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 »
When “Dawson’s Creek” first aired, I was in 7th grade and was caught in a blissful lust-cloud of my first “relationship.” Gregory Ware* was the self-appointed Dawson of Pine Cobble School, not because he was so arty or into film, but mainly because he had blond hair kind of like Dawson’s, dressed like him (oh, how I don’t miss the days of baggy khakis and unbuttoned plaid shirts), and was the most attractive guy in our class. (However, it’s not like he had a ton of competition, considering the average class size at our teeny private school in Western Massachusetts numbered 20 or so.) If Greg was Dawson, then I took after Jen, because, well, I was a blonde. But I’d also become the school’s new girl, an import from New York City. At the time I transferred to Pine Cobble, Greg was “going out” with Haley, the Joey figure; the two had been friends for a while and lived close by. Although Haley and I became part of the same group of friends, we maintained a competitive relationship for years.
Just as quickly as partners swapped on the show, so too did hand-holding change at Pine Cobble. Keep reading »
Reason #327 why I love Mary-Kate Olsen: She, too, isn’t bashful about her past fashion choices, and is perhaps the queen of bad kid style. In a quote caught by Elle magazine, she says, “My first favorite clothing item was a pair of spandex shorts with fringe on them! Leopard and white spandex.” Wow. Honestly, those sound kind of amazing. See, my 4-year-old self would have been all over them. [Twitter]
Like any self-respecting 5-year-old girl, I took it upon myself to curate my fashion sense early on. Since my parents were the bohemian “let her be creative and wear whatever” types, I somehow came to acquire a shamelessly distinctive wardrobe (purchased, I assume, with Monopoly money). It started with all things gold. Keep reading »
Before JTT, Leo, Pacey, or Dawson, there was Bill. Bill Nye the Science Guy. My first crush.
I was about 8, and Bill was maybe a million years older, but that didn’t matter. My family wasn’t in the least bit bothered by this—in fact, my parents approved highly of our relationship, because they were much happier to see their daughter watching “Bill Nye the Science Guy” than half the other crap on television.
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Of course I thought Johnny Depp
was dreamy in “21 Jump Street.” But my childhood crush didn’t turn truly psycho until I saw “Edward Scissorhands.” How did I express my obsession with Johnny? In a totally sane way. I tried to become him. One afternoon when I was home alone, I stole my mom’s manicure kit and taped the different implements to my hands to see what it would feel like to have real scissorhands. Crazy crush behavior or early indicator that I might have goth tendencies in my future? Either way … mortifying.
Inevitably, childhood celeb crushes are only good for one thing: They make you do very embarrassing things. Take, for example, this young lady, Melissa Bell, who may end up in therapy as an adult after she discovers that it might not have been the best idea to read her crush story, “Ashton Kutcher Fan Fiction: The Middle School Dance,” aloud to her school. Poor girl. [BuzzFeed]
Just to make sure that Melissa and I are not alone in our shame, I asked the other ladies at The Frisky to share their most humiliating celebrity crush moments. Some stories you won’t want to miss after the jump. Keep reading »
It’s the middle of July and the heat is ON, but sadly, as lovely as summers are, they just don’t have the same kind of magic they did when we were kids, do they? Remember how endless the weeks between mid-June to mid-August used to seem? These days they fly by in a flash and it’s Fall before we’ve even had a chance to collect a single firefly in a jar. After the jump, 10 things I miss most about my summers past. Keep reading »
I was kind of obsessed with Barbie dolls when I was younger. Although I had over 50 Barbies, my mom knew we couldn’t leave a toy store without visiting the Barbie aisle. I didn’t get a new doll most of the time, but sometimes she would buy me a new Barbie outfit, which is just like getting a new doll. Anyone that wanted to buy me a gift knew that anything Barbie would delight me. I could play with my Barbies for hours on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon, but on some rare occasions, I did play with baby dolls. For most girls dolls are a large part of childhood because dolls allow them to play at adult situations, like being a mother or having a career. Some women continue their doll play even as adults. We’re not longing for our childhoods, but every now and then we feel the pull of nostalgia, so we put together a list of our favorite dolls. Check out the list, as well as some classic commercials, after the jump. Keep reading »