A new, anonymous confessional app called ‘Secret’ is picking up steam in the social world, and I’m not sure how I feel about it.
Here’s how it works: Users who download ‘Secret’ can upload images or plain backgrounds with text overlays sharing personal confessions or “secrets.” The app connects to your phone’s contacts and anonymously shares your secret with “your circle,” which includes your direct contacts or friends of friends who also have the app. If a “secret” is posted by someone more than 3 degrees away, it’s marked with a location stamp. Keep reading »
Let’s be honest… that awkward moment when we find out our ex is dating someone new is usually pretty unpleasant. And for some, it triggers an immediate response in the brain, causing us to stop thinking completely and walk over to the computer to Google the new guy or girl who took our place. And then, kind of like my addiction to potato chips (it has to be a real thing), some people are unable to stop stalking, becoming obsessed with their “replacements.” Before you know it, you’ve created a fake profile on Facebook so you can “friend” him or her inconspicuously, while learning everything about them, including their constant need to post selfies of food and how often they groom their pet Chow-Chow, Beanie. Keep reading »
Just when you thought your friends were oversharing on Facebook and Twitter, someone else comes along and puts them to shame in the TMI department.
Exhibit A: New mom, Ruth Iorio.
In case you haven’t heard, Ruth decided to liveblog her home birth, giving her followers (and the world) a play-by-play of her birthing experience. As totally grossed out as I am by the Facebook photos of Ruth’s bloody bathtub and details about how her “asshole aches,” I find myself intrigued, and unable to look away … kind of like a bad car accident that you can’t stop staring at. Meanwhile, Amelia thinks it’s all awesome and educational and, yeah, sure, a bit scary. Keep reading »
I don’t know about you, but 2013 was The Year of My Flourishing Girl Crushes.
First, I fell even more in love with Jennifer Lawrence, whose quirky, witty sense of humor and righteous self-confidence, on top of her kickass performance in “Catching Fire,” left me almost certain she is my spirit animal and sister from another mister.
And then, Beyoncé, who I didn’t think could get any cooler, went and dropped a secret album that I’ve been listening to on repeat since last week. And don’t even get me started on the pure, raw sexiness that just oozes from her new music videos. Just another reason I stand firm in my belief that BeyonSanta should be a thing. Keep reading »
Last week, I was talking to one of my best guy friends about our various relationship dilemmas when he assured me, “It’s okay, Kate. All of this nonsense will be over once we turn 29, which is rapidly approaching.”
He was referring to our marriage pact: an agreement we made when we were 18 that if we weren’t married by the time we were 29, we would get hitched. Keep reading »
With Thanksgivukkah quickly approaching, it’s time we put the turkey and menorah talk aside for a moment to focus on something super important: your sexytime situation.
For those of you who are coupled up, the holidays often mean traveling with your significant other, either to visit your family or theirs, to enjoy the festivities together. A Thanksgiving-inspired post from our very own Jessica on How To Share A Bed With Your BF At The Parents’ House Without Epic Awkwardness got me thinking: how many people would actually do the hanky-panky at another’s house over the holidays? Keep reading »
Yesterday, our very own Amelia wrote an article about her inability to orgasm from almost all of her sexual partners—with the exception of one. However, despite the fact that she’s frequently unable to reach the big “O” when partnered, she still finds sex satisfying.
But what if that partner were someone you wanted to marry? Could you tie the knot knowing he/she couldn’t get you off … and might never be able to? Keep reading »
Don’t expect to get a hold of me any Sunday night from now until the end of the year, because I’ll be watching “Masters of Sex,” and your girl doesn’t like to be interrupted.
Ever since my roommate coerced the cable company to give us free Showtime for a year because our cable box was shorting out, I’ve been spending every spare minute getting caught up on “Masters of Sex,” a drama about the science of human sexuality and the researchers who helped spark the sexual revolution. It’s so goooood.
It was Masters and Johnson who paved the way for sites like The Frisky to be able to talk openly about sex, eliminating at least some of the stigma and taboo. They clocked tons of hours watching people masturbate, fornicate and reach orgasm while they were recorded and hooked up to heart monitors and electrodes — all for the benefit of science (and of course, some extra money). Keep reading »
This morning, I happened to stumble upon a CNN photo gallery of children partaking in a MMA fight … in a cage. Participants as young as age five are allowed to compete in the Thunderdome, where “they punch, kick, tackle and choke each other,” with their hands and feet.
I asked myself, “How many parents would actually let their kids do this?” The answer: a lot. Keep reading »