So, you’ve left the nest. Maybe you bailed on your suburban childhood home for college, or for life in a big city, or a town across the state. Maybe you have the occasional tendency to think you’re pretty hot shit because you’re off doing Big Exciting Things while everything back home seemingly stands still. Rest assured, however, that whatever impression you have of yourself as some above-it-all hip young thing will dissipate as soon as you, along with all the others who fled, descend upon your hometown. Celebrating the holidays back home is a mental time warp that keeps you seesawing between nostalgia and annoyance every few seconds until you finally leave town again. This insanity tends to arrive in stages as you sink deeper into the Thanksgiving fever dream. After the jump, a few universal facepalm moments that arise when you visit your hometown for Thanksgiving – in GIFs! Keep reading »
Thanksgiving has arrived, and there will be turkey; There will be family; There will be uncomfortable conversations likely involving something political, racial or downright inappropriate. If you’re like any of us here at The Frisky, you’d gladly prefer talking about how you’ve gained weight or why you’re still single over having to endure others’ ignorant opinions about controversial news issues. Don’t want to hear about Ferguson, Bill Cosby’s “innocence” or Obamacare this Thanksgiving? Here are 20 surefire things to say to change the topic and avoid a Turkey Day buzzkill. Keep reading »
I’ve made Thanksgiving dinner at my house for the past three years, eschewing the hell of Grand Central on Thanksgiving eve for staying quietly in my own home. I spend this blessed event with my three sisters and a ragtag group of friends who are still around. The first year was a blur, due to the heavy-handed old-fashioneds and a decided lack of snacks. The second year, we had it on lock. Last year, we introduced football to the mix. This year, I’ve started making turkey stock already for the gravy, and am doing everything in advance so that tomorrow is easy. Officially an old pro at this thing, here are my rules for the best friendsgiving, ever. Keep reading »
We both knew we needed to have a talk, but neither of us were saying anything. Over the past couple of weeks, ever since Baby Face and I agreed to slow down our relationship, I’ve done a lot of thinking. My feelings for Baby Face hadn’t faltered one bit and our communication had actually become more frequent, but we’d gone almost two weeks without seeing each other and I didn’t like it. He didn’t either. Most of our recent conversations had been sprinkled with comments or mentions of his money woes, and how he wishes he could just “go to happy hour without feeling guilty” or wake up just one morning without thinking about paying bills, and as much as I didn’t want to face the music, I knew deep down that our decision to “pump the brakes” wasn’t going to change the fact that our relationship was running on fumes. Keep reading »
I’m sarcastic. I’m not just sometimes sarcastic, like in awkward situations where I feel on the defensive or in other scenarios where I’m tying to hide my true emotions. No, I’m always sarcastic, through and through, to the core, and right down to my very bones.
And, because of this personality trait, things are difficult for me when it comes to dealing with those who don’t speak in sarcasm. I’m not sure why one wouldn’t, but I digress. Read more on YourTango.com…