I wasn’t really into Monopoly as a kid. There were just too many friggin’ rules (like, why can’t you just grab the money when it’s right there?), and if I couldn’t have the Scottie, then I was not down to play. How cruel of the game’s creators to only offer one single desirable token, pretty much guaranteeing that this was not a game you could play with your siblings lest there be blood spilt over who had to be the thimble or the wheelbarrow. Maybe that’s just how they got rid of people back then. Population control and all.
In January, Hasbro finally heeded this obvious oversight and launched the “Save Your Token” Facebook campaign, which is exactly what it sounds like: a brutal fight to the death where only 7 of the 8 classic tokens would survive. And who got the boot but that boring-ass iron! Clearly that token was made for the ladiez way back when, and we no longer have any use for it. (Did we ever?) Because of, you know, feminism and stuff. Not only did they replace the most sexist Monopoly token of all, but they replaced it with the best thing possible: a cat. It’s a pretty handsome one, too! So step aside, Scottie, I know which token I’m staking my claims on next time I play Monopoly. Which, in all honesty, could be never. [BuzzFeed]
This is Dan Toombs, but you might know him as The Curry Guy, because every single night for the past year, he’s made his family dinner using curry. Chicken korma, tandoori masala, and less traditional recipes like currywurst and curry-spiced turkey Christmas turkey, you name it–if it involves curry, he’s probably cooked it. As soon as I heard about this story, it brought me back to my own childhood, and the questionable dinners (butter sandwiches, anyone?) my dad used to make over and over again. I thought it might be interesting to poll the other Frisky staffers about their parents’ cooking habits, and if there were any particular meals they really hated growing up. Check out our stories after the jump, and please share your own in the comments! Keep reading »
I grew up in the ‘80s on a tree-lined neighborhood that skirted the edge of New Haven, Connecticut. Nobody really traveled down my short street unless they lived there or were visiting, and my family was friendly with all of our neighbors. With a backyard that was mostly brambling bushes and trees, I spent the majority of my childhood playing right out in front of my house, alternating between frolicking in the garden (much to my mother’s chagrin) or biking up and down the sidewalks with friends. A good portion of that outside time was spent with friends, by myself, or with my younger brother in tow, but mostly unsupervised by adults. Sure, my mom stuck her head out every now and again, and a neighbor was never far off. But the majority of my outside play was independent and unstructured. Keep reading »
Growing up in the ’90s, I was crazy about Lisa Frank. Stickers, notebooks, folders, pencils — I had all of the school accessories, and though I was impossibly chagrined at the time, these days I am so thankful my mother never let me delve into the realm of her clothing and stuffed animals. That would have been a deep, dark, psychologically threatening hole to wander down. When I see her drawings today, the eye-searing colors and bastardized animals scream weird Tim & Eric acid fever dream instead of recess popularity and sticker trades. Further reinforcing that idea is this actual photograph of Lisa Frank, which makes it very apparent that she both A) really does love pink and purple and B) has a serious case of crazy eyes (Quaaludes?). Now I would like to firmly file this photo, along with all other things Lisa Frank-related, into the secret back compartment of my brain responsible for suppressing disturbing childhood and adolescent memories (you get back in there, KaBlam!), thanks. [photo via Racked]
“[The first movie I remember seeing was] ‘The Goonies.’ I never identified with girls, and the cast was all boys. Girls were nervous about going into caves; they were scaredy-cats—and I wasn’t into that at all. I loved the idea of being with a crew and having an adventure. I was really interested in pits full of snakes … I [played with Barbies], but it was always, ‘Let’s play sex with Barbies!’ My Barbies were usually naked. Once, I took their heads off, cut their hair, drew on their short, spiky hair with some markers, then stuck the heads on Christmas lights. Every year, we’d string our tree with those Barbie heads. It looked demonic. My parents were so cool—they saw it as a form of self-expression.”
– Jessica Biel in W magazine. I mean, we all simulated sex acts with our Barbie dolls and gave them weird haircuts, right? The part where she made their heads into Christmas ornaments was a little dark. But she’s got nothing on our screwed up childhood games. We don’t judge at all. [What is going on in the photo? Is she touching herself by a pool? -- Editor] [Celebitchy]
I spend an hour a week in therapy. When I’m not working through current traumas, like that woman who gave me the stink-eye at the grocery store, I am stuck firmly in the past. Yes, I lived through many scarring childhood experiences from which I thought I’d never recover. There was the time in 9th grade when this jerk in Earth Sciences put tape in my hair. And every single time my mother shouted “Leave the door open!” after me when I went to hang out in my bedroom with a boy.
But for you, dear Frisky readers, I have decided to enact a spiritual sage-burning of the blogger variety and admit there are some things I just need to get over. What follows are the scarring childhood experiences that I, along with the rest of the Frisky staff, are finally ready to put past us… Keep reading »
One thing, we’ve discovered, that all of The Frisky ladies have in common is the fact that we played really bizarre games when we were children. I feel very strongly that you all need to know about these games. Click through to see if you can match the screwed up game with its player. Teaser: you will read about murder plots, ass sniffing, asphyxiation, sandwiches, makeup and more. Oh, and we would be thrilled if you shared your messed up childhood games with us too. Clearly, we’re in no position to judge.
Every year older brings new privileges. The obvious perks are voting, drinking, growing boobs and losing our curfews. However, with these new privileges consequently comes the loss of old privileges. There were many things we took for granted as kids that cause us to look back on our carefree lives and think “I wish I was a kid again.” The obvious childish perks that have left our daily schedules are things like homework and nap time, but here are six more things that we once had as kids but wish we had now. Keep reading »
There are alternative ways of becoming a parent if traditional human child rearing is not your cup of tea. Partners of 26 years, Mark Kirby and A.J. Sapolnick, adopted their “son,” Digby, some 20 years ago in Paris. Yes, Digby is technically a “doll” but they don’t care to refer to him that way. To them, he is their child. Keep reading »
Sleep-away camp often ends up being one of the most memorable experiences of your childhood. These memories can span everything from making s’mores to canoeing to hanging out with boys and realizing they don’t all have cooties. A handful of wise women share their best stories about what they learned while in the great outdoors. Keep reading »