It’s that time of year again. Time to reflect on the goings on of the last 12 months. And a lot of the strangest goings on were going on in the Sunshine State. Nobody’s quite figured out why yet, but Florida is the undisputed winner of WTF. Oh Florida, congrats! You are succeeding at something! Click through for a review of all the things Florida kicked ass at this year (not really).
Breakups always suck, no matter what, for both dumper and dumpee, or even if it’s mutual. But there are certain kinds of breakups that suck worse than others. That’s just true, the same way that certain ways of dying suck worse than others, in your sleep versus slowly and painfully of cancer. God, this is getting really macabre really fast. I’m sorry.
You can probably tell by my tone (and the fact that I’m listening to The Smiths) that I’ve just gone through a breakup. As some of you know, I was trying to be Switzerland, which worked for a while, and then I couldn’t remain neutral any longer. Our breakup was mutual and amicable and about as pleasant as something so unpleasant could be. I’m grateful for that. But still, BLERGH.
Here’s the thought I’m left with at the end of this relationship (to quote a Broadway song because I love Broadway musicals and I don’t care if that’s embarrassing): “It’s not where you start, it’s where you finish.” Keep reading »
I’ve been hitting yoga hard since I got back from Paris, trying rid my system of that stinky camembert, which is still probably having sex and making cheese babies in my digestive tract. And also, because I love yoga and I’ve been practicing on and off for the last 16 years. I basically need it to stay sane. I’ve noticed some changes since I started doing it years ago: all the new forms of yoga that have popped up, how it’s become so popular that they offer it at my gym, the fact that I’ve asked men I’m dating to attend a class with me and they’ve said yes. That never would have happened in 1997. Never! I mean, Lululemon didn’t even exist back then. I had to wear standard workout gear. Imagine that!
I’ll tell you what hasn’t changed about yoga in the last decade and a half: there’s always one annoying person in class who has the power to kill your buzz. For some reason, I feel like their mats always end up next to mine. WHY?
After the jump, I think I’ve identified all annoying types of yoga class goers. If you recognize yourself as one of these people, I’m sorry, but someone needed to tell you. Keep reading »
Just because it’s winter doesn’t mean you have to give up wearing skirts and dresses. Throw on a pair of wool tights and a cute skirt — like one of the 10 pleated skirts we’ve found under $50 — and you’re warm and toasty. So pick a skirt, any skirt, and get fancy for the holidays.
I haven’t publicly written about this yet, but … here goes. For quite a while there was a Poop Bandit plaguing the toilets at Frisky HQ. We share a bathroom with many other offices, so it was nearly impossible to identify the bandit without catching her in the act. We never found out who she was. She was stealth. Her Poop Banditry included dropping poopacalypses several times a day, rendering the toilet of her choosing inoperable and clogging up drains with the paper towels (NOT TOILET PAPER, BUT PAPER TOWELS) she used to wipe herself. She seems to have disappeared back from whence she came and the toilets have been fairly quiet, but we will not forget her and the poopstrosity she imposed upon all of us. Keep reading »
The bloating of Thanksgiving and the bloodshed of Black Friday are behind us, and now Christmas, Hanukkah, and New Year’s celebrations are ahead of us. It’s the most joyous time of the year, right? You’re ridiculously happy and emotionally stable right now, aren’t you? Not so much? Yeah, me neither. For one thing, we’re down to about three hours of cold, gray daylight every day. Seriously, yesterday I thought I’d pop out for a walk at the reasonable time of 3:45, but it was already so dark I would have needed one of those spelunking headlamps to safely navigate my neighborhood streets. At the risk of sounding like an emo poem I wrote in 7th grade, constant darkness outside is enough to make me feel constantly dark inside.
Whether it’s family drama, bad weather, relationship problems, financial issues, cabin fever, or some crappy combination of all of the above, a lot of people I know are having a rough time right now. How can you navigate the hyper-joyful holiday seasons when you’re not feeling so merry yourself? Well, here are 8 things to try… Keep reading »
Half the office is down with a nasty cold this week, me among them. I’ve been laid up for the past couple of days, and can’t remember what the outside world looks like (kidding! Not really). We imagine some of you are also experiencing your first or fifth cold of the season, so we’ve cataloged the 10 horrible stages of a virulent winter sickness. Share your extra stages in the comments, please. Keep reading »
Where dogs seem just happy to be fed and petted, cats lead much more complicated emotional lives. They hate passionately and love fearfully — though admittedly not often. These photos from England’s Supreme Championship Cat Show, held in Birmingham, England, this past weekend, show the whole range of complex, existential feelings these felines possess.
I arrived at the Paris airport, knowing only a handful of French words and phrases, holding a map of the city I picked up at the information desk, with the address of the place I was staying written on the first page of my otherwise blank journal. And … I had no cell phone to help me find my way.
I followed the signs with the little trains on them. Paid for my ticket with the Euros I had exchanged at the airport. Picked a Metro stop that appeared to be in the general vicinity of the apartment I was staying at and proceeded to lug my 50 pound suitcase up and down countless flights of stairs.
When I emerged from the Chatalet station with a kink in my neck and a numb right bicep, it was raining. I had no clue where I was. I was panic stricken. Keep reading »