Here’s a fun one for you. Let me say first: People never cease to impress me with their strangeness. This week, in Slate’s Dear Prudence column, a woman ponders whether or not she should date the guy at the gym who SNIFFED HER SWEATY BICYCLE SEAT. Keep reading »
Here at The Frisky, we are of the opinion that every woman needs to have at least one wild adventure in her life. Ideally, she needs to have a bunch of them. But if adventuring is not your style, that’s OK too. One solid adventure will suffice. Who knows, maybe you’ll like going zip lining in the rain forest it so much, you’ll do it again. It’s impossible to make a wild adventure “happen.” The more premeditated your attempt to force one, the further away you move from the spirit of spontaneity. That is the greatest part about adventure — the element of surprise. Like I said, it’s impossible to manufacture the craziest night of your life, but there are things you can do that increase the likelihood of adventure. After the jump, Frisky staffers share their wild adventure wisdom. Keep reading »
I was not a super cute kid, and my awkward phase lasted from second grade to sometime around my sophomore year of college. In elementary school I was chubby with scraggly blond hair. In high school I had low self-esteem and a pretty intense case of dandruff. When I was younger getting called fat and ugly was a daily occurrence, and it was very rare for anyone who wasn’t my grandmother to comment on my appearance in a positive way (and even she got her jabs in every once in awhile).
Looking back, I’m not sure if I was actually so hideous, but I certainly felt like an ugly duckling, and one thing’s for sure: the word “beautiful” never figured into my identity. It took a long time for me to finally feel like a swan. Here are a few life lessons I learned along the way… Keep reading »
Last month, The New York Times profiled Barbara Terry, a 52-year-old prostitute living in the Bronx section of New York City who’s been working as a lady of the night for more than 30 years. As a woman in her 20s, Terry was left alone to care for four young children and needed to find a way to support herself. And though she had two years of training to become a medical lab technician under her belt, she was drawn to the “exciting” life of prostitution. Over the years, Terry’s learned a thing or two about how to get along in the world — and while we certainly don’t recommend that you pursue a career as a prostitute, we do think Terry has a few points of wisdom to pass on. While her children are less than thrilled with her life on the streets, she says, “I’m the mother, so they can’t say anything. When I’m ready to get off, I’ll get off.”
After the jump, eight pieces of wisdom from a woman who’s seen her share of the seedy side of life.
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College moves fast. One second you’re a freshman wandering around the campus with a lanyard and the next second you’re crossing the stage and collecting a diploma. You vaguely remember meeting your best friend when she held your hair back after your first frat party and you kinda remember that all-nighter you pulled to get 3 term papers done in one night. But the rest is a blur of theme parties, walks of shame, and begging your older sister for her fake ID.
Before you know it, you’re out in the real world, working a real job alongside real people, wondering what happened to no-class Friday and $3 pitchers. And trust me, it ain’t fun.
It gets pretty easy to get caught up in it all and forget to be young and crazy. That’s why, with only a little way’s to go until I hit the big 2-5, I’ve put together the ultimate list of everything we, as fun-loving and fearless women, need to accomplish before we turn 25. Read more …