I usually don’t find myself cheering for lawsuits, but this one is an exception: a jilted bride from Chicago is suing her ex-fiancé for the costs of the wedding after he cheated on her at his Las Vegas during his bachelor party and then called the wedding off when he got caught.
Pardon my ’90s expression, but “You go, girl!” Keep reading »
There’s an interesting piece over at, uh, MarloThomas.com written by Gloria Steinem called “The Top 10 Pieces of Advice I Just Made Up for Myself,” in which the feminist icon shares her own pearls of wisdom about religion, world peace, and laughter. I liked the concept so much, I decided I would share the advice I’ve made up for myself with you! And please, share your made-up advice in the comments! Maybe it’ll be just what one of your fellow Frisky readers needs to hear… Keep reading »
I met Donny* for a drink at 6 p.m. on a Sunday. When I walked into the deserted restaurant, soaked from the downpour outside, I didn’t know he was destined to become the pettiest, stingiest and most pitiable man I’ve ever gone out with. Keep reading »
Thursday is St. Patrick’s Day and it’s got me thinking about the concept of luck. It’s a strange one. What does it mean to be lucky, to have bad luck or good luck? Is luck completely out of our hands or does luck just present us with opportunities that we can either take advantage of or not? I think I believe luck to most often be the latter (though there are certainly cases where the former applies); good or bad fortune rears its head and it’s up to the individual to make the most of it. I feel like I’ve lived a very lucky life, one I’m grateful for and have tried to make the most of. But there have been a few experiences in this life of mine that stick out as particularly lucky. Read about them after the jump, and then share your lucky experiences in the comments! Keep reading »
It was summer when Andrew and I met. He was a straight-edge hipster DJ—a slutty vegan in organic American Apparel underwear. We had sex the first night we met, the kind of sex that is so good it seems choreographed. The kind that reminds you what kissing is—all catching your heart and secret parts of yourself opening up.
I shouldn’t have left his bed. Maybe then we would have gotten it out of our systems, or gotten to really know each other. But instead I kissed him goodbye and said, “You are really fun. Text me if you want to do it again.” My heart fluttered—an angelfish gasping for air—and our game began. Keep reading »