Ah, love: it’s a beautiful and complicated and wonderful and crazy thing. We could all use a lil’ help making our relationships the best they can be, and astrology can be a great tool to improve our selves and our connections with those around us. Learning more about the astrological signs of you and your partner can shed light on your most basic needs, help you figure out where you need to compromise, and even make the most of your time in the bedroom. Ready to find out how? Read on… Keep reading »
I’m not the most devout Jew. Obviously, if I were, I’d be sitting in temple right now listening to the rabbi blow a shofar until I was half-deaf. But instead, I’m here reflecting on what I’ll need to ask forgiveness for. I figure, at least attempting to self-reflect, whether I do it in a house of worship or not, is enough to keep me cool with God. Or at least to keep me cool with myself, which I personally find more important.
Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish new year, is a supposed to be a day of judgement, where you stand before God and yourself and allow an honest assessment of how you’ve behaved in the previous year to take place. From now until Yom Kippur (which falls about 10 days after Rosh Hashanah), all Jews are meant to engage in a process of repentance for the sins of the previous year. That’s just a little light Judaism lesson for you. My thought is that you don’t need to be Jewish, or a religious Jew, or believe in the concept of sin (I don’t), to take some time to reflect on your year. After the jump, what I’m atoning for. Keep reading »
I have a phobia of the phone, don’t have time to write lengthy emails, and my handwriting is so out of practice that signing my rent check each month feels like a chore, so Instant Messenger/GChat is my preferred method of communication (followed by texting, though “in-person interaction” trumps both with certain humanoids). It allows me to keep in touch with friends and do business with colleagues, while multi-tasking on everything else I like to do. When someone tells me they don’t use IM/GChat, I kind of feel like they’re from another planet and I don’t really trust them. (No offense. I mean, I still use the same AOL AIM handle I’ve had for, like, a decade, even though I’ve never had an AOL email address. So the rest of you, join me in the 1990s, please, the water is warm!)
But even those people with whom I IM/GChat on the regular manage to drive me insane sometimes. Here are four bad IM/GChat habits that makes me kind of want to block your ass. Keep reading »
At the recently opened Robot Restaurant in Kabukicho, one of Tokyo’s best-known red light districts, diners can watch bikini-clad go-go dancers perform or sit in giant, scantily-clad, custom-made female robot chairs as they enjoy their meals. I’m not sure what’s on the menu. Something that robots like to munch on, I presume. I’m picturing freeze-dried food for some reason. Bikinis and robots — a winning combination? Well, yes, if it’s a more sensual dining experience you’re in search of. [Vancouver Sun]
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I was listening to Pandora yesterday and randomly–so, so randomly–Garth Brooks’ song “Friends In Low Places” came on. From the first few notes, I was instantly transported back to my rural high school gym, line dancing in a PE uniform and hating my life. But you know what? In that moment I also felt a pang of nostalgia for my tiny Oregon high school (my graduating class had a whopping 75 people in it), and I thought about all the other strange and awful and wonderful experiences I had there. So in honor of Garth Brooks and muddy trucks and parties in the woods, here are 10 ridiculous things that happen at rural, small town high schools… Keep reading »
I went to a wedding this weekend at a beautiful farm outside of Portland. When it came time to eat, we all took our plates outside to sit at picnic tables under a small grove of trees. The sun was out, a pleasant breeze was blowing, horses were frolicking in an adjacent field, and I spent the whole time hyperventilating as a group of yellow jackets darted around the table and one of them leisurely ate my sandwich.
To answer the obvious question, no, I’m not allergic to bee stings, I’ve just harbored a phobia of bees ever since I was a kid (or maybe ever since I saw “My Girl”?) that, to my chagrin, hasn’t abated in adulthood. Here are four ridiculous things I’ve done as a result of my ridiculous fear of bees… Keep reading »
I was telling Ami about an awkward concert experience I had with a guy friend recently, and she was like, “You know, I’ve had so many awful concert mishaps, and most of them involve a guy.” Turns out everyone on the Frisky staff has had at least one concert ruined by a dude, and the stories are way too good not to share. After the jump, check out the funny, awkward, and downright horrible ways guys have ruined concerts for us, and please feel free to share your own in the comments! Keep reading »
Lace, satin and ribbons, oh my! We scoured the internet to come up with the sexiest, sultriest, sweetest pieces of plus-size lingerie, and boy, have we got some hot numbers. From waist-cinching corsets to romantic baby dolls, there’s something for every plus-size lady to feel good in. Check ‘em out above!
Tonight, the boy band One Direction will take the stage at the MTV Video Music Awards for a much-hyped performance. This fact is making me feel very old, because all the young people on the internet are freaking out about it and I’m like, “Wait, what is a One Direction?” This stands in stark contrast to my lifestyle in the ’90s, when my love for boy bands–namely the Backstreet Boys–was so intense I spent all my time talking about them, listening to them, watching their music videos, going to their concerts, writing them semi-desperate letters, making artful collages of their headshots, buying behind-the-scenes DVDs, and planning my inevitable BSB wedding. Yep, I knew–and still know–pretty much everything there is to know about the Backstreet Boys, but I know pretty much nothing about One Direction. Here are nine specific discrepancies that my 14-year-old self would be ashamed of… Keep reading »