I went to Hebrew school for three years, and every single second of it was unequivocally lame. I was, of course, really terribly behaved, because that’s the family legacy. (My dad was ejected from the same establishment for riding a bike through the halls 30+ years earlier.) But maybe if I had Rabbi Yael Buechler as a teacher, I would have retained more from the experience than the Shabbat Candle Lighting prayer and a latent love of coconut macaroons. The 26-year-old Jewish day school teacher captured media attention last year for her unorthodox religious teaching methods. Read: manicures. Buechler started the Midrash Manicures (referring to “the deep textual interpretation of the Bible, with every word examined for meaning”) club at Solomon Schechter School of Westchester, where she teaches sixth, seventh, and eighth grade girls how to paint their nails in designs inspired by weekly Torah portions. Keep reading »
All this month The Frisky is serving up holiday gift guides to help you pick presents for everyone on your list. Here, we’ve got gifts for the travel addict in your life… Keep reading »
All this month The Frisky is serving up holiday gift guides to help you pick presents for everyone on your list. First up, we’ve got gifts for the punk rock fanatic in your life… Keep reading »
First thing’s first: I’m a Jew. I haven’t celebrated Christmas since I was a little kid and we still believed in Santa Claus. (I was eight when I discovered he wasn’t real, and ceremoniously told my younger brother and sister at the dinner table. My mom got so mad she squeezed ketchup all over my face.) We never had a tree, but after that year, we stopped getting Christmas presents, too.
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Mommie Dearest is The Frisky’s new biweekly column about being a mama.
I have a love/hate relationship with catalogs. There are some that I love to flip through and pretend that I have the money to burn. Who wouldn’t want her own cotton candy machine, night vision goggles, or handcrafted teak patio furniture? (I don’t even have a patio.) The holiday season provides me with an ample supply of these catalogs, depositing no less than three catalogs a day into my mailbox. However, they’re not all fantasy furnishings and expensive gadgets. The majority of the catalogs I receive actually cause me to roll my eyes, gnash my teeth and fill my already stuffed recycling bin to the brim: toy catalogs promoting tired traditional gender stereotypes. Keep reading »
The bloating of Thanksgiving and the bloodshed of Black Friday are behind us, and now Christmas, Hanukkah, and New Year’s celebrations are ahead of us. It’s the most joyous time of the year, right? You’re ridiculously happy and emotionally stable right now, aren’t you? Not so much? Yeah, me neither. For one thing, we’re down to about three hours of cold, gray daylight every day. Seriously, yesterday I thought I’d pop out for a walk at the reasonable time of 3:45, but it was already so dark I would have needed one of those spelunking headlamps to safely navigate my neighborhood streets. At the risk of sounding like an emo poem I wrote in 7th grade, constant darkness outside is enough to make me feel constantly dark inside.
Whether it’s family drama, bad weather, relationship problems, financial issues, cabin fever, or some crappy combination of all of the above, a lot of people I know are having a rough time right now. How can you navigate the hyper-joyful holiday seasons when you’re not feeling so merry yourself? Well, here are 8 things to try… Keep reading »
“Baby, It’s Cold Outside” is the most squirmy of Christmas songs. It’s supposed to be a cute duet between a woman and a man who wants her to stay longer, clearly written during a time period when a woman’s “reputation” for not having casual sex truly mattered. As such, the lyrics are pretty date rapey, with the woman constantly protesting that she wants to leave (“Say, what’s in this drink?”, “I ought to say no, no, no, sir, At least I’m gonna say that I tried”) and the man trying to wheedled and guilt trip her into staying (“Mind if I move in closer? What’s the sense in hurting my pride?”, “How can you do this thing to me?”). Some more modern duets flip the genders in the song as if that’s supposed to make it sound less aggressive. But I’m more into this cover by someone named Chase Gregory who covers “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” by rewriting the man’s lyrics entirely, with Chase singing both parts. Instead of wheedling the woman to stay, Chase’s dude is happy to escort her out and assure her it’s okay if she wants to go home. It’s pretty funny stuff! [YouTube]
If the thought of going to the mall on Black Friday completely freaked you out, take heart. Today is the second biggest holiday shopping day of the year, but you can participate without even leaving the comfort of your own laptop. After the jump, tons of Cyber Monday deals. And if you’ve found one we haven’t, please share it in the comments! Keep reading »
Surviving the holidays is always stressful. And if you’re single, it’s the perfect time to eff the pain away! Thanksgiving weekend provides a few days to hunt for hotties — especially if you’re traveling somewhere. But even if you’re stuck home alone, make sure you take full advantage of all the seasonal action by following The Frisky’s Guide To Getting Some Gravy On Thanksgiving!
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Black Friday seems to get crazier and crazier every year, and while I’ve gotta give props to my friends who are willing to brave the angry mobs in the hopes of scoring a sweet deal, I think that gloriously bloated day after Thanksgiving has the potential to be a lot more than the frightening consumerist orgy it’s become. With that in mind, I compiled 7 other colorful Friday traditions. Find out what they are and how to celebrate them, after the jump! Keep reading »