We here at The Frisky have a love/hate relationship with Thanksgiving. We love the food, but hate the stress of cooking. We love our families, but hate the awkward things they say. We love going home, but hate traveling.
We have so many things to look forward to (yummy pie) and just as many to avoid (politics). Don’t let any of the usual holiday quarrels ruin your holiday. This year, you will have a game plan. The following gallery contains everything you need to navigate Thanksgiving like a pro. We encourage you to use this survival guide as light reading on your voyage home, or a quick reference under the dining room table as you decide whether to have a third helping of stuffing.
I love a reality TV villain. Going all the way back to the first season of “Survivor,” when I rooted for Richard Hatch to win, my favorite reality TV stars have always been the conniving and backstabbing ones, who toss out razor-edged insults without fearing the consequences. Remember how much I loved Courtney Robertson during Ben Flajnik’s season of “The Bachelor”? I mean, if they have a touch of sociopath in them, all the better.
That’s why I am obsessed with Stassi Schroeder on “Vanderpump Rules,” the Bravo spinoff of “The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills.” Stassi is a waitress at SUR, the restaurant owned by “RHOBH” cast member Lisa Vanderpump, and is frequently at odds with her friends/coworkers and her on/off boyfriend Jax. And when Stassi is at odds with someone, WATCH OUT. Stassi is known for her wildly over-the-top and often violent-sounding “threats”; in her on-camera interviews, she often goes off on long, fantastical tangents about what she’d like to do to certain people. They’re really quite clever, especially when they’re directed at her lying, cheating whipping boy, Jax. She’s basically the High Priestess Of Castration. Inspirational!
Now, I’m not suggesting you start threatening people left and right, over petty shit like Stassi does — but I do suggest you put some of these Stassi-isms in your back pocket, to pull out the next time someone does you wrong. For example… Keep reading »
Adages, platitudes and mottos can be a little off-putting, not to mention cliche, when applied to real-life situations. The last thing thing you want to hear when you get laid off is, “Everything happens for a reason.” Does it? Well, maybe it does, but keep that to yourself while I’m drowning in the dregs of self-pity trying to figure out how to pay my rent. We think we might have discovered the antidote to stale what-doesn’t-kill-you-makes-you-stronger wisdom and played out lifestyle abbreviations (YOLO, we’re looking at you): advice acronyms. Why? They’re not annoying or overused, and more importantly, the mere mention of an acronym when you’re in a hairy situation reminds you not to take yourself so seriously (DTYSS!). Really, this is key to everything. The minute you DTYSS, you’re on the road to feeling better. Below are some advice acronyms that have soothed us in our lowest moments and revolutionized our way of dealing with unavoidable life crap. Feel free to use any of them or make up your own. Keep reading »
Making friends as an adult is always a bit tricky. You can’t rely on the instant bonding powers of living in the same dorm or loathing the same chemistry teacher to create your social circle. People are super busy with jobs and relationships and kids. It seems like everyone is happily ensconced in their current friend group and not open to new members. Making new friends as an adult in a new city where you know no one is even trickier. But it’s not impossible! As a Nashville newbie myself, I’m still in the process of making friends. Here are a few things I’ve learned along the way and some awesome tips collected from friends who have successfully done the whole “making friends in a new city” thing before… Keep reading »
Now that Halloween is over, the festive tidal wave of Thanksgiving and Christmas is beginning to build. It might seem a bit early to be discussing the holidays, but it’s never too soon to start preparing for the emotional onslaught they bring. Your mom is already calling to guilt trip you about not spending a full week with her for Thanksgiving. You’re already starting to panic about seeing your uncle after you called him a morally bankrupt hillbilly last year.Your back is already aching at the thought of cold nights on the pullout sofa. Wondering how to handle the impending stress? What you need is a plan. A Holiday Season Emotional Bootcamp Plan, to be exact. Read on for our week-by-week tips and strategies to strengthen your stress-handling capabilities and pump you up to handle any holiday drama that comes your way. Good luck, soldier. You’ll need it. Keep reading »
Here’s the conundrum: the person who you love most in the world wants to talk about an issue. You’re honored, of course, that they’re coming to you with their dilemma, but at the same time, it’s challenging because you know them so well that you can cut straight through the BS and tell them that this isn’t really about their boss, it’s about their control issues with their father and they better address those first. But you can’t say that because they’ll probably want to punch your in the face for being so right. Being right — rather than empathetic — can be awfully annoying when your partner is having a vulnerable moment. But they need your input. What to do? Tread lightly and carry a tiny stick. Meaning, it’s all in the delivery. Here are some tips to help you master one of the most important relationship skills: how to give your SO guidance without pissing them off. Keep reading »
Winnie The Pooh turns 87 today! 87 long years of Pooh and honey and you know what it made me realize? I want to be five again. Five was the perfect age. Anything looked good on you, and you were basically forced to take naps. What more could a person want out of life?
When you are five you learn most of life’s lessons from cartoons and public programming. You’re taught that sharing is caring and a spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go down. Some of the best advice I’ve ever received came from my childhood heroes. Read more on College Candy…
It was recently brought to my attention that age 28 is often a big, crazy, life-changing year for people. Reasons range from Saturn return to cell turnover to psychological development to societal expectations, but I’m not as interested in the specific explanation as I am in people’s unique experiences at this age. The vast majority of my friends tell me 28 marked a huge shift in their lives, their relationships, their careers, living situations, etc. A very unscientific Twitter poll I conducted yielded similar responses. Anecdotally, at least, it seems that 28 is kind of a big deal.
I’m almost halfway through my 28th year and damn, has this been true for me. I moved across the country, dealt with/am dealing with some intense family transitions, lost and gained some very close friends, and feel like I’m on a path of self growth and acceptance that is simultaneously scary and rewarding.
I’d love to hear about what 28 was like for you. Was it challenging, empowering, horrible, wonderful, liberating, enraging, intense, or wholly forgettable? Please indulge my curiosity and share your experience in the comments!
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Yesterday I tweeted that I was taking an abstract painting class in an effort to cure my perfectionism (more on that later!). I got a reply from a woman I didn’t know with a link to a video. At first I thought it was spam (if you use Twitter, you know that most replies from random women asking you to watch a video are not exactly wholesome propositions), but luckily for me the woman was Jennifer Gresham of Everyday Bright, and the video turned out to be a really inspiring little snippet of wisdom. If you’re a perfectionist, I highly recommend pushing play. [YouTube]
Last week, I dropped my boyfriend off at work at 6 a.m. and took a long walk through the city. I watched the sun rise over the river and pondered the meaning of life. I sipped a coffee and brainstormed some story ideas as I smiled at strangers who passed me on the nearly empty streets. When I got home, I felt so simultaneously calm and inspired that I sat down on my bed and meditated for 10 minutes even though I’m not really sure how to meditate (I always think if my spirit doesn’t levitate over my body I’m doing it wrong). “I am so living my best life right now,” I thought between deep breaths. “I’m meditating before work! Dalai Lama status!”
After I finished kinda-meditating, I felt so energized and inspired that I thought, I’m going to write a super inspiring quote on the dry erase board in my office to keep riding this wave of spiritual enlightenment! So I walked out to my car to grab a dry erase marker I’d bought a few days earlier. On my way, I literally stopped to smell a flower. I felt so happy and calm, you guys. And then I went to go back inside to finish off my perfect morning, and the door knob wouldn’t turn. In my calm, spiritually centered haze, I had locked myself out of the house, 10 minutes before work. I was wearing my high school gym shorts, a transparent tank top, and no shoes. “Shit!” I said loud enough to be heard by the impressionable children at the daycare center two houses down. I no longer felt like the Dalai Lama at all. Keep reading »