Tag Archives: frisky rant

Frisky Rant: Don’t Listen To Kirstie Allsopp — Choose College Before Kids

Frisky Rant: Don't Listen To Kirstie Allsopp — Choose College Before Kids

I’m more than sure Kirstie Allsopp is going to take a beating from the Internet in the last few days over encouraging young women to forego higher education for a job, an apartment, a boyfriend, and a baby.  She argues that career doesn’t have a time limit, while (for most people) child-bearing does.

I’m not going to call her anti-feminist, or a bad feminist, or whatever.  She’s a person with opinions she’s entitled to — a few of which I agree with, notably that marriage is a big old WHATEVS.  I just think there are some serious logical flaws to her argument. Keep reading »

Frisky Rant: On Dudes Who Ghost And Then Suddenly Text Me Every Six Months Or So

Frisky Rant: On Dudes Who Ghost And Then Suddenly Text Me Every Six Months Or So
Dating Don'ts: Ghosting
Thou shalt not ghost your love interests. Read More »

“Hey.” “Hey you.” “What’s up?” “Yo.” “Heyyyy.”

These are the types of messages I’ve been getting from former flings and lovers about every six months or so. And I’m fucking sick and tired of it. Keep reading »

Frisky Rant: Hey Airlines, Stop Overbooking Flights On Purpose

Frisky Rant: Hey Airlines, Stop Overbooking Flights On Purpose

If you work for American Airlines, or any airline for that matter, buckle up. You’re in for a bumpy ride.

I booked and paid for my flight months in advance, received a confirmation and a seat number and was pleasantly surprised when I got to the airport, checked into my American Airlines flight and received a “Priority Seating Pass,” instead of a usual boarding pass. For some reason, I was shuffled through the “priority” security line (score!) and arrived at my gate several hours before takeoff. I was going from New York’s LaGuardia Airport to Nashville, Tennessee, with a group of other women for a close friend’s bachelorette party and wanted to make sure my seat (which I received in my confirmation, but didn’t see on my “priority pass”) was with the rest of the group. Upon approaching the attendant at the gate, I was informed that I would not receive a seat until the plane began boarding and that my “priority seating pass” was essentially a priority standby pass. Keep reading »

Frisky Rant: Weight Watchers’ Repulsive New Ad Campaign Asks Women To Publicly Confess Their Shame … For Eating

Fuck. This. Noise.

This ad for Weight Watchers “Smart Ones” frozen meals popped up before a YouTube video I was watching, and I actually had to watch it twice all the way through to realize it wasn’t some kind of satire or parody. Unfortunately, it’s real. And it’s terrible.

“We brought women like you together in Times Square,” reads the opening title, over a whimsical soundtrack. “It was time to ‘fess up.” This is followed by women (only women, no men) sheepishly admitting to the camera that they like buttered popcorn, or that they once ate cake frosting for breakfast, or that they have a weakness for mini cupcakes. Their confessions are shown on a huge screen in Times Square for all to see (while the women cover their faces in shame), before being digitally erased and replaced with a message: “Congratulations, you now have a clean slate!” Women are then shown cheering and triumphantly holding up empty plates, which they are presumably only to fill with microwavable, highly processed meals from now until eternity. Or maybe, in an ideal world, they just wouldn’t eat at all?

Weight Watchers, I have three words for you: Fuck. This. Noise. Here’s why: Keep reading »

Frisky Rant: “How I Met Your Mother” Broke My Heart And I Have Way Too Many Feels About It

Frisky Rant: "How I Met Your Mother" Broke My Heart And I Have Way Too Many Feels About It

SPOILERS AHEAD! 

I used to think people who got really worked up over TV series finales were a little insane. What could possibly prompt someone to spend days crying real tears over characters that don’t even exist? Why would viewers get so delusional as to believe a show’s writers and producers owed them something?

But then “How I Met Your Mother” broke my heart last night. Keep reading »

Frisky Rant: You Are Not Sooo Busy

Frisky-Rant-So-Busy

“I’m sooo busy!”

I’m soooo over this phrase. So over it I want to throw something when a person says it. Usually at them. I’m sooo busy is code for, “I don’t care enough about you to remember to text or call or see you.” Telling someone you’re sooo busy isn’t an excuse. It’s an insult.

You know who’s busy? Doctors. Doctors are busy. You know who else? New mothers. I would not trade places with them for a minute. Everyone else? Nope.  You’re really not that busy.

We all want to think we’re that busy. But, we’re usually busy playing Candy Crush or perusing other people’s “busy” lives on Facebook or watching “Scandal.” We’ve become too lazy to pick up the phone and get back to someone. Keep reading »

Frisky Rant: Kids Don’t Belong On Leashes

Frisky Rant: Kids Don't Belong On Leashes

On my way into work this morning, I had the displeasure of walking behind two women who, in each of their hands not clutching their coffee, held leashes that were harnessed to their respective children. Not dogs — children. The woman on the left had three kids, all on individual leashes, and the woman on the right had one child. All of the children appeared to around age five or younger. I am not a parent, and so I generally shy away from expressing my opinions about other peoples’ parenting choices, but if there is one thing that makes my blood boil, it’s parents who treat their children like they’re animals. And in my opinion, strapping a harness around a child’s belly and keeping them on a leash, even if it’s a leash meant for a human, is coming pretty damn close. Keep reading »

Frisky Rant: 8 Parting Words Of Advice For The Cheating Husband Who Had An Affair With His Intern

Frisky Rant: 8 Parting Words Of Advice For The Cheating Husband Who Had An Affair With His Intern

What to say, oh, what to say about an anonymous Thought Catalogue essay that starts, “From the beginning we knew our relationship looked like a cliché—perhaps plucked from a boring episode of ‘Mad Men.’ You, my 21-year-old millennial intern, me, your 30-something married boss with two kids”?

“To The Millennial I Left For My Wife (And 8 Parting Words Of Advice)” is a hate-read from the first line. Sadly, it only gets much, much more hate-able as it goes on. I don’t mean to spoil the surprise for you, but this wannabe modern day Don Draper leaves his wife and two kids for his millennial intern. They have a few great “magical” and “addictive” weeks together “dancing on the dock of a river” and stealing kisses in an elevator. But soon, everything goes to hell in a hand basket. Why?  Oh, because “serious differences emerged from the shadows” and “common backgrounds also forged common problems.” God, I HATE when that happens. Keep reading »

Frisky Rant: You Can Follow Your Dream Without Quitting Your Job In A Super Bowl Commercial

Frisky Rant: You Can Follow Your Dream Without Quitting Your Job In A Superbowl Commercial

First, let me say that I didn’t watch the Super Bowl for a couple of reasons: 1) I don’t like watching football, even though I’ve tried, and 2) I’ve discovered that it’s the absolute best time to run errands in New York City. No lines! I did, however, see the Go Daddy “I Quit” commercial featuring Gwen, a machine engineer who always dreamed of starting her own puppet business. One hundred million people, including Gwen’s boss Ted, saw her quit her job during the Super Bowl to start PuppetsByGwen.com. “Ciao, baby!” said Gwen, voicing one of her puppets. Keep reading »

Frisky Rant: On That White Woman Who Saw A Black Woman At Yoga And Wrote An Embarrassingly Tone Deaf Essay About It For xoJane

Frisky Rant: On That White Woman Who Saw A Black Woman At Yoga And Wrote An Embarrassingly Tone Deaf Essay About It For xoJane

Oh for fuck’s sake, fine, I’ll respond to the click-baiting article about yoga on xoJane. A writer going by the name of Jen Caron (her real name, Jen Polachek, was removed as the byline following the backlash to her article) has written the following essay: “It Happened To Me: There Are No Black People In My Yoga Classes And I’m Suddenly Uncomfortable With It.” Caron is a self-described “skinny white girl” and what “happened to” her is a “fairly heavy black woman” attended her yoga class and seemingly had a difficult time with some of the poses. Obviously, Caron writes, the fat Black woman who isn’t as “good” at yoga must resent her, in all her skinny white yogic glory, and this (utterly imagined) racially-charged tension made Caron uncomfortable. But the discomfort, the ruined yoga class, was worth it because isn’t her essay about it brave and compassionate? Jen Caron cares.  Keep reading »

  • Zergnet: Simply Irresistible

  • HowAboutWe

  • Popular