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 »
Do you remember being 10 years old, reading or watching “Anne of Green Gables” for the first time, and trying to figure out which of the boys in your class was destined to be your Gilbert Blythe? And then experiencing your first taste of romantic disappointment upon realizing that the Teva-wearing, “Rocko’s Modern Life”-watching squirts who surrounded you were not then, and not ever, going to compare to Gilbert?
Yesterday it was announced that “Anne of Green Gables” is returning to TV, which means, more importantly, Gilbert Blythe is returning to TV. Unfortunately, having this handsome, pragmatic, handsome, affable, and handsome character return to the small screen will just serve as a reminder that no non-fiction boyfriend will ever live up to him. Because Gilbert Blythe has no faults. Oh, if only real-life men were as charmingly two-dimensional!
“Gilbert, I’m afraid I’m scandalously in love with you.” We all are, Anne. We all are. Keep reading »
I wasn’t always good at negotiating. As a writer, I was usually just delighted to be getting paid anything at all, so if I was told a freelance rate or a starting salary was standard or set in stone, I took it and I liked it, with the kind of deranged enthusiasm that you only have at the beginning — until a few years ago, when I walked into my boss’ office and quit my job. I didn’t have another full time job lined up; I quit so I could freelance full time.
Suddenly, I had to hustle. I was pitching stories sometimes multiple times a week, and negotiating a rate for each and every one. I wasn’t great at it at first—it was scary to ask for more money even when an assignment clearly called for it. But I did, again and again. Soon, I had it down—I was successfully negotiating for a higher rate more often than I wasn’t, I found a steady freelance gig I could count on for steady cash-flow, and by the end of my second year freelancing, I was raking in more than I had ever made when I had a full time job.
Anyway, so just wanted to share all my good fortune. Hope you guys are good, we should totes get together for a drink sometime, byeeeee.
Oh, wait, you wanted some advice for how you can become a better negotiator too? Sure, I’ve got that.
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