In my book, The Harm in Asking, one of the chapters, “The Boogie Rhythm,” is dedicated entirely to the topic of farting. To be a bit more specific, it is all about what we, as women, go through when it comes to our gas. In the run up to the book’s release I’ve done a […]
That Wet Spot Though… The term “making love” is rarely used these days. It conjures up images of red rose petals on a fluffy white bed with candles scattered around the room. It gives the idea of doing it in the missionary position, slowly, with no accidental farts. That’s not a realistic scene most of […]
Allow me to be all at once bold and competitive: I’ve got the worst gas of anyone you’ve ever met. If society was somehow different, and my … gift, let’s call it, was better valued, I would be your Queen of Farts. I would command attention, take down armies. I would redraw the lines of […]
Here at The Frisky, we all write about a plethora of different topics, though we each have our own particular, specific beats. Megan is on the Rihanna beat. I am on the fart beat. What we have here is a clip of Rihanna, dewy-skinned and moist-eyed, reclining in the milky bath from her “Stay” music video, but […]
Only on Craigslist would you find a help wanted ad for a woman to fart on a birthday cake for $50. It’s already awkward to show up at a birthday party when you don’t know anyone, but imagine being the cake farter. You show up at the bar, dressed in your most gas-friendly outfit and […]
