Consider me awed and humbled by the discovery of my Facebook “Other” folder. How did I not know about this!? This morning, Julie informed me that in your Facebook messages inbox there exists an “Other” folder. It’s like the Bermuda Triangle of Facebook messages. Invites, messages from non-friends and other virtual detritus all get sucked in there and disappear. Winona refers to it as “a second chance at life.” I concur. Well, obviously I had to scroll through all 99 unread messages RIGHT AWAY and see what I’d missed in the last three years. Holy shit! Consider my ego sufficiently stroked and my faith in life renewed. After the jump, the treasures I found in my “Other” folder. Keep reading »
Dear Ryan Gosling,
I know that it’s usually Amelia who writes you letters, but this week it’s my turn, because of some major news that just emerged: apparently you tried to join the Backstreet Boys way back when they first made it big, but BSB bad boy AJ McLean (aka the #1 love of my life) didn’t return your calls. I bet that stung. I’m sorry. But guess what, Ry Ry? AJ never meant to blow you off! He just lost your phone number! Duh, bad boys are notorious for losing their address books! And now he has officially invited you to join the Backstreet Boys.
Do you understand what this means? Amelia’s well-documented celebrity obsession is you. My well-documented celebrity obsession is AJ McLean. When this news broke, it was like our spank banks merged and became the Goldman Sachs of sexual fantasies. Are you considering AJ’s offer? You should. Here are eight reasons why… Keep reading »
Waiting tables is a tough gig. You have to mentally balance the requests and demands of countless customers at once. You have to physically balance plates of steaming hot food. You have to be on your feet for hours at a time with no breaks. You have to serve people like my great aunt, who have no qualms calling you “the help” to your face. I thought it would be interesting to see what servers had to say about the crazy world of working at a restaurant, so I asked a bunch of them one question: “What would you like to say to every customer who sits down at one of your tables?” I got responses from the people who serve your food at national chain restaurants, quiet cafes, and everything in between. Here are their answers, in their own words….
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It’s true what they say: women always be shopping. I can be home sick, in bed late at night, with 7,000 things to do, and I will still have one browser window open to eBay or ASOS. As such, I know a thing or two about shopping and how to do it. And so does the rest of The Frisky staff. That’s why we’ve culled together this list of 28 tips that will help you get the best stuff at the best prices — and not just cool stuff, but items you’ll actually wear. So take a look at our tips, and share your own in the comments. Keep reading »
A few months back, I had a horrifying experience at an Apple Genius Bar. My computer died while I was in the midst of the some important business, and try as I might, I couldn’t bring it back to life. Regarding the “important business,” it was this: Engagement rings. My boyfriend and I had been in the beginning stages of the engagement conversation; we’d started the process of looking at rings. On this particular night, we’d been looking on a website. Eventually, my boyfriend got tired and went to sleep. But I stayed up for a while. I stayed up looking at rings.
Here, it bears mention that my current screen saver shows both my father and my younger brother at my younger brother’s wedding. So, my boyfriend was asleep, and I was looking at rings against the backdrop of my newly married brother. And then my computer went kaput. Immediately, I scheduled a Genius appointment for the following morning. When I went in, the helpful young Genius had it working again in a matter of minutes. He did one thing and then another, and then my computer came back to life. And when it did, the visuals flashed in this order: SCREENSAVER OF BROTHER AT WEDDING! FIVE DIFFERENT ENGAGEMENT RING WEBSITES! Keep reading »
Judging from the excitement surrounding the third season of “Portlandia” and all the emails in my inbox from readers who want to know more about visiting the city, Portland is having another moment (our really big moment happened back in the early 00s when The New York Times realized that not only did Portland exist, but the people here have beards and eat artisanal cheeses–it’s like a trend piece wet dream!).
When I asked my Portland friends for recommendations of things to do in this weird, wonderful city, their suggestions ranged from “Streak across the Steel Bridge” to “Drop out of graphic design school” to “Occupy something,” so obviously the Portland experience is tough to encompass in a single list (or even a single trip), but I’m going to try to focus on 10 activities that will guarantee a fun, fulfilling trip. Oh, and maybe finally convince my NYC-based Frisky coworkers to come visit me… Keep reading »
Nobody wants to have a run-in with a psychopath. Whether it be in walking down a dark alley or in the work place. As far as the dark alley goes … avoid, avoid, avoid. On all other fronts, there are some psychopath red flags, which you can read up on all over the interwebs — narcissistic, pathological liar, charming, no empathy, will destroy your life. You know that type. Avoid, avoid, avoid.
If you’re still not sure if that Jekyll and Hyde you’re interfacing with is a psycho, you may want to consider their job. In Kevin Dutton’s recently published book, The Wisdom of Psychopaths: What Saints, Spies, And Serial Killers Can Teach Us About Success, he shares what occupations are most likely and least likely to attract the psychos we’re so keen to avoid. Find out what they are after the jump. [Media Bistro] Keep reading »
I’m weird. I’m very weird. I’m proud of how weird I am. You’re probably weird, too. I think everyone is weird in their own unique way. Like snowflakes. When I found out that there was a BellyButton app for my iPhone, my first reaction was, “I want it.” It does nothing but show pictures of belly buttons. That’s it. The iTunes store review of it says, “Pointless, bizarre, and strangely amusing.” That’s really all I’m looking for in an app. In life, really.
If belly buttons aren’t your thing, there’s a whole world of bizarre apps to entertain oddballs like you and me. I found a whole bunch of them just for us.
I’m not big on the whole New Year’s resolution thing, but I do make a point to clean house every January. This year, my house is single. So, while I’m hiatusing, I am giving my outlook on singledom a scrub down. That means I am getting into every nook and cranny of negativity and trying to approach love from a place of abundance rather than a place of scarcity. In simple terms: I am putting the kibosh on single, self-flagellation. Starting with those played out lines I hear myself, and some of my friends saying. We don’t have to push ourselves to be coupled, but goddammit, at the very least, let’s push ourselves to stop being so cliche. Keep reading »
I knew “Downton Abbey” was more than a period soap opera the moment we discovered Thomas was having an affair with the Duke of Crowborough. Scandalous! Of course, it all fell apart when Thomas tried to blackmail the Duke with their love letters. Bad move, Thomas. “Downton Abbey” may take place in the early 1900′s, but the Lords, Ladies and their staff have a lot to teach us about amorous matters. Indeed they do. In honor of tonight’s season three premiere of “Downton Abbey,” here are nine sex lessons we’ve learned from both those upstairs and those downstairs… Keep reading »