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 Jen!
(And if you’re interested in being featured as a Reader Revealed, shoot me an email with “Reader Revealed” in the subject line!) Keep reading »
It has been five-and-a-half months since my dad died and yet it sometimes feels like it hasn’t hit me yet. Even though his ashes are sitting in a box in my apartment. He had been absent from my day-to-day life for years, our interactions limited, at their most intimate, to Skype. Then we stopped talking. And then eight months later, he died. After the initial shock, my day-to-day life didn’t seem to be that different. I was used to not speaking to him, and had long ago resigned myself to not seeing him again. I couldn’t figure out how to grieve. Keep reading »
Arne Fredriksen needed to take a break from his engineering studies, so the 23-year-old Norwegian started playing around in Photoshop. The result is a series of whimsical animal hybrids, like this pug-gorilla. He’s also made a peng-whale, duck-horse (terrifying to Amelia, I’m sure) and a guinea lion. “A friend of mine has some guinea pigs, and we used to joke about how harmless these animals are,” explained Fredriksen. “They don’t look intimidating at all.” Pair a guinea pig head with a lion body, though, and everything changes. Check out a few more of Fredriksen’s awesome creations after the jump. [Metro]
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It’s Spring Cleaning Week here at The Frisky, and in addition to tips on how to organize your makeup and clean out your dating life, I thought it would be an excellent time to pay homage to the movies, TV shows, music, and podcasts that we like to absentmindedly watch and/or listen to while we straighten up the living room and scrub the kitchen floor. After the jump, check out The Frisky staff’s preferred cleaning soundtracks and shows (including two votes for “The Real Housewives,”) and please share your own in the comments! Keep reading »
Spring Cleaning Week is forcing me to confront my hoarding tendencies. I know that hoarding is a serious mental illness that causes severe problem for many people. I don’t mean to use the term with any disrespect. I’m not a hoarder by any stretch of the imagination. But let’s just put it this way: I can barely close my underwear drawer anymore. It’s getting to be a problem. I’m really good at buying new underwear, but not so much at throwing the old pairs away. Like, for instance, I still have a pair of paisley-printed, ’70s style briefs that my mother gave me in HIGH SCHOOL (I graduated from high school in 1996). They don’t fit anymore on account of the fact that they’ve been washed so many times that they no longer contain any elastic. They just fall right off my body. Yet, I can’t seem to bring myself to put them in the garbage can. They’re just so unique. Keep reading »
Ever wonder why the models stomping down the runway at Fashion Week look nothing like you? Like, you’re so much bigger that one of those girls could easily wear you as a skin suit?
Well, many of the models you see in Fashion Week, in print catalogs, and on billboards are actually teenage girls. Sure, there are models like Agyness Deyn, Kate Moss, and Kate Upton who are in their 20s and 30s, but a lot of the models we are exposed to as representative as adult women’s bodies are tall, skinny, 15-year-olds. The fashion industry’s reason for hiring these young women? It’s partly a worship of youth and partly the problem that barely-pubescent girls are the only ones who can fit into sample sizes. Keep reading »
For the last five years (longer, if you include the six months I worked on the site before we actually launched), I’ve been editing The Frisky. But I’ve also done quite a bit of writing for the site, particularly about sex and relationships. In addition to humorously, I hope, commenting on the state of dating and male and female behavior (“10 Types Of Emotional Wheelchairs” remains a favorite of mine), I have shared a whole heck of a lot about my own personal life. My intent was always to shed some sort of light on universal experiences through the lens of my own. I think I was often fairly successful at it — and it certainly has been both fun and cathartic for me — but I also made some mistakes that informed how I write about my personal life now. Here are some lessons I’ve learned over the last five years blogging about my personal life for The Frisky. Keep reading »
I used to feel like I was lucky for having zero body image issues. Those insecurities completely surpassed me well into adulthood, because up until about around age 25, I had a very conventionally attractive body: a slender frame with an hourglass figure. I could wear anything I wanted. No one — not my mother, not men, not random strangers — criticized my body. Body issues (too big! too small! too squishy!) were simply not something that crossed my mind.
But I was aware body insecurities concerned — even consumed — a lot of people, in particular women. A close friend struggled with anorexia. Family members were bullied for their size. I read fat acceptance blogs online and books like Lessons From The Fat-O-Sphere by Kate Harding and Marianne Kirby. As a feminist writer, I was keyed into the way our society privileges the skinny. Still, for a long time, it was not something I directly understood.
But body issues didn’t skip me entirely: they just came later in life. Keep reading »