To Our Beloved Frisky Readers,
As 2014 comes to a close and we prepare for the New Year ahead, we wanted to send you all a heartfelt holiday letter to share some highlights from our lives over the past year. In true Frisky form, we’re not ones to sugarcoat anything, and we hope our letter helps kick off your seasonal celebrations with a big dose of honesty — the perfect accompaniment for your milk and cookies! Here’s what went down in 2014, lady by lady… Keep reading »
We’re celebrating The Frisky’s 5th birthday this week (wooohooo!), and as part of the grand celebration we’re looking back on some of our favorite outfits, reader emails, and lessons we’ve learned from the past half-decade. For my contribution, I thought I’d condense some of our most beloved and/or underrated posts into haiku form. Read on for a little poetry action, and click the links within each haiku to read the full posts that inspired them! Keep reading »
With Amelia sweating it out in Tulum still, it’ll be a short but sweet WWWT. Things are improving slightly, weather-wise here in Ye Olde New York, so we’re cautiously bringing our spring wardrobe out of retirement. And one thing you haven’t seen in a while — and maybe won’t see again for a bit — my pale, sun-deprived legs. Click through for all the Thursday afternoon outfit madness.
You know what girls are good at? Keeping secrets. Just kidding. No, we are not. Women like to share and care, and the ladies who work for The Frisky are no exception. But what are the deep, dark secrets of The Frisky ladies? From not-so-secret sexual assignations to repeat visits to Star Trek Conventions to plastic surgery confessions, we dish all — anonymously, of course — after the jump. Keep reading »
Sad face, you guys. It seems like only this morning that Susannah told you our wonderful news –that she and I are in love and engaged to be married. Or we were — but Jesse James strikes again. This afternoon, while sipping chai lattes and holding hands at the Starbucks around the corner, Suze and I got into a little debate. It was friendly at first, but then got heated. You see, Susannah, for some reason, thinks Sandra Bullock should forgive Jesse James for being a complete tool, whereas I think she should divorce him without looking back. Y’all, our fight got so bad that they kicked us out of Starbucks! I suddenly realized that I didn’t want to spend eternity with someone who could be SO dead wrong about something so important. Also, there were “sexual issues” which I would rather not discuss at this time, but suffice it to say, Susannah needs, um, therapy. So it’s over. I need time to heal, but I should be fine by 5:30.
Anyway, thanks for celebrating our love, however short-lived it may have been. Don’t worry — Susannah and I are complete professionals. This will not affect either of our work on The Frisky — if anything, it’ll improve things, since she and I won’t need to sneak off to make out in the stairwell anymore. Keep reading »