Karma’s a bitch, dude. This morning, I was frolicking through Starbucks, smiling to myself about how awesome my life has gotten. On Friday, I’m moving out of my parents’ house and into my own apartment. Today I woke up next to my new Gentleman Caller the night after we decided to date each other exclusively. The sun is shining. The birds were trilling. Tra la la la la la la!
And then I ran into the woman whose ex-boyfriend cheated on her with me two years ago. A woman who didn’t respond to my multiple apologetic emails because, let’s be honest, she probably hates my putrid guts. Keep reading »
I was standing in front of a table lamp display in Crate & Barrel when I decided maybe I needed to be on psychiatric medicine. I had been alternating between staring at the display and wandering around the store helplessly for the last two and a half hours and was no closer to making a decision on what table lamp I was going to buy than I had been when I walked in. My heart was beating fast, my mind was racing, and I simply could not concentrate on making what should have been a very simple decision. I was thisclose to a full-blown panic attack. Instead, I walked out of the store, went home empty-handed, and told my therapist that Tuesday that I needed a referral for a psychiatrist. I seriously could not take this s**t anymore. Keep reading »
In the new issue of Esquire, Amanda Seyfried not only gabs about her new “spinach and seed”-eating diet, she also scandalously pops pills in front of the interviewer! A birth control pill and the anti-anxiety med Lexapro, that is. Here’s how it’s described in the story:
The anxiety rises in her as she speaks, and she cracks open her purse, shakes a Lexapro into her hand. She halves it, then pops a birth-control pill from its foil pack and swallows both. “Yeah, yeah, I’m anxious,” she says. “And yes, I use birth control.”
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A recent study in the U.K. has shown that women constantly — on average, 252 times a week — worry about their appearance and aging. One hundred women, ages 35 to 69, were asked to carry a clicker over a seven-day period. Each time they had a negative thought or felt anxiety about their appearance they pressed the clicker. The women worried about their appearance, on average, 36 times a day. One participant, an actress who had a facelift 10 years ago, clicked 1,400 times during the week. She admitted that she clicked less when she had on a full face of makeup.
The study’s designers, fitness instructor Irene Estry and psychologist Emma Kenny, intended to determine whether our looks-obsessed culture creates ageism and pressure to remain youthful. It’s rather clear already that our society puts this pressure on women, especially. If we assume that each woman worried about her appearance for one minute each time, that’s four minutes wasted every week. Let’s spend this time doing something more productive than obsessing about our looks! Read our suggestions for how to spend these four extra minutes after the jump. [Impact Lab] Keep reading »
Some people are afraid of “normal” stuff: dying, war, rejection. Some people are afraid of “weirder” things: dust, meteors, sushi. Whether your fear is odd or not, it may have a weird name. Mamapedia rounds up “25 Fears You Never Knew Existed,” and some of the names for phobias are as weird as the fears they describe. Take, for example, hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia. It means you’re afraid of … long words. Peladophobia is the opposite of this — a fear of bald dudes. If you’re an arachibutyrophobiac, you’re afraid of peanut butter (which is understandable if you’re allergic). And phobophobes? They’re afraid of phobias. What strange things give you anxiety attacks? Tell us in the comments! [Mamapedia] Keep reading »
Are you a woman who is pretty successful in most parts of your life — good job, great friends, nice apartment — but you can’t seem to get it together when it comes to meeting guys and dating? We used to think this was normal, but now there’s a name for the “disorder”: Modern Female Dating Anxiety. Ryan and Jessica Cassady, a husband and wife duo who work (respectively) as a life coach and a clinical psychologist/sex therapist, introduce the term in Stop Wondering If You’ll Ever Meet Him. Apparently, MFDA is when normally self-assured women struggle with dating, developing symptoms like sweaty palms, shallow breathing, and obsessive behavior as a result of modern dating practices. The shift from more formal courtships to casual dating, booty calling, and hookups seem to have stripped some successful women of their confidence. Yes, dating in this day and age is complicated with no clear rules, but we feel a little torn. While it’s nice to know we’re not alone in being short of confidence in the romantic relationships part of our lives, we’re not so sure we have a disorder that requires a name. [Sydney Morning Herald] Keep reading »
After months and months of a heated, nail-biting, historic presidential race, Election Day is finally upon us, and if you’re like a lot of us who are passionately invested in the outcome, chances are the pressure and anxiety at this point is downright overwhelming. So after the jump, ten tips for overcoming Election Day anxiety (or, ten tips to at least survive the day, regardless of who wins)… Keep reading »
Last week I wrote a blog post about the 10 Ways To Survive The First Week Of Heartbreak. Just to be clear, these tips referenced the things that helped me personally during that rough week and certainly should not be taken as gospel for every single person reading The Frisky. I mean, that would be kind of unfair to those of you who are not within driving distance of an amusement park that throws a Gay Night party every year! Jokes aside, I also did not intend to imply that “popping pills” was something everyone should run out and do. In the interest of full-disclosure, I’ve been on anti-d’s (as we call ‘em) for the last year and a half (for a variety of reasons, in conjunction with talk therapy), so I didn’t just start taking them because my lame-o fiance dumped me. That said, I do know that being on them helped me get through that first week (and continue to help me get through the second and third).
The comments and emails we received that were concerned I was too flippantly recommending that the heartbroken should pop pills (truthfully, just a shout out to Jacqueline Susann!) made me think we should address the issue in depth. So, after the jump, two women in their 20′s who have taken psychiatric medication and can report on their positive and negative experiences. Keep reading »