Over the past few years, I’ve traveled quite a bit and been pretty lucky when it comes to airplane seatmates. I’ve been fortunate enough to sit next to friendly, polite, interesting people who respect my personal space but will happily tell me thrilling tales about their childhood spent in a religious cult when prompted. That all changed this weekend, when, over the course of four short flights, I encountered a morning talker, an excessive ball scratcher, a sulfurous human gas machine, and a man who was smugly eating heaping bites of slimy homemade coleslaw out of a plastic bag. This is ridiculous, I thought, there should be laws against smug coleslaw crunching on airplanes! Since we managed to outlaw smoking on planes, here are some of the in-flight infractions that should be next… Keep reading »
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Hello, there. Full disclosure. This post is a thinly veiled excuse for me to complain about my really bad morning. I could have used an open letter format. Had I, it might have been titled “An Open Letter To The Broken Refrigerator That Ruined My Morning.” I would have ranted about my broken refrigerator and all the rotten food I had to discard. And how the delivery men destroyed my apartment getting the new fridge in/old fridge out. And how my landlord stopped by in the middle of the fridge chaos to tell me that I might have a gas leak and that he is raising the rent (all in the same sentence, mind you). I might have gone on to complain about how I spent a good portion of the morning cleaning melt-y, frozen, chicken juice off my hopelessly outdated linoleum floor.
But then I thought about how Jessica got barfed on while riding the subway yesterday and how comparatively, her morning mishap was worse than mine. And then I thought about all of you out there who’ve also probably had really unfortunate stuff happen to you in the morning and how you might feel better if we could all commiserate about it together. And then I determined that a listicle of awful morning shit was in order. For all of our cathartic pleasures, find below, a compilation of crap that will absolutely obliterate your morning (based on things that have really happened to us). Keep reading »
As you may have heard, eight Olympic badminton players were recently disqualified from the women’s doubles competition for “not using one’s best efforts to win.” Apparently the real issue is that they were throwing matches to manipulate the tournament match-ups, but when I first read the headlines, I have to admit I was totally taken with the idea of being able to charge someone with the formal offense of “not trying.” I asked the rest of The Frisky staff who else we’d like to put on blast for “not using their best efforts.” Check out our list of underachievers after the jump, and feel free to add your own in the comments! Keep reading »
So, the other day, this “cucumber sub” popped up on my Pinterest page labeled as the “perfect low carb sandwich” and it made me, like, raging mad. My inner monologue went something like this (in Chris Rock’s voice): “That ain’t no motherfuckin’ sandwich!” I sent the link to Amelia who immediately shared my anger and responded with, “COME THE FUCK ON.” Soon Ami chimed in that she had similar food rage issues with Kraft Singles, and an Angry Foods slideshow was born. Click through to see 14 other edibles that make us mad…
Living in Portland means I get invited to go hiking, like, every other day. I used to accept these invitations and trudge up various mountain trails with feigned enthusiasm. It wasn’t until last week that I finally decided to accept the fact that I spend much of my day-to-day life figuring out how to avoid walking up hills and therefore find no joy in hiking. Letting go of my faux love for this activity was surprisingly liberating, so I asked the rest of the Frisky staff about the random things they’ve stopped pretending to like. Check out our list after the jump, and please add your own in the comments! Keep reading »
Dear Woman With The Rolling Suitcase Who Stole My Cab This Morning,
Did you think I wouldn’t notice? That I wouldn’t see you roll past me, stop no more than eight feet in front of me, and raise your arm just like mine had been raised for 15 minutes? Did you think I was so involved in my text conversation with my friend Steve — about whether it’s possible/weird to poop with a baby in a Bjorn strapped to your chest — that I wouldn’t see you blatantly invading my taxi territory? I can think of no other explanation for the lack of subtlety you displayed in defying the laws of cab hailing. Keep reading »
I understand that it’s not “normal” to be revolted by mayonnaise. But that didn’t stop me from groaning when I watched my roommate glop a spoonful into a bowl of tuna. God, I really don’t like tuna either. Rationally, I know that tuna with mayo is something that people eat, but I don’t want anything to do with it. My aversion to mayonnaise began when I worked at a coffee shop in high school. One of my duties as barista/sandwich maker was to “flip the deli.” That meant mixing all the fixings, which included a giant vat of mayonnaise that had been coagulating for hours. Did you know that it starts to get a brown crust on top when it’s “tired”? Argh! I can’t go on. My point being that all of us have strange repulsions. Click through to see what disturbs the other Frisky staffers.
A couple weeks ago, Amelia wrote about five of her random pet peeves, from elevator button abusers to people who groan in yoga class. Today, I’d like to focus on my shopping pet peeves — the little things that can turn a routine shopping trip into an exercise in exasperation. I’d love to hear yours too, so please share them in the comments! Keep reading »
I think of myself as a fairly laid-back person — usually it takes a lot to really irritate me. (Maybe it’s because I grew up in California and all the secondhand pot smoke has made me permanently mellow, or something?) That said, there are a few things that really chap my ass that I find kind of fun to bitch about. After the jump, five relatively minor things that bug the crap out of me — share your peculiar irritations in the comments! It’s Friday — let’s purge! Keep reading »
One of the more difficult parts of being single is having to field comments and questions from friends and family members who are inexplicably invested in your dating life. One innocuous question in particular can be hurtful, no matter how well-intentioned.
A friend recently vented to me about her personal pet peeve: she hates when she tells a friend about a really great encounter with a guy, and the person responds with “So, when are you seeing him again?” Keep reading »