Today is a momentous, miserable occasion. This is the first birthday of everybody’s favorite misanthropic kitten, Grumpy Cat — and everybody’s celebrating. There are even Grumpster Cat birthday postage stamps! It’s hard to believe that just one year ago, the world was Grumpy-free. How did we express our dry wit and humor without her? The world has truly become a better, more grumpy place thanks to Tarder Sauce. So even though we know she probably hates birthdays, and parties, and anything fun at all, we’re happily wishing Grumpy Cat a most unhappy birthday.
We’re celebrating The Frisky’s 5th birthday this week (wooohooo!), and as part of the grand celebration we’re looking back on some of our favorite outfits, reader emails, and lessons we’ve learned from the past half-decade. For my contribution, I thought I’d condense some of our most beloved and/or underrated posts into haiku form. Read on for a little poetry action, and click the links within each haiku to read the full posts that inspired them! Keep reading »
We are some opinionated bitches. I am just going to put that out there. Some mornings I walk into the office and there’s a heated debate about the ending of last night’s episode of “Girls” or something President Obama said before I’ve even turned my laptop on. We’re constantly talking, debating, and arguing with each other during the work day; our nights and weekends are filled with emails flying back and forth. Gentlewomen of softer stock might find it a little overwhelming.
But still, each woman on staff has worked here for years. Amelia is the founding editor and has been here since the beginning. I came along about eight months later. Then came Ami, Julie, Winona, and one-and-a-half-years-ago, Rachel. We all spend so much time together inside our New York City offices and know each other’s back stories so well that several of us have confessed we feel like we’re all sisters. And yes, that includes Winona, who lives and works remotely from Portland, Oregon. It’s gotten to the point where each of us can see a news story online or a dress in a shop and automatically know which one of us would love it. Keep reading »
My, my, how time flies! This week marks The Frisky’s 5th birthday! We launched on March 17, 2008 with a tiny staff, big dreams and a whole mess of Diet Coke in the fridge. We want to thank all of our readers, from those who have been with us since day one (ahem, mom, dad, friends, lovers) to new Frisky converts — we consider ourselves exceedingly lucky to be able to do what we love. Your loyalty, support, criticism (yes, criticism!) and passion keep us on our toes and continually inspire us on a daily basis. You guys kick ass.
To celebrate our 5th year in the blogosphere, we’ll be getting nostalgic over the course of the next week — and we’d love for you to join us! Can you remember what story originally brought you to The Frisky? What have been some of your favorite articles over the years? And, as we head into what will hopefully be another five years of “love, life, stars and style,” what would you like to see more of?
Kurt Cobain would have been 46 today. Do you remember where you were when you found out he’d killed himself? I was in high school art class, likely making some awful riot grrl-inspired art. I liked Nirvana, but at that point considered myself a little too cool to get super into them. They were soooo commercial, after all. And I fancied myself some kind of indie rock/riot grrl/zine-writing nightmare.
But fan or not, for those of us that exist in that murky era — not Generation X and not Generation Y — Cobain is and always will be a powerful arbiter of youthful dissent.
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Michelle Obama is a national treasure. A woman who’s intelligent, kind, poised and stylish, our FLOTUS is a woman worth looking up to. And whenever we actually grow up, we hope to be just like her. So today, in honor of her 49th birthday, we’ve put together a little post of some of our very favorite MObama gifs. Click through to enjoy. Keep reading »
Do you have a birthday coming up? Good! Because our fearless correspondent Almie Rose will show you the proper way to celebrate. Hint: It involves concealer and wine.
Dear The Three People Who Scrutinized My ID On My 21st Birthday,
Now, I know I look like I’m 12 years old. But this past Friday I turned 21, and I was disappointed by the various questioning and puzzled looks of confusion I received from each of you.
A rare occurrence, I awoke on the right side of the bed that Friday morning, feeling a full inch taller and a few IQ points higher. I skipped to the bathroom to brush my pearly whites, and whilst admiring my slowing-forming under-eye wrinkles, I was delighted to find 21 gray hairs sitting sprightly along my hairline.
I dressed in my adult best: a chunky brown sweater that engulfs my body, dark blue jeans, worn-down brown boots, and a highly sophisticated necklace from Forever 21, and set out to the local Bronx liquor store to rack up on booze. Keep reading »
It appears that, following in the footsteps of the Goservention, which intervened on Amelia’s obsessive fandom with Ryan Gosling, we are going to have to have a Vanessa Carltonvention with our intern Daley. — Jessica
You know those idiots who have come up to you saying “Oh my God, Vanessa, I’m like, your biggest fan”! Well, V, they’re wrong. Those bitches ain’t got nothin’ on me.
I was 11 when “A Thousand Miles” came out. I knew I was over the moon in love after watching you magically fly down the street, pounding on your gorgeous piano, with that mysterious owl and those awesome red wrist sweatbands.
Time passed by, but don’t worry, you didn’t live in my precious memory. I made sure to keep you alive in my daily pursuits, emulating you in every way possible. I was 13 when I asked my mother to curl my straight hair almost every day in junior high so I could look like you. In high school, I wore big sweaters and tightly wrapped scarves around my neck in Texas’ 90-degree weather. Now that’s loyalty. Keep reading »