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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

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“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 »

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