When John Mayer’s supremely ignorant Playboy interview hit the wires, I, like most people, was appalled. Not just by his idiotic racism, but by the way he spoke about his exes. I mean, the dude compared Jessica Simpson to crack! Said she was like “sexual napalm!” What a jerk! I mean, how indiscreet!
I watched Jessica Simpson tell Oprah that no, she hadn’t forgiven him for his big fat mouth and was disappointed that he’d sunk so low. I harrumphed, “You go, Jessica!” as I high-fived my TV screen.
Then I recalled how many times I’d blabbed about exes. I’ve been writing about relationships, often my own, for the past 10 years. In that time, I’ve done some serious dishing—and dissing. The truth is, most of my recountings were far less flattering than what John had to say about Jessica.
My name is Judy and I am a hypocrite. Keep reading »
Lately I’ve noticed a number of commenters remarking or complimenting me on my willingness to “put myself out there” on The Frisky, sometimes scolding others whose remarks or jokes might end up hurting my feelings. The thing is, there’s very little feedback on what I write — i.e., about my personal experience or my decisions — that would bother me. (Criticism of how I write I’m more sensitive to.) Recently a fellow Frisky staffer asked me how I’ve learned to not care what people think.
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You know who’s not having a very Merry Christmas? The guy kissing the hot chick on the left. His name is Carmelo and for three months he was carrying on an affair with the hot chick (her name is Sheryl), even though he had a girlfriend. Sheryl, who writes a blog called “Musings of an Irate Commuter,” did not know Carmelo had a girlfriend. You see, their love story started out oh-so-romantically. Carmelo posted a “Missed Connection” ad about her, after crushing on her during the train ride to work every morning. Sheryl actually saw the ad on Craigslist and responded, and the rest, as they say, is history. Well, sort of… Keep reading »
A blogger for Copyblogger, who wrote under the name “James Chartrand,” outed herself as a female, explaining that she chose a male name to earn more money and get more respect in her career.
Years ago The Blogger Formerly Known As James Chartrand (who declined to identify her real name) hit a plateau in her career. She couldn’t command a higher rate. She lost gigs she should have gotten. Things were looking grim. So she distanced herself from her existing company by choosing a pen name: “I picked a name that sounded to me like it might convey a good business image. Like it might command respect.”
She chose a male pen name. Ha, more like penis name! Keep reading »
Rosemary Port, the blogger behind “Skanks in NYC,” is suing Google for $15 million for revealing her identity to model Liskula Cohen, whom Port called a “psychotic, lying, whoring … skank” on the blog. Initially, Cohen was going to sue Port for defamation, but then she realized she knew this angry blogger and decided to call her up and sort things out without clogging up the legal system. We thought the whole saga was over. Until Port said, “I’m ready to take this all the way to the Supreme Court.” Keep reading »
Earlier this week we told you about Liskula Cohen, the model who was pissed off because an anonymous blogger was calling her mean names on the internet. A judge ruled that Cohen had the right to know the identity of the blogger behind “Skanks In NYC,” so she could sue them for defamation, and ordered Google to fork over the email address that the blogger used to start the site. At the time, Cohen said she hoped the person wouldn’t end up being someone she knows and considers a friend. Well, after doing some internet sleuthing — using Google, I assume? — Cohen discovered that her nemesis was, in fact, a frenemy! The woman behind “Skanks in NYC” is a “social acquaintance” — her name hasn’t been revealed — who Cohen describes as “an irrelevant person” whom she’d bump into at events and restaurants. So what did Cohen do with this new information? The answer may surprise you. Keep reading »
If someone started a blog about you, where they posted photos and called you a “skank” and a “ho,” what would you do? Would you sue? That’s exactly what Liskula Cohen wants to do, but the blogger behind “Skanks in NYC,” which is devoted to trashing the blonde model, is anonymous. However, a Manhattan judge ruled yesterday that Google — which owns Blogger.com, the blogging platform that hosts “Skanks in NYC” — must give up the identity of the anonymous writer behind it. Keep reading »
Recently, we found ourselves in Austin, Texas for South By Southwest’s Interactive Conference. It was a tornado of fish tacos, rain and excessive Twittering. But the rare occasion to have bloggers and big players in new media together for a week made it a perfect opportunity to ask their opinion on the web-couple’s ultimate dilemma: To blog or not to blog… Keep reading »
A few weeks into dating him, when it wasn’t even clear that we were doing more than falling into bed and blogging the pillow talk the morning after, he texted me to ask, “We’re not secret right?”
“Secret?” I wrote back. “Aren’t we on Flickr?”
That’s the moment when it got, as the uselessly succinct Facebook menu options put it, both “serious” and “complicated.”
Our relationship wasn’t founded simply on this trendy sort of self-disclosure: we were just reporting on our sex lives before anyone else did. It shouldn’t have shocked me, let alone the audience we gained along the way, that it’d all have to end online, too. So how do you deal with a breakup like that, without breaking up with the Internet? Keep reading »
Hey, do any of you guys read Wired? Do you recognize the cover girl to the left, from Wired‘s August issue? The chick with the Ashley Dupre-esque shoes? If not, here’s the bare essentials: Her name is Julia Allison. She blogs on her own site, XOJulia.com; she’s also a dating columnist with Time Out New York, and, up until recently, was the talking head for Star on various news and entertainment shows. She’s been called “the modern day Carrie Bradshaw” by the New York Times. She recently left Star to pursue her own web venture, NonSociety.com, a site which basically just puts her personal blog (if you go to xojulia.com you’ll be redirected to nonsociety.com) alongside the personal blogs of her partners-in-crime, Mary Rambin (sister to soap star Levin Rambin) a handbag designer and spin instructor, and Meghan Asha, a self-proclaimed tech blogger whose dad is, like, a big deal in Silicon Valley. Rambin blogs about style and nutrition (her knowledge of both is up for debate, but she does wear Chanel flats and gets colonics), while Asha blogs about technology (or at least her perspective on technology — i.e. I am not so sure Bill Gates would consider her a tech blogger). Julia, on the other hand, blogs solely about herself. Which is why she is on the cover of Wired when there are many, many, many, many bloggers out on the interweb worthy of that honor. Because Julia, you see, is a brand. And branding oneself via internet oversharing is the new branding yourself via panty-less table dancing (a la Paris Hilton). Julia, and the validation she has received from Wired, has got us thinking about the whole notion of blogging, its importance in the general tech-o-sphere, and where The Frisky fits in. Read on… Keep reading »