You can’t tell just by looking at me, but I live and breathe fashion. I follow all the right blogs, know all the right names, and stalk Style.com like a savant. I whittle away days on the internet amassing perfunctory “wishlists” of items I will never be able to afford, and I have forgone meals in favor of spending my money on thick issues of Vogue in languages I can’t read. I’m in deep.
Still, when you have a kind of go-to look, a uniform even, it grows into a habit that’s hard to break. I’m so comfortable in shades of black and grey, thrown together into a messy lazy-girl formula ruled by skinny jeans, oversized sweaters, and low boots, that I haven’t dared to wear anything else in, well,years. Am I just lackadaisical when it comes to dressing … or am I scared? Keep reading »
2011 had scarcely started before my life turned into a heaping pile of dog shit.
The Frisky was being sold to new owners and our jobs (and paychecks) were held in balance. My boyfriend started diddling around with some girl on the Internet, got caught, and dumped me. He asked me to move out of our apartment and I moved back into my childhood bedroom in the suburbs.
All this happened in the span of two weeks.
My life looked as bleak as the January freeze outside — which, incidentally, trapped me indoors with my parents during a blizzard for longer than should be considered legal under the Geneva Convention.
But friends, family and even strangers surprised me with their mercy in the days, weeks, and months that followed. My best friend, who lives an ocean away, called constantly. My sister drove me down to New Jersey to help me move out of my apartment. A reverend who I barely knew spent hours on the phone talking me down from ledges of broken confidence and self-hatred. Frisky readers wrote me the sweetest, most uplifting blog comments and emails that brought me to tears. Amelia let me sleep on her couch. As my life as I knew it fell apart, I saw the strength of my support system, which I hadn’t even known I had. Keep reading »
In 2012, we want to go to yoga more often, spend more time relaxing on the weekends and take a trip to somewhere tropical. Oh, and we have a few sex resolutions too — 2012 is here and we’re ready to have some fun. After the jump are 30 sex resolutions — a few of them are ours (but we’re not telling which), while the rest are from other Frisky staffers and female friends. What are your sex resolutions for the new year? Keep reading »
Happy New Year, Frisky readers! Did you have a fabulous holiday weekend? Smooch anyone special (or not special) on New Year’s Eve? Have you made your 2012 resolutions? My first resolution is to make resolutions I actually have a chance of keeping. I’ll get back to you on that. Until then, here are 14 celebs who’ve made big promises for 2012… (And check out celeb resolutions for 2011 after the jump — did they keep their word?) Keep reading »
Most people greet the start of the New Year with a vow to get in shape … Every. Year. And every year the gym is crowded with “resolutionaries” who show up, sweat all over everything for a few weeks, and then are never seen again.
The best way to avoid that is to figure out what usually stands in your way. What is the obstacle getting in the way of your success? And then — here’s the hard part — figure out a plan to work around it. One (or more) of these tips ought to help you get started.
You haven’t stopped reading, have you? You can do this! Here’s to a healthier you in 2012. Read more…