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Frisky Rant: On Guys Who Don’t Read Books By Women

Frisky Rant: On Guys Who Don't Read Books By Women
Hot/Not Hot Books
Guys tell us what they like/ don't like to see on a girl's book shelf. Read More »

It wasn’t long after I started using OK Cupid in late 2012 that I realized I was just looking at the same guy over and over and over. Bearded, goofy, self-effacing, liberal arts major, non-religious, burgeoning career, presents as worldly — basically, hipsters. But that’s not why I say “the same guy.”  I say “the same guy” because all of them had, unfailingly, exactly the same taste in literature: Thomas Pynchon, Jorge Luis Borges, David Foster Wallace, Don DeLillo, Jonathan Franzen, Haruki Murakami, Junot Diaz, Charles Bukowski, Cormac McCarthy, Albert Camus, and Philip Roth, with a smattering of Hemingway, Thoreau, Tolstoy, Kafka, and Vonnegut to give props to the giants.

Not once did I ever see these men list Margaret Atwood, Maya Angelou, Barbara Kingsolver, Harper Lee, Alice Walker, Toni Morrison, Flannery O’Connor, Eudora Welty, Zora Neale Hurston, Joan Didion, Annie Dillard, Bharati Mukerjee, Jamaica Kincaid, Annie Proulx, Susan Sontag, Joyce Carol Oates, or Zadie Smith.  Not even Charlotte Bronte.  Not even Mary Shelley. Keep reading »

Frisky Rant: Sorry Kid, You’re Not The Man Of The House

Sorry Kid, You're Not The Man Of The House

A few months ago, I was having a rough time with my son. This is not unusual, as he is going through a particularly ornery stage and I am stubborn as a mule who is really good at yelling but not much else in the discipline realm. I ended up calling my parents for backup, and put them on the phone with my son as I stood in the bathroom listening to the conversation. Most of it was great. My dad was telling my son that he needs to listen to me because I’m the Mom and I have his best interests at heart and all that. But then! Then he told my son that he needed to change his behavior because he is “the man of the house,” and I “need” him to take care of me and our home. And that’s when I almost punched a hole through the wall. Keep reading »

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 »

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