Look at you! You’re so hot! You have great shoulders/legs/boobs and you should show ‘em off. We’ve found dresses that flatter every friggin’ shape, no matter whether you think you’ve got a bangin’ behind or a super jacked and strong arms. Because why not show off your best self when you’re out on the town? Keep reading »
If you’re anything like us, you find it nearly impossible to leave work, come home and go back out again. Once we get in the vicinity of our couches, the idea of leaving the house to do anything — even the most fun thing — seems unlikely. Which is why it’s imperative that we find outfits that can seamlessly take us from day to evening — without requiring a stop off at home (the social life kiss of death). Check out three day-to-night outfit ideas, after the jump! Keep reading »
First dates can be great, but you’ve gotta make sure you’re in the right headspace, and armed with the right style tools, to make the most of ‘em. Never fear: the Frisky Life Coach team has everything you need to totally ace a first date, and have a great time doing it. Remember, this stuff is supposed to be fun, right?
That’s why we’ve thought of everything — from hair, to makeup, to what to wear and how to psyche yourself up to hang out with someone new. (Plus, how to gracefully escape if your date is a walking, talking No Fun Zone.) Click on through for our helpful guide.
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When you’re in college, it’s easy to forget that it’s not perfectly acceptable to wear your pajamas everywhere. People are doing it, so it must be okay, right?
Wrong. So, so, wrong.
You’re a semi-adult. Get your life together and put on a regular pair of pants, with an actual waist. College classes do count as “out in public.”
Case in point: For the love of “Dawson’s Creek,” don’t go to class in the clothes you wore last night. They’re going to smell like smoke, booze or (likely) something worse. Not a good look. So choose something like, say, this TSL Tahari dress ($67), not the faux leather dress you wore to the club last night.
Click onward for seven more fashion rules to follow when you’re headed to class…
You hate the way the dude or lady you’re seeing dresses. Why the orange tie with the brown shirt and the “wacky” jacket? Why the blue pants with a purple-striped windbreaker? Why so much glitter? What do you do? Well, I’d first advise you do nothing. As in, keep your mouth shut and just enjoy them for their other sparkling qualities: their smile, their wit, the way they sex you all night long. But if you are unable to let their ugly T-shirt collection go, well, let me give you some advice.
I am lucky, because my boyfriend is a hair model. Just kidding! I’m lucky, because my boyfriend works for a major men’s clothing brand and is always dressed like he just came from a 1920s garden party (which okay, is a little weird). But I’ve dated plenty of dudes whose entire wardrobes should have been fire-bombed. Like, for real.
There’s a right and a wrong way to go about trying to tweak your partner’s style. Again, I’d advise that you use kid gloves when it comes to this stuff because even the dude you think puts zero thought into his jorts and Dr. Who shirt ensemble can get mighty upset when his aesthetics are questioned. But if you must…
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I was never much of a raver. I was too busy getting moody and sullen with my punk music and my whiny indie rock to ever delve too deeply into the rave scene. But even I couldn’t escape the rave fashion of the ’90s; I once bought a horrible synthetic fabric maxi skirt from Philly’s resident tacky rave wear shop, Agent Aloha. The image of women in ’90s rave culture, was curious: Women were somewhat sexualized––the standard outfit was oversized, crazy-big pants paired with a baby T and sneakers––but also infantilized, particularly within the candy raver scene, where sucking on pacifiers was de riguer. So I guess … sexy babies? Ecstasy was the drug of choice back then. I did it once and had a great time, but then woke up the next day feeling like I was going to die. I didn’t die (obvs), but I did realize that people who have weird serotonin issues probably shouldn’t fuck around with MDMA.
In any case. Keep reading »