I’ll tell you what I wasn’t hoping to see when I logged onto my computer yesterday: Scott Baio taking a bubble bath. He tweeted this picture of himself during tub time saying “Is anyone casting for a new Alfalfa? @NickelodeonTV.”
I only could have felt more uncomfortable if there were peen float and rubber duckies. Any positive feelings that remained from the “Charles in Charge” days are now gone. Charles has lost control. How do we let celebs know that there are some moments that should not be shared with the world? Whether it be bubble baths, toilet business or eyebrow waxing, these famous dudes made us want to push the untweet button. [Seriously OMG]
When a girl’s gotta go, a girl’s gotta go. I’m not sure the “PoPo” referenced in Ke$ha’s tweet earlier this week would accept that as a reasonable defense for deciding to pee in the street and tweeting the photo to all her followers. Still, I must commend her balance — popping a squat and taking a photo at the same time? Ke$ha actually does have talent! But she’s not the only celeb who has a knack for embarrassing themselves on Twitter. Let’s look at some recent celeb tweets that made us facepalm. Keep reading »
Taking a pregnancy test
isn’t glamorous. There’s the peeing part, of course, then the waiting, then the rush of emotions that comes when the pink or blue line—or plus or minus sign or whatever—pops into view. One would think women would want this to remain a private moment, like most things that take place in the bathroom should be. But that is just not the case. Many women are recording themselves taking pregnancy tests and posting the vids on YouTube. Even stranger—thousands of people are watching said videos. Slate.com has dubbed this phenomenon WombTube. Keep reading »
We were thrilled beyond words to learn that the Senate voted to repeal the military’s “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” policy, which prevented gays from openly serving in the military. The Senate voted in favor of the repeal 65 to 31, and now it will go before President Obama to be signed into law. Said Obama, “Making this change will only underscore the professionalism of our troops as the best led and best trained fighting force the world has ever known. It is time to allow gay and lesbian Americans to serve their country openly. No longer will many thousands more be asked to live a lie in order to serve the country they love.”
And now, we can take the idea of “don’t ask, don’t tell” a little less seriously. After all, there are plenty of things we think actually deserve being put into this category. Liiiike telling us about how wasted you got last night. Or the terrible sex you had with somebody else’s boyfriend. And especially talking about the explosive diarrhea you had this morning after breakfast. So, tell us: what’s on your personal “don’t ask, don’t tell” list? Keep reading »
Do you know what drives me crazy? Too much information at the inappropriate time and place. I don’t want to hear about your struggle with mental illness at my birthday party, or your bout of diarrhea while I’m working, or how you’re under federal investigation for tax evasion on our first date, or how your ex-GF had a banging body the first time I am naked in your bed. TMI! Because it just doesn’t seem to come instinctively to some people, we thought we might need to spell it out for ya. How much info is too much info? After the jump, the rules of TMI brought to you by The Frisky staff. Because we care about you. Feel free to add your own TMI rules to live by in the comments. Keep reading »
When John Mayer’s supremely ignorant Playboy interview hit the wires, I, like most people, was appalled. Not just by his idiotic racism, but by the way he spoke about his exes. I mean, the dude compared Jessica Simpson to crack! Said she was like “sexual napalm!” What a jerk! I mean, how indiscreet!
I watched Jessica Simpson tell Oprah that no, she hadn’t forgiven him for his big fat mouth and was disappointed that he’d sunk so low. I harrumphed, “You go, Jessica!” as I high-fived my TV screen.
Then I recalled how many times I’d blabbed about exes. I’ve been writing about relationships, often my own, for the past 10 years. In that time, I’ve done some serious dishing—and dissing. The truth is, most of my recountings were far less flattering than what John had to say about Jessica.
My name is Judy and I am a hypocrite. Keep reading »
I still remember the confused look on my date’s face as I self-consciously blurted out, apropos of nothing, “I’ve just lost seven pounds on Weight Watchers and I intend to lose 15 more!”
With that I stifled a burp, plunked down my pint glass and realized that we (meaning, he) had been talking about his band, not my tummy bulge. But who could blame me? Weight Watchers assigns each food a points value and you’re only allowed a certain amount each day. I’d been hoarding all of mine for our date. (Beer is three points a bottle!) I was a little woozy.
But not too woozy to note that I’d become that most embarrassing of daters — the oversharer. Keep reading »
Male blogger Craig JC over at Clutch Magazine tries to caution women against telling their best friends all the intimate details of their sexual life, saying that “we all need some type of privacy.” But while giving this advice, Craig helps to perpetuate the stereotype that all women are jealous backstabbers. Keep reading »