The sixth episode of “The Real Housewives of Atlanta” airs tonight, and we can’t wait for the latest in the NeNe-Kim-Sheree friendship triangle. These ladies’ drama keeps us coming back every week because there’s just no clear villain or heroine is this situation. Since we can’t decide who to root for, we decided to debate it out. It’s already clear to us that Sheree and NeNe can’t be friends, but what’s the deal with Kim dissing NeNe for Sheree? After the jump, myself and my friend Jacci debate the drama. And FYI, Amelia is liveblogging tonight’s episode, which airs at 10 pm on Bravo. Keep reading »
Last night’s Vice-Presidential debate was some good TV! The back-and-forths between Joe Biden and Sarah Palin were perhaps a little more restrained than we expected or hoped for, but they both definitely made an impression. Palin especially, who had a series of bad interview clips with Katie Couric making the rounds in the days leading up to the debate. While she was clearly rehearsed and prepared, there were some great Palin moments that stuck out as especially memorable for this fanatic. Those, after the jump… [CNN Debate Transcript]
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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 »
When I heard about SideTaker.com, I was instantly psyched — a website where you can lay out your side of an argument and then have your foe argue theirs, the winner to be decided by a jury of anonymous readers on the internet? Sweet! For starters, using the site as a reader is hilarious. Currently, these five arguments jumped out at me:
1. Is My Boyfriend Calling Another Girl (Who’s Cute) Considered Cheating?
2. A Couple Is Not On Same Page When It Comes To Having Sex — Who’s To Blame?
3. She Dumped Me Because I Played A Prank On Her — Was She Over-Reacting?
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One of my most shameful moments as a person was in the fourth grade. I was fairly invisible within my class, but had a desperate desire to be liked. There was another girl in my class who also was not popular and was picked on fairly often for being a little grubby. One day, in what I guess was an attempt to appear cool and funny to my classmates, I picked on her too. I told her she was dirty and that she reminded me of used toilet paper, whatever that means. Then I told her she was a slut. She cried. I still wasn’t popular after that, so the point was lost, and I’ve clearly spent the last 18 years thinking about how mean I was to her. But the thing is, I had no idea what the word “slut” even meant, I just knew it was a bad thing to call a girl. I still don’t know what a slut is and that’s because I don’t think there’s any definition that everyone can agree on. The debate over what makes a person a “slut” is so…ridiculous. Can’t we just retire it already?
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For the record, I am not engaged. I suspect I will be engaged, however, anywhere between one month to slightly less than two years from now. Being that this impending engagement is pretty much around the corner, I’ve been doing alot of hemming and hawing about what to do should that joyous occasion arrive and I need to decide what to do about my last name. For many, if not most, women, taking their husband’s last name is a no-brainer, which is perhaps the aspect of this debate that bothers me the most. It’s not that I don’t acknowledge the convenience, the ease, even the, gag, romance of sharing the same last name as the hubs, but it seems to me that spending 28 years on Earth with one name and then just throwing it out like yesterday’s garbabe is a decision that should be weighed with a little bit of levity. I am weighing it with an extraordinary amount of levity and have found that there is a bit of a dialogue going on between two sides of my brain on the subject. Right and left battle it out, after the jump.
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