We can always count on Barbara Walters to redneckognize greatness. On the short list of her”Most Fascinating People” of 2012 is 7-year-old Alana Thompson, better known as Honey Boo Boo. Walters called her reality show, “Here Comes Honey Boo Boo,” a loving story:
“The relationship between Alana and her mother — that’s the story, the two of them. It’s very touching … Honey Boo Boo is not an obnoxious little girl. She’s sweet and loving with her mother and loving with her sisters… And now Anna has a new baby, and the baby has [three] thumbs — but so what? It’ll make you smile.”
No mention of all the farting and burping, but we’re hoping Babs will get around to that during the sit-down interview, airing December 12 at 9:30 p.m. I suppose I should mention that other guest will include Hillary Clinton and Gabby Douglas.
But, we know who will steal the spotlight. After the jump, some imagined moments from what has the potential to be one of the most amazing Barbara Walters interviews ever. [US Weekly] Keep reading »
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 »
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 »
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 »
Fairest shmairest! Let’s get real about beauty and body image. Mirror, Mirror is a column running every other week on The Frisky. It is written by Brooklyn-based columnist, freelance writer, and bagel enthusiast, Kate Fridkis who also writes the blog Eat the Damn Cake. You can follow her on Twitter at @eatthedamncake.
I was standing in line at the Whole Foods bathroom, and I glanced over and saw myself in the mirror. I was packed in with a bunch of other women, and they were all looking glamorous because it was Columbus Circle and that is how people look there. I, of course, did not look glamorous, but when I caught sight of myself in the bathroom crowd, something cool happened. I felt this spark of pride. Like, “That one is mine.” Like when your dog is all scrappy and mutty, and you’re like, “Fuck these purebreds, my dog kicks butt.” I felt like that. And now I’ve compared myself to a dog, so we’re off to a good start. Keep reading »
People Magazine named Magic Mike star Channing Tatum as 2012’s Sexiest Man Alive on Wednesday.
Whether you agree with the mag’s decision or not – Channing beat out hotties like Ryan Gosling and Zac Efron – there’s no denying the actor is a total stud. In honor of People’s long-running tradition, we’re sharing our list of the 10 best Hollywood hunks to have won the coveted title in past years. Read more …
So a few days ago I saw this wonderful little article on The Frisky via Reddit about the surprising things that all guys do. One of my favorites was boys disclosing how they un-stick their balls from the side of their legs. It’s actually kind of disgusting and disturbing. And a wonderful reminder how unhygienic we all REALLY are. Like, I’m really gross guys. I hate to break the news to the boys, but I am a disgusting human.
Right now the leggings-as-pants I’m wearing are going on their third day of use. But I totally doused them with perfume before I put them on, so it’s not even gross, okay? Okay, so I’m going to lay it all on the line here. These are things I do more often than I’m willing to admit, and don’t play with my emotions. You totes do them too. Read more …
A survey done at through a UK dating site found the top ten breakup lines men and women use. Dating pros, I’m sure you’ve either heard these all or used them yourself. I feel the world’s longest eye roll coming on. And P.S. This is a wake-up call, we need to start coming up with some more original ways to dump each other because we suck at it. Find out what they are after the jump. For extra fun, take a shot for each line you’ve heard or used. I predict you’ll be wasted by the end of the list. Keep reading »