So apparently Wal-Mart’s generic brand version of “I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter!” is called “Wow! I Totally Thought It Was ‘Butter’” (note the quotes around “butter,” just in case you still weren’t clear that this product is NOT ACTUALLY BUTTER). Inspired by all these creative monikers for margarine, we came up with a few more ridiculously buttery titles of our own. Check ‘em out, after the jump… [Boing Boing] Keep reading »
I spent the last week in Maui soaking up the sun with my best friend and it was fabulous. We ate macadamia nut pancakes, watched seven sunsets, and floated for hours. The best part? Our hotel was near a sea turtle habitat, so we got to go snorkeling at a place called Turtle Cove, and we watched a group of 15 turtles swimming in the surf every day. It wasn’t long before these fascinating creatures became my secondary spirit animal (Celine Dion is always #1). Here are five life lessons I learned from sea turtles… Keep reading »
According to a study done by “The Today Show” and Match.com, one in three single people would give up sex for a year before they would forgo their favorite food. OK, I can kind of understand that. Salted dark chocolate! But here’s the really depressing part. While many of the 4,000 singles polled mentioned steak or chocolate (I concur) as a foods worth sacrificing sex for, there were a slew of sad ass singles who said they would give up sex for SALAD. SALAD. I said SALAD. Unacceptable. Salad is great and all. It’s healthy and satisfying and I eat it almost every day for lunch. But even the most delicious salad in the history of the world does not trump humping. I conducted my own informal poll of ladies here at The Frisky office. After the jump, the things we would actually choose over a year of sex. Hint: NOT SALAD. Keep reading »
This July 4th, celebrate our nation’s birth not just by watching fireworks, but by setting off some of your own. Don’t just eat BBQ, play hide the sausage. OK, these double entendres are played out. We know it. We’ ll just come right out and say it: Whatever your plans may be this holiday, assert your (sexual) Independence by making time for a good ‘ol outdoor romp. The holiday requires it. Just don’t get caught. Unless you’re into that kind of thing. After the jump, our suggestions … Keep reading »
The rest of the world seems pretty happy about the fact that Katie Holmes has filed for divorce from Tom Cruise. The Telegraph titled their article on the split “Marriage Impossible?” Meanwhile, Amelia wrote, “Well, her contract must be up. Five years after they tied the knot in Italy, Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes are splitting.” Sherri Reed of The Stir took things a big step farther, writing, “Thank God, Katie Holmes has finally escaped that sham of a marriage … Run Katie run! Suri, take off your heels and run with her!”
So I know that I am in the minority in actually feel pretty bummed about this parting. Yes, Scientology freaks me out and I very much dislike the idea of religion where you buy your way in. But still, these two really did seem in love. And it’s always sad to see that end, no matter what.
After the jump, nine reasons I’m sad that Katie and Tom are no more. Keep reading »
This weekend, I went to the T-Mobile store to upgrade my smart phone to a smarter phone (nope, still don’t have an iPhone, whatever, shut up). I hadn’t gotten a new phone for awhile, so when the T-Mobile guy came over to help me, I asked if I was eligible for an upgrade. He stared back at me incredulously and said, “Upgrade? What are you talking about?” I repeated my question, explaining that in the past my plan had included a discounted or free phone every year or so. “I don’t understand,” he said. “Upgrade? What does that mean?” We went back and forth about the meaning of the word “upgrade” for a couple minutes, before he finally sighed dramatically and said, “Look, you just pick the phone you want and pay for it. There’s no such thing as an upgrade.” Awkward, right? But wait, that’s not the only cringeworthy moment I’ve had with my cell phone providers over the years. Check out four more, after the jump… Keep reading »
Fan BingBing is a major star in her native China, where she’s managed to eek out a dual career as both a film star and a pop singer. That means you can find her on multiple red carpets in a month, wearing multiple gorgeous and effervescent gowns.
This month, BingBing’s been granted a profile in Vanity Fair — a sign that her fame is in no way on the wane. In it, she admits to never leaving the house sans fards and having a particular penchant for red lipstick. Us too, lady, us too.
When she was a child, she fell in love with clothes — her mother owned a boutique. And it’s evident in the sartorial choices she makes these days. Check them out after the jump.
This summer, my younger brother is getting married. (I would like, before going any further with this subject, to state in no uncertain terms that I very much like the young lass he’s chosen for his bride.) When he got engaged, I immediately started working on my plan for what I’d do if I were still single when his big day came; as it happens, the Single Older Sister at the Younger Sibling’s Wedding is a rather frequent occurrence.
Here at The Frisky, we adore summer. There’s something about the sunshine, long days, and breezy nights that makes us feel like anything is possible. Now’s the time to take chances, try new things, and live life to the fullest. To get the season started off right, we’ve compiled a list of 50 things to do, try, see, and eat to make this summer one to remember. Share it with your friends. Print it out for easy reference. And check back in the fall and let us know how you did. Here’s to a Frisky summer! Keep reading »
Hello. I am her: The woman with the grossest personal hygiene habits in the world. You wouldn’t know it if you saw me walking down the street. Because I’m dangerous like that. I blend. I look like most of you rational, well-mannered humans: I shower, I smell okay, I do my hair and makeup, I sport the skinny jean. But behind this façade is a dark, disgusting reality, one I’ve chronicled after the jump. Should you make it to the end and wonder, “How did she end up this way?” the answer is, “Who knows?” Don’t torture yourself thinking about it. Just rejoice in this fact: You’re not me. Keep reading »