In honor of “Star Trek Into Darkness,” which opens TO-FUCKING-DAY, I had planned on devoting this entire week to the series. STAR TREK WEEK, I was calling it, because I am creative. And then I got strep throat and was basically comatose in bed from Monday through Wednesday, returning yesterday to work quietly from my sickbed. Star Trek Week was ruined. OR WAS IT? See, having a week devoted to “Star Trek” on The Frisky is maybe a little odd, a little self-indulgent, but the bonus is that I can basically have it anytime I want, so Star Trek Week will go on next week, a week late, because like Jean Luc Picard, I am the Captain of this ship and I WILL MAKE IT SO.
In the meantime, “Star Trek Into Darkness” still opens TO-FUCKING-DAY, and while I already posted a spoiler-free review of the film, allow me to further encourage you to see it with these 10 sligggghtly spoiler-y hints about the film’s plot. And if that’s not enough for you, they are accompanied by GIFs of Benedict Cumberbatch, aka the World’s Sexiest Mole Rat, who plays the villain John Harrison in the film. Swoon. Keep reading »
Usually our mothers give us sound advice, like we need to use shaving cream and lotion to prevent razor burn. Or that that we should swallow our pride and apologize if we’ve done something wrong. We’re on board with this stuff. But sometimes, the things our mothers tell us are just really bizarre. In honor of Mother’s Day, some motherly words of wisdom from questionable beliefs about bananas to misconceptions about our periods that made us go Huh? Keep reading »
Last night, I had the supreme good fortune of being able to see an early screening of “Star Trek Into Darkness,” the latest “Star Trek” reboot from J.J. Abrams. You. Guys. It was so so so soooooo goooooooood. I am dying to talk to someone about it, but no one else I know has seen it yet and I refuse to be that asshole who ruins the movie — especially by revealing who the villain is — for my fellow Trekkies. That violates the Prime Directive of, like, fandom. Anyway, I need to purge my emotions about the film though, so I put together this utterly spoiler-free (I swear!) review of the movie presented in GIFs from “Star Trek: The Original Series.” Keep reading »
Men! There are plenty of things about women that they don’t understand, but they really, really don’t understand what goes into our appearances. Sure, they sort of get why we might feel like we need concealer, or even lipstick. But when it comes to more nuanced beauty tricks, like filling in your eyebrows or using a blow-dryer, they are clueless. Here are 14 things that men will never, ever even begin to understand about our beauty regimens … [Clueless man image via Shutterstock] Keep reading »
Blow job, ladies. Blow. Jobs.
In last night’s episode of “Mad Men,” Megan Draper’s saucy French-speaking minx of a mother was back in town, and she had some advice for Megan, whose distance from husband Don was all but obvious. “He may think you belong more to other people than he does to you,” Marie says, having just seen her daughter sign autographs for two teen girls. Her advice for Megan, if she wants to keep her husband interested in her, is to stop dressing like his wife. “The only thought he should have at this dinner is how quickly he can get between your legs,” she says in a bit of TMI sex advice. Megan giggles but complies, and sure enough, after a hilariously uncomfy business dinner with clients, to which Megan wore a chocha-showing dress, Don is rarin’ to go.
I don’t think Marie is wrong that Don has become distant from Megan as her own star has risen — but I certainly don’t think that that is her fault or that it’s her responsibility alone to keep their marriage hot and spicy. But I won’t deny that Marie’s advice worked, at least for the time being. A little while later in the episode, when Don returns home late, Megan gives what I think is the first blow job in the show’s history. Correct me if I’m wrong though.
Anyway, check out two clips above and some GIFs of the episode’s other great moments (spoilers ahead!) after the jump! Keep reading »
I’m a lucky gal. I am very close with my mom and feel comfortable opening up to her with just about everything under the sun. But there are still a few things that I never, ever, ever, evvvvver want my mom to know about me, mostly because I really don’t want to see or deal with her reaction. In honor of this coming Mother’s Day, I polled my fellow Frisky staffers about what they would just DIE to have their mom learn about them. Share yours in the comments! Keep reading »
For the past week or so, I’ve had a small itchy rash on my cheek. Yesterday I finally went to the doctor, and by “went to the doctor” I mean I typed “itchy cheek rash” into Google, read about the most dire medical problems that include cheek rashes in their list of symptoms, and convinced myself I’m going to die. Are you interested in diagnosing your medical problems online? Want to guarantee the lowest level of accuracy and the highest level of panic? Not sure where to start? Read on to try my patented 10-step method, illustrated by GIFs… Keep reading »
There are a few things in life I feel like I’m pretty good at, among them, roasting a mean pork tenderloin, giving sad sacks hours and hours of life advice without pay, drinking a whole bottle of champagne without getting slurry, drawing meaningful dating wisdom from unlikely sources (like “Star Trek”), and traveling alone. Interestingly, I’ve gotten good at all these things, as different as they are, through being a thirtysomething woman with no dependents or serious love interests. The perks of being single abound!
But seriously. I love traveling alone. Initially, traveling alone was something I did out of necessity. Following the big breakup of 2008 (never forget), I suddenly found myself making enough money, finally, to afford a regular vacation, but without a built-in travel buddy/boyfriend. While I obviously had friends, the vast majority of them were either A) in serious relationships and used their precious vacation hours to travel together or B) too poor to go anywhere besides a stops on the Long Island Railroad. That meant that if I was going to get the hell out of New York City — and seriously, you have to leave NYC sometimes or you’ll end up going crazy and painting song lyrics in menstrual blood on your bedroom walls — I was going to have to embark on a solo adventure. Luckily, I have always been someone who savored me time so aside from a few vague fears (would I get bored? would it be safe?), I was stoked at the prospect of having seemingly limitless hours to explore a new place on my own terms, unencumbered by anyone else’s needs and desires. How luxurious.
And, oh, how it is. I have adored every single one of my solo vacations to the point where I genuinely prefer traveling the world alone. For one thing, untethering yourself, however temporarily, from the demands of your fellow man adds a whole new level of relaxation to a vacation. For example… Keep reading »
Oh, the gym. I’m lucky enough to live in a building with its own gym (which is mercifully never busy because everyone in my building is already in shape or something). But man, for years I went to one really popular gym in Philly and, dang, I saw some things. Gyms are sweaty, smelly microcosms, with their own hilarious manners (everybody gets a turn on the elliptical, dammit!) and personalities. And it seems that whether you’re talking the fanciest upscale city gym, or smallest local workout center, there are certain people you’ll always find there. After the jump, we run through some of the women we always run into when we’re sweating our butts off. (And if you get a chance, check out GQ’s hilarious list of the Gym Guys You Really Don’t Want To Be, too!)
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Tomorrow is the Backstreet Boys’ 20th(!) anniversary. Yep, BSB has been around for two decades, and I have been a die-hard fan for pretty much that entire time. In fact, at one point my deep love for AJ McLean even informed my religious beliefs (I prayed every night for his hand in marriage). It seems like every week a new boy band emerges and then fades into obscurity just as quickly. So what’s the secret to BSB’s longevity? Well, besides being genuinely talented, charismatic, and appreciative of their fans, I’ve put together a list of 10 other reasons they’ve been around so long, illustrated by GIFs, obviously. Up-and-coming boy bands might want to take notes… Keep reading »