Life would be so much better if we could have a yearly chat with our past, present and future selves, where we share pressing details about the future and give ourselves necessary advice. Sadly, that is not the case and we often go through new, life-changing experiences — like college — with little help or guidance. Luckily, we do still have the opportunity to learn from those who have done it before and are willing to impart some gems of knowledge gained through experience. Since I could not share these tips with myself back when I was in college, I figured I’d do the next best thing: share them with The Frisky readers. Keep reading »
So if we’re not all clear on the fact that I deal with sometimes-crippling anxiety as a result of PTSD yet, let’s just put that out there now. I tried to cure it by going on a big adventure, thereby exposing myself to constant emotional stimulation/isolation and it turned out to be an unsuccessful ploy that made me want to just hole up at home for several months straight (which, basically, I did).
The thing is, there are still good reasons to travel, on occasion. In June I went to Madison for father’s day; I went to New York last month to see the final weekend of Kara Walker’s Domino installation and meet some writing colleagues in person (note: Amelia and Jessica are cool online but even cooler in person), and then toward the end of the month I went to Colorado for a family reunion (/introducing the beau to the fam). I’ll be going to Austin probably three times in the next year, for Thanksgiving, Christmas, and SXSW; and Michael and I have talked about maybe visiting DC and Philadelphia next year because they’ve got free museums and museums are life (OK, that’s my reason if not his).
In other words, I like traveling. But it still makes me feel like I’m drowning, though: When I was in New York I got so overwhelmed by the whole hostel experience that I had to beg a couch from a friend (who was happy to oblige, thankfully), and I had panic attacks in Colorado induced by a feeling of both spending way too much time with the people I love and not being productive enough work-wise (yes, this merits a panic attack — think fear of failure/rejection), in addition to just not being at home, in my safe space. Slowly but surely, the more I travel, the more I’m learning what I can do to enjoy myself and have an enriching experience while not going crazy. Keep reading »
As you all know, the Supreme Court of what is apparently a democratic republic founded on the principle of individual liberty and respect for the diversity of humanity decided this week that women aren’t included in that vision because $$$ > women OBVIOUSLY. Thanks, capitalism!
I’ve noticed that a lot of you guys are upset about it. That’s unfortunate! I, on the other hand, have done everything I can to stem my anger, because having to truly acknowledge the fact that we’re regressing toward politics pre-1912 on top of living with daily catcalling, normalized sexual harassment, misogynist murder sprees, and an arts culture that’s exclusive and derisive to women might actually make me have an aneurysm. Instead, I’ve developed a list of best practices going forward for dealing with with misogyny, sexism, and the systematic oppression of women. Onward! Keep reading »
It literally almost hurts to type this: today is our dear, sweet, funny, weird, hilarious Winona’s last day. I know. I KNOW. After nearly four years at The Frisky (first as a part-time blogger and then as a full-time staff member), Winona is following that amazing spirit of hers and embarking on a new adventure, taking some time away from the interwebs to focus on various sure-to-be-brilliant personal projects. I know I speak for everyone at The Frisky when I say that as, like, devastated as we are to see her go, we’re so excited to see what she does next. LOOK. OUT. WORLD. Winona is coming!
To say goodbye, we did two things: First, we adopted a goat in her honor through Heifer International, to be given to a family who will love it and care for it, and in turn, that goat will provide milk and a way to generate income. Second, we created this massive slideshow that includes some of Winona’s favorite quotes (many of which she did the calligraphy for herself) and our favorite quotes from Winona, along with photos that remind us (and you!) of just how AFB (amaze-fucking-balls) she is. All of the slides are going in a digital picture frame that Nona will receive in the mail before she’s even had a chance to miss us.
We love you, Wi! BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!
For pretty much my whole life, I’ve been a huge slob. We’re talking gigantic piles of clothes on the floor, dirty dishes all over the house, disgusting bathroom, “What is a duster and how do you use it?” levels of slobbery. I have ADD, and I always found it nearly impossible to focus long enough to clean something up, let alone maintain any semblance of organization. A couple years ago, I decided I was tired of my apartment looking like a frat house, so I made a commitment to change my behavior. I read this book, which is amazing and highly recommended. I learned to work with my ADD instead of against it. I consciously created a bunch of new organizing systems and cleaning habits. Today, I feel like an ADD success story. I’m still no neat freak (dusting will never be my thing), but I clean my house pretty much every day, willingly, and – gasp! — I enjoy it. Here are a few things I’ve learned along the way that might help you, too:
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I’ve had my share of unfortunate incidents. There was the time I visited a friend in Boston and within six hours was hospitalized with a stomach virus. Another time, while out dancing with friends, my hand collided with someone’s glass, shattering it and tearing my hand open. The day before my summer internship in New York City, a friend fell on top of me and broke my leg. On my first day volunteering with rescue dogs, an excited puppy jumped up to lick my face resulting in four stitches. A few months ago, I took generic medicine for an upset stomach causing sudden anaphylaxis. And a couple week ago, while visiting friends in LA, I broke my foot crossing the street. When I say, “had my share of unfortunate accidents,” I really mean a lifetime’s worth. But hey, if you ask anyone, I’m generally a happy person. Why? Because, I consider myself blessed. Keep reading »