All I wanted to do on Sunday was get a mani/pedi so my nails didn’t look so chipped and busted. Kicking back with a crinkled copy of Allure while Top 40 radio blares overhead is the closet thing modern women have to bliss. But instead of being a zen experience, my local nail salon was railroaded by a horribly rude woman causing drama. Rude Woman apparently needed to have ONLY non-scented lotion used on her skin. Yet, despite it apparently being so important, she didn’t bring any of her own along with her.
Instead, Rude Woman got really snotty with all the employees about whether their lotion was scented or non-scented; she repeatedly talked down to them about whether they had it and why they didn’t. The way Rude Woman was talking — loud, accusatory — seemed to imply these nail salon folks either didn’t understand a lick of English (not true) or were intentionally trying to ruin her day. Other customers and I kept making eye contact during her repeated rants, like, “Can you believe this woman?”
Look. I’m sympathetic to her frustration, sort of. A lot of nail salons will say anything to you to get you to use their services — my favorite is saying it will just be a five minute wait when it is really more like 20. But Rude Woman was just plain condescending. I was embarrassed for her. I was embarrassed for the employees.
So, Rude Woman, I hope you don’t read The Frisky. But just in case you do, I’ve penned a handy, dandy guide about how not to be awful at the nail salon. Keep reading »
His teeny little profile picture was cute. He was the right age range and city. But when I opened the online dating message from this random dude, this is what he said:
Isn’t feminism a little obsolete? Men and women are equal nowadays. In fact, the balance is tipped in your favor.
Of all the things for a man to comment upon in my profile, he chose to kinda-insulted me by calling my belief system “obsolete”? I rolled my eyes. I hit delete. Another one bites the dust.
I’d been “negged.” Keep reading »
Ladies, look, we think it’s high time we stop snarking on each other and start supporting one another. To that end, we’ve developed an official Frisky Girl Code of Conduct, based on what we wish our friends, coworkers and female strangers might do to help us out. The Frisky Girl Code Of Conduct is also what we expect in return. Every woman needs to support other women in these ways: it’s just the right thing to do.
After the jump, we give you a list of things we pledge to do to make life better for all womankind. Keep reading »
Over the summer, I had a first date with an attractive, smart guy who emailed me over an online dating site. C— was Harvard-educated, a lawyer, and a dead ringer for the actor Terrance Howard (i.e. super hot). We had a lovely conversation and was a total gentleman until the end of the date: he paid for our drinks, walked me to the train, and kissed me on the lips before telling me he wanted to see me again soon.
I texted him the next day to say “thank you for drinks!” I never heard back. Not a single peep. I got “ghosted.”
Well, I never heard back for three months, anyway. One afternoon, I randomly received this text message from C—:
Hey Jess, it’s C—. I don’t have a great excuse for why I fell off the planet. I got really busy and things got messy with an ex that I didn’t want to be bothered with while pursuing something new. If you are still interested, I’d like to see you. Keep reading »
I was at a flea market this weekend with a friend, relishing in my new discovery that yes, despite the fact that I am only five-feet tall, I can actually wear three-quarter-length skirts as long as I wear heels, when I happened upon the perfect new skirt. The only trouble? My friend Sarah thought it was the perfect new skirt, too — for her. At first, her praise of the brightly-colored button-down vintage skirt (priced at a reasonable $20) was neutral. Until she tried the skirt on, too, and realized it fit her (at a good eight inches taller than me) just as well as me. “Wellllll, you know, that skirt is exactly what I’ve been looking for…” she said, her voice trailing off. Keep reading »
Ladies, there is absolutely no shame in diversifying your dating portfolio. In fact, it’s highly encouraged to put your eggs into lots of different baskets while you’re a free agent, as long as you can do it without being a total dick. There is an art to dating multiple guys at once while keeping your dating karma intact. After the jump, what is acceptable and unacceptable while juggling multiple men. Keep reading »
Like most of you, my mailbox has been filling with Christmas cards over the last couple weeks from extended family members and far-flung friends of my husband’s and mine whom we haven’t seen in an eternity. And while it’s nice to get mail other than bills and junk, I can’t help but feel a little jaded and Scrooge-y every time I open one of those cards and find there isn’t so much as a hand-written signature, let alone a personal note. In a lot of cases, these cards aren’t even really greeting cards as much as they’re photos of friends’ kids with text below their smiling faces that says something like “Happy Holidays! From the Gordmans!” The back of the photo cards are almost always blank with plenty of room for a brief greeting. So, why isn’t there one? Keep reading »