently, I met a guy that I liked at a party. When we were saying our goodbyes, he suggested we continue our conversation. I assumed he meant that we would do this by Facebook or email or text or Gchat — you know, the usual ways I communicate with potential love interests. When he wrote down his phone number and suggested that I call him, my response was, “On the phone?” He laughed. “Yes, on the phone.” My heart began to jackhammer at the mere thought of dialing his number. I couldn’t? Could I? Maybe I could? I felt, well, I felt like I used to feel back in my high school and college days. Back when there was no Facebook or text or email or Gchat and you had to talk to the people you were dating.
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If you asked someone on the street, “Is sex with an ex a good idea?” The answer would likely be a resounding, “No!” In fact, according to our Break Up With Your Ex research, a whopping 81 percent agree that ex sex is always a bad idea. Psychologists, however, seem to disagree. A recently released study published in the Journal of Social and Clinical Psychology suggests that sex with a former lover isn’t so bad after all.
Researchers observed the post-breakup adjustment of 137 married couples who had recently separated. Many stayed in touch with their former partners, and of those couples, the ones who were still having sex were actually doing better psychologically than those who weren’t. Read more…
Hands down, the best thing about working at The Frisky is our amazing readers. We so heart all of your witty, thoughtful, and informative comments — heck, we even appreciate the mean ones. Sometimes, we can’t help but wonder about the faces behind the avatars. So we decided to bring back our regular column where we learn all about a Frisky reader. After the jump, meet Cese_ED, one of our most prolific commenters. Keep reading »