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 »
Theoretically, winning the lottery should be a wonderful thing. Who wouldn’t want $100 million in their pocket right now? But time and time again it’s been proven that all those millies can ruin even the best-intentioned, most giving, God-loving folk. And also the ones who blow their jackpot on cocaine and prostitutes. And everyone else between. Here are ten incredibly sad, more-tragic-than-Shakespeare stories where people went from gutter to glory to gutter again. Many of them went on to say (if they even survived to tell the tale), “I wish I never would have won.” Which means you there, dear reader, are one lucky sonofabitch for losing the Lottery.
Dan Savage suggests fucking before dinner. And yeah, that’s probably the best policy when it comes to huge holiday meals like Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner. But if you can’t make that happen for whatever reason (and there are plenty of reasons, like FAMILY STRESS), you might find yourself in an emotional place where you need to seek solace in the comfort of sex after the biggest meal of your life. If that’s the place you find yourself in, or if holidays just make you horny, there are ways to work around that five-pound food baby in your stomach. Some tips for post-huge dinner sex after the jump. Keep reading »
No, I have not read the Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy and I don’t plan to. Maybe I’ll read it like 50 years from now when I’m nursing-home bound and desperate for some entertainment. But right now, the universe is so saturated with everything Fifty Shades that I refuse. What can I say, I tend to rebel against trends. I’ve been that way since pre-school when all the girls said their favorite color was pink, so, I said mine was purple because I was annoyed by the conformity. But this is not about me. This is about Fifty Shades of Grey and how I suspect it’s ruining the world.
This week, my worst fears were confirmed when a British couple cited “unreasonable differences” over Fifty Shades of Grey as a cause for their divorce. Stated simply: they are divorcing because of a poorly-penned book. I rest my case.
But if you need more evidence, please click through and see how E.L. James’ “Twilight” fan-fiction- turned-BDSM-erotica-novel is destroying lives.
Between Hurricane Sandy and the election, I would classify the last two weeks as a time of extreme stress. Nothing I won’t be able to bounce back from, but I’ve had a few sleepless nights and a perma-knot in my stomach. Some of you have voiced your opinions in the comments, wondering how TheFrisky can write about Channing Tatum being the sexiest man alive or whatever, when there are things with so much more gravitas to going on.
I really thought about the answer to that question and I would like to respond. As a blogger here at The Frisky, and in my personal life, my goal every day is to carve out as many little pockets of meaning as I can. That may include tackling the existential crisis that arose when I was trapped in my apartment for days, or more WTF stuff, like that toddler who sucked a used condom on a playground, or the silly stuff, like the things on the Food Network that Winona and I find arousing. Ganache! Keep reading »
Post-Hurricane Sandy, I was lucky to have electricity, heat, water and plenty of food. Only issue: Without a car, and no running subways, I was stranded in my outer borough neighborhood for many days. Besides the local yoga studio, the only other place to go was the big drugstore on the corner, which, as you may imagine, was completely ravaged after the storm. The only aisle that was fully stocked was the “as seen on TV” aisle (pictured above). I had never noticed it before. I was like WAIT! OMFG! I can buy these things without having to call an 800 number? I haven’t had a TV for years, I watch on the internet, so this was a revelation to me. Keep reading »
My parents raised me with a certain set of values: 1) The sunny side of the street causes headaches, 2) Lateness is rude and disrespectful, 3) No one wants to see photos of another person’s vacation. Not, like, genuinely. Not, like, ever. Society pitched in and taught me a handful of others including the all-important: All men want sex all the time.
I absorbed this message and, under its guidance, I threw myself at my high school friend Bob. I was 17 when this happened and I’d had a crush on Bob for ages. We’d gone to see a movie, and when we were about to say goodbye, I said, “Hey. Bob. What if I kissed you goodnight?”
And Bob said, “Oh. Gosh. Um, I’m not sure that’s a good idea. I think of us as being just, you know, like, friends.”
Now, in fairness to Bob, were you to see a photo of me in 1996, you’d understand his position. You’d be, like, “Wow. Well, I bet that you were pretty on the inside.” Regardless, the rejection was traumatic. Keep reading »