Summer dating can be really romantic. Get a beer outdoors! Wear that sexy sundress! Show off your tan! It’s all fun and games until someone starts to sweat. And it will probably be you. At least in winter the worst you can do is shiver uncontrollably or slip on a patch of ice. I have done both and they have only served to make me more adorable to my dates. Sweating is not adorable in any way, shape, form. No man has ever complimented me on my shiny face, where my sweat tends to concentrate its attention. It’s gross. It’s the thing I dread happening most on a date. But when temperatures and humidity sky rocket, it’s inevitable. After the jump, some ways to combat your sweatiness on summer dates. Keep reading »
I don’t discriminate against men of any kind. I’ve dated the disabled, the bald, the fat, the moobed—you name it, I’ve let it into my bed. Imperfections only make a dude more relatable in my eyes. All of us have “flaws” — from foot nipples to cellulite — and it would be cruel to fault another human being for his. I secretly delight in finding out that a gorgeous man is is not as perfect as he appears.
Like yesterday, when we discovered that actor Jesse Metcalfe has been concealing a furtive pair of moobs. I forgive you, Jesse. In fact, I find you hotter now. [ONTD] Keep reading »
I am aware that it is common practice in some households to kiss other family members on the lips. These are likely the same families that feel comfortable walking around the house naked. No judgement of these very, uh, open people, but I am of the opinion that this is creepy. And that holds true if the family members happen to be famous. Click through to see some awkward moments of famous family members caught locking lips. Warning: prepare to feel uncomfortable. Unless you are fine with this kind of thing in which case, enjoy.
It’s hard for me to process the fact that, tonight at 9 p.m., one of my favorite television shows will be coming to an end. “Friday Night Lights” has been brilliant since minute one and, five seasons later, it has remained a joy to watch. The norm for a high school show is for it to move at a rapid clip, with oodles of plotlines being thrown out and resolved each episode. But, in part because of the show’s focus on the Taylor family, “Friday Night Lights” has always unfolded slowly, taking time to build both its plots and characters. A single plot could linger for an entire season. See: Julie’s affair with her married TA and the return of Vince’s convict dad.
After tonight’s finale, “FNL” will be going off the air, only to be seen only in syndication on ESPN. And it’s shocking to me how little fanfare this fact has gotten. I mean, I know it’s awkward since many people have seen already finale (it aired earlier this year on DirecTV and also, the season five DVD is already out) but still, people, this is it! I’m glad other bloggers are having as hard a time with this as I am. Over at The Awl, Sarah Blackwood says a teary goodbye to the show and at Survey Monkey, fans are rating everything from the show’s hottest characters to its best bromance. But my favorite piece I’ve seen so far is at Grantland, where Robert Mays has compiled an oral history of “FNL.” After the jump, 10 facts I learned from it. Keep reading »
There’s no eloquent way to talk about bush, or for those of you who prefer to be anatomically correct, pubic hair. But some terms for ladies’ pubic regions are far more inappropriate than others. For example, a certain Frisky employee who shall remained unnamed, referred to her own bush as a “fur pie.” As in, “I am off to get my fur pie waxed.” I had never heard the term before and I hope never to hear it again. After the jump, a list of unapproved names for a woman’s bush. Keep reading »
I saw “Transformers: Dark of the Moon” over the weekend. In 3-D. And I am so not into action movies. Now to be fair, my boyfriend had already bought tickets to “Horrible Bosses” for us, but I found myself wanting to please him since I knew he would much rather watch the Decepticons than Colin Farrell. I called him and suggested we see “Transformers” instead. Well, he jumped on it, returned the original tickets and immediately reserved our seats. “Babe, it’s going to sell out. We have to get there early!” he said, so excited.
Oh, the things we do for love. And lust. And infatuation. (And perhaps desperation, too). Have you ever found yourself doing things you said you would never do for a boyfriend, or a guy you’re dating, or even just a guy you want to date? I posed this question to the rest of The Frisky staff. So, take a moment and stop folding skidmark-stained undies and check out these 22 things we thought we would never do for a man—until we did. Keep reading »