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.
As luck would have it, I no longer need this plan – but here it is; I can only hope will provide you with the littlest bit of entertainment/assistance, should you need it. Keep reading »
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 »
My boyfriend Nick is an old man trapped in a 26-year-old’s body. He’s usually in his pajama pants by 7:30 p.m., it’s not uncommon for him to use the phrase “Why is everyone in such a hurry?” while driving, and his knowledge of pop culture is mostly limited to the “House Party” trilogy. This is why I was shocked when “Call Me Maybe,” the ridiculously catchy song by Carly Rae Jepsen, came on the radio the other day and Nick started listing off some interesting facts about the song and its singer. Too bad none of them were even close to being true. I have no idea where he gets his information, but in any case, here are five things my boyfriend genuinely believes to be true about Carly Rae Jepsen… Keep reading »
Summer is finally here, and so are the ubiquitous crash diet plans and pressure to get a “bikini body,” whatever that means. Here’s an idea: how about we stop trying to change our bodies and start celebrating them instead? To get started, check out these 10 fun, easy ways to show your body some love over the next few months… Keep reading »
This past weekend, Amelia and I, plus 15 of our friends, went tubing down the Delaware River. Tubing is about my favorite thing in the world. I consider it the best “sport” for lazy people because you can be outside and on the water, but you don’t actually have to do much. And as Amelia and I found out, you can learn a lot from tubing, the river, and hanging with friends in your skivvies.
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When the ASME (American Society of Magazine Editors) awards for magazine journalism were listed online, the blogopshere took a quick whiff and reported back with the precise recipe for becoming award-winning journalist: Oh, testosterone. No women were nominated in profiles, features, reporting, essays or columns– the most prestigious categories.
What this sparked was a discussion about the gender byline gap and how the award-winning magazines like The New Yorker and Harpers don’t publish as many stories by women because they don’t pitch them. People pointed out that often, women stick to the “pink ghetto” of women’s magazines (and websites) and write about “pink” topics that are, apparently, undeserving of acclaim.
I am here to reclaim the term, “pink journalism.” I happen to love stories about women, relationships, sexuality, lifestyle, reproductive health, personal essays — all of which are considered “pink”and, I think, wildly important. That said, after the jump are some of the best “pink” pieces I’ve read recently, with comments from some of my favorite ‘”pink” writers. This is in no way a complete list, just a few favorites. And feel free to add your recommendations in the commets. Keep reading »
Whenever Father’s Day rolls around I’m reminded, once again, that I don’t have a “typical” dad. He doesn’t own a tie. He’s never worked in an office. As far as I know he’s never touched a golf club (except maybe to use it as a weapon?). My dad, in a nutshell, is weird. He spent his career taking care of research monkeys. He spent his spare time turning our house into a fortress and collecting skulls. With the exception of guinea pigs, he likes animals way more than he likes people (that’s him in the picture, holding a water moccasin he caught in a Florida swamp). And guess what? He’s the best dad I could ever ask for. Here’s why… Keep reading »