My neighbors have an 8-week-old pug puppy that is perhaps the cutest creature who has ever graced this Earth. Right now its head is a bit too big for its body, so as it toddles around the yard it usually tips over, and then just starts chewing on whatever is in the immediate vicinity of where its mouth landed. Oh, and its name is BELUSHI. Seriously, I can’t even handle how cute this dog is. Whenever I see it come out in the yard I just stare at it moaning like Tina from “Bob’s Burgers” until my boyfriend is like, “Seriously, you have to stop doing that.” I wouldn’t be surprised if this dog takes out a restraining order against me at some point.
My love for Belushi made me want to write something pug-related, and I was reading up about these little dogs I thought, Hey, why not a list of fun pug facts?! Because sometimes I like to pretend I write for Highlights magazine instead of The Frisky. Ready for a pug fact party? Here we go! Keep reading »
I lived in Los Angeles for seven years and owned a car. There were some really fun things about being a car owner: like blasting Power 106 while cruising down the Pacific Coast Highway with my sunroof open. Only, most of the time, I wasn’t cruising down PCH, I was stuck on the 101, in the most intense gridlock for hours, crying because I had to pee or was starving and out of emergency car snacks. If I wasn’t trapped in bumper-to-bumper traffic, I was circling Hollywood for 45 minutes looking for a legal parking spot. Not fun either. At the end of my stint as a car commuter, I wasn’t blasting anything anymore, I was listening to The Path To Tranquility: Daily Meditations CD just to keep my blood pressure down. I try to remember how bad things got with my car when I’m riding the NYC subway during rush hour, sandwiched between a smelly armpit and man carrying a pet snake in a burlap sack. But at least I can read my book! At least I’ve significantly decreased my carbon footprint! I tell myself, trying not to breathe through my mouth, ready to kill the snake with my bare hands if it so much as hisses in my general direction. Don’t tell anyone, but sometimes I miss my car. God, I can’t believe I just said that. Keep reading »
Today even the most credible celebrity gossip mags are reporting that Kim Kardashian and Kanye West did, in fact, name their baby girl North. As in North West. I’m sure they chose the name because it seemed like a clever pun, but did they actually think about the geographic region of the country their infant now shares a name with? As someone who lived in Portland for 27 years, I feel a duty to remind little North West that if she wants to live up to her name, she’ll have to adopt some Northwesty habits that might not jive with her famous family’s current lifestyle. Here are 10 examples… Keep reading »
In the movie “Singles,” -—and this sticks with Ami because she first saw it at the age of 14, so it made a big impression — Janet Livermore (played by Bridget Fonda) gives a monologue about where she thought she’d be by the age of 23. She laments:
“I’m 23. Remember how old 23 seemed when you were little? I mean, I thought people would be traveling in airlocks and I would have 5 kids. Here I am – 23 – things are, um, basically the same. I think time is running out to do something bizarre. Somewhere around 25 bizarre becomes immature.”
And where was Janet at the tender age of 23? Working in a coffee shop, having an unrequited crush on her musician neighbor without any clue as to what she wanted to do with her life. Exactly what a 23-year-old should be doing, in our opinion. Pretty much exactly what both of us were doing! Ami made note of this monologue, telling herself, Learn from Janet Livermore and don’t expect to be married with kids by the age of 23, expect to start reproducing around the age of 28 because that’s when your mom had you. Also, you’ll be a famous actress by 25, so you’ll have plenty of money to raise your kids either alone or with your husband who can be a stay-at-home-dad. Keep reading »
When my brother and his girlfriend visited Nashville last week, I couldn’t wait to take them to one of my favorite bars. We ordered some food and drinks, sat down at a table and started chatting, when suddenly the lights dimmed and a man with a microphone told everyone to choose a team name. We looked at each other with a mix of confusion and delight: apparently we had stumbled into a trivia night. We spent the next two hours answering questions about subjects ranging from insect larvae to Tim Tebow, and we lost badly (half our team was jet-lagged!). After doing trivia in multiple cities across the country, this latest experience made me realize something: every trivia night, no matter where you are, no matter how formal or casual, will attract the exact same roster of teams. They are as follows… Keep reading »
My best friend has a hot, super short haircut. Instead of spending a fortune getting it cut at the hairdresser every month, she gets an expensive haircut every six months and supplements that with $14 “cleanups” at her local barber shop. She’s invited me to join her several times by telling me how “amazing” it is. I’ve always replied with, “Not my scene.” To which she’s said, “You’re missing out.” Keep reading »
I’ve instinctually known that boys were more immature than girls since Charlie chased me around the playground with his bloody wart carcass in 2nd grade. I cried hysterically, which I guess made me immature too. But it was really gross, and warts are contagious, so I felt justified in my outburst. My traumatizing childhood anecdotes aside, a new study confirmed that men are, in fact, the more immature sex. According to the findings, men don’t come of age until they’re about 43, whereas women reach full maturity around age 32. That’s more than a decade on average, which is a bigger gap than I thought. Despite the assertion that men do eventually mature, 80 percent of the women surveyed said that they believe that men “never stop being childish.”
So how do you know if the guy you’re dealing with has hit the maturity tipping point, if you will? Researches came up with a checklist of indicators. For the record, I find many of the “signs of immaturity” to be totally charming (and do a bunch of them myself … crazy dance moves!). I’ll always have love for a man on a skateboard who laughs at his own farts. But a cartoon bedspread and pajamas? Yeah, not so much. After the jump, 30 things that supposedly make a dude immature. Keep reading »
My brother and his girlfriend are visiting me in Nashville this week, and I’m so excited (and honestly, a little nervous) to host my first real live house guests. I mean, I’ve had friends crash on my couch for a night or two at various apartments, but I’ve never really had people fly to a new city and stay with me — and for a whole week too! I’m dedicated to being the best host I can be, so I’ve been eagerly compiling bits of advice for having house guests, and polling the other Frisky ladies for their favorite hosting tips. Check out our top 10 after the jump, and feel free to add your own tips in the comments! Keep reading »
Winona was raised pseudo-Catholic and I was raised Jewish, which means we understand the feeling of guilt intimately. Mostly, we feel it all the time about pretty much everything. And we were wondering, what would be able to accomplish in life if we weren’t constantly paddling in an Olympic-sized swimming pool of guilt? Existentially speaking, we think a small amount of guilt is healthy to keep one’s moral and ethical standards in check. But the amount we wade through on a daily basis about something as stupid as the dishes in the sink is just a waste of energy. Guilt literally exhausts you, weighs you down and holds you back. It keeps you focused on the past or the future instead of the present. It keeps you in a state of anxiety instead of a state of peace. And worst of all, it makes you second guess yourself. One minute you’re feeling guilty about paying the cable bill late and the next thing you know, the guilt has shapeshifted into you thinking you are a bad person.
That’s ridiculous! Guilt, we are done with you! Goodbye, guilt. GOODBYE. Below is a list of things we’ve vowed to stop feeling guilty about RIGHT NOW. Keep reading »
When I was 13, I didn’t have the option of purchasing my Units separates on Ebay or getting the new Red Hot Chili Peppers cassette tape on iTunes or finding a way to live stream the latest NC-17 film on my laptop. If I wanted a lava lamp or a new glamour shot or an Orange Julius, I had to convince one of my parents (or one of my friends’ parents) to drop me off at the damn mall for the day. It was an event which required strategic planning and ingenuity. And one that I was concerned that young people today might miss out on. Keep reading »