The end of 2012 is here and 2013 is just around the corner, so you know what that means! It’s time to make New Year’s resolutions! For the last few years, my New Year’s resolutions have basically been the same and I’ve accomplished very few of them. I still can’t do a headstand in yoga (I’m scared I am going to snap my neck and, oh yeah, I have no core strength). I still consider wine a primary food group (whatever, it’s made out of fruit). I still don’t go to the gym (although I did get a gym membership, which I didn’t use for over a year, and finally canceled). I still haven’t sold my engagement ring (meanwhile, my ex has proposed and gotten married to someone else in that period of time, so he wins). Basically, the only New Year’s resolution I’ve been somewhat successful at is that I take less cabs than I did a year ago. Go me.
Here’s the thing. I think my New Year’s resolutions have been far too lofty, especially when you consider the basic every day shit that I should probably prioritize over inverting in yoga or selling a piece of jewelry. So in 2013, I’m lowering my expectations for myself. Here are the five every day things I genuinely need to resolve to do in the next year. Keep reading »
I’m tired of making New Year’s resolutions for myself. It’s time to play God and suggest some resolutions for guys. I have your best interests at heart, fellas. Keep reading »
OK, I know this sounds less like a grown-up style resolution and more like something a mom would put on her kindergartner’s daily chore chart, so let me explain.
I write for The Frisky from my apartment in Portland, and working from home gives a person certain sartorial freedoms that you don’t get when you work in an office or in public. Yoga pants 24-7? Totally fine. No bra? No problem! Basically, if I wanted to wear my floor-length Celine Dion nightgown all day, I totally could. My boyfriend is away at work all day, and I don’t even have a cat to judge me. Keep reading »
My name is Julie, and I have a problem: I don’t know how to dress like an adult.
Maybe I should have listened when my mom warned that becoming a vegetarian at age 13 would stunt my growth. Even if she was wrong, I’m only 5 feet tall. And this has presented some “interesting” style challenges. For one, everything has to get hemmed. Another: It feels nearly impossible to look like a real, actual legitimate grownup. 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 »