Fact. When you sign up for Myspace, you have control over the privacy on your account.

Fact. No one forces your profile and pictures to be seen by everyone. You can choose the option if you want, but you can also choose to only show your friends and/or those you accept.

Fact. Millersville student, Stacy Snyder, must have been unaware of these things. Either that, or she’s a moron. I’ll choose the latter.

MSN.com reports the story of Snyder, who was on track to receive a degree in teaching. Everything was going according to plan. That is, until the university discovered her Myspace pictures. And no, they were not pictures of her and her family enjoying a lovely picnic at the park, or photos of her dancing at a nice ballet recital, or of her standing in front of the Washington Monument, holding her hand out to appear as though she’s holding the tiny little monument in her hand, like this. They were pictures of her, wasted at a Halloween party, wearing a pirate costume, with a drink in her hand and the caption, “Drunken Pirate.”

Millersville refused her education degree the night before graduation (what a DISS!) and gave her an English degree instead, because the school said that she “promoted underage drinking.” Read More »

So, it’s finals, which means I probably shouldn’t have been out partying all weekend, but nonetheless, here I am today, haggard, slightly bruised and wildly unprepared for my two exams and three papers due this week. However, I once took a course in cultural anthropology, so I consider it my academic duty to go to parties, observe the social interactions of other youths and report them back to the world.

Thus, I present to you my scholarly dissection of the sexual politics of the keg. This past Friday, I went to my friend’s birthday party. Since I knew the host of the party, I considered myself a VIP and budged the keg line, edging out frat boys in pastel-colored shorts and backwards caps to stake my claim. Once I reached the keg, I started to do what I needed to do when Dude #1 called me out. “HEY!” he exclaimed. “What are you doing? Let me do it for you.”

Um. Okay. I know I may look young and weak, but as a scholar I at least know how to pump a keg. I may not be an engineering major like Dude #1, but come on, it’s like buttering bread. Read More »

So I’m on my new fitness kick and I’m always on the lookout for yummy fat-free snacks…well it doesn’t get any better than Wine Cellar Sorbets!

Fat-free and only about 110-120 calories, this sorbet comes in six different flavors like Pinot Noir, Champagne, Riesling and Cabernet Sauvignon. That’s right, the sorbets are made from finished, delicious wines and contain alcohol (up to 5% by volume) and according to the website, “therefore can only be consumed by wine lovers over the age of 21.” Mmmhmm.

Anyway, the sorbet flavors change every season and are based on the vintages, varietals and regions from where the wines were produced. They’re currently sold in stores across New York, New Jersey and Florida and yes, the online store will be up and running very shortly.

A pint costs only $6.99, which is cheaper than an actual bottle of wine anyway. A perfect treat for the upcoming hot months…or when you want to get loaded off your dessert.

After spending a portion of my day listening to a friend detail a particularly painful break-up she’s currently going through, giving her the best advice I could while recognizing her little painful moments all too well, I started thinking about the process of breaking up itself. Not the actual nuts and bolts of the deed, those always vary, but the way we react afterward.

No matter who we are, our pain tends to mirror each other during these times. We make the same decisions, fall into the same bad habits, give ourselves the same pep talks, and feel the general shittiness so strongly that most of us, by our mid-twenties, have experienced some kind of life really can’t go on moment.

When a girlfriend goes through a break-up, we give advice, comfort her, but most of all, completely understand what she’s feeling. We completely understand, and never really want to go there again (although most of us will, according to the numbers. Damn you statistics! I knew I got a B- in your class for a reason!). Read More »

Kaiser Chiefs: “Ruby”

From the album Yours Truly Angry Mob. Buy it here.

Eyelet is always a staple for spring; cute, feminine eyelet dresses filled the runways in New York, Milan and Paris.According to Style.com, “From Carolina Herrera’s more formal take to BCBG’s more casual look, this is one trend anyone you can take from runway to reality.”

I’ve found a few affordable options that will give you the trend with out the high price tag. Read More »

You might not have heard that Randall Tobias, director of U.S. Foreign Assistance and administrator of the U.S. Agency for International Development, stepped down from his political posts on Friday. Even if you did hear, you might not have cared. Because, I mean, who is the guy?

Right. He’s just some old, white dude who used to have a long title. But his reasons for resigning are more interesting than you might think. The State Department claimed that Tobias resigned for “personal reasons”. Personal as in, whoops I paid for prostitutes!

Yup. Tobias himself revealed to ABC News last week that he had been a client of Deborah Jeane Palfrey, the alleged “D.C Madam” who supposedly ran an escort service that catered to some pretty high profile Washington D.C clients.

Palfrey herself is currently in court, fighting a federal racketeering and money-laundering indictment, and pages and pages of personal client information are being inspected in the process.

While Tobias claims that he hired “gals come over to the condo to give me a massage”, he denies any sexual contact. Palfrey also denies sex as being a component to her girls’ work, although any person with half a brain knows that escort service is basically synonymous with “high class prostitute”. Read More »

So you’re about to graduate and go out into the world. You want a job, you want a good salary, you want dope benefits, and you wouldn’t sneeze at a 401K. Problem is: you know nothing. So what to do?Answer: Ask Mommy and Daddy to do all the legwork for you!

You are (hopefully) rolling your eyes in disgust, yet many relentless “Helicopter Parents” (so named because they hover over their kids’ every move) are doing just that. They are showing up at job fairs, calling employers, and even negotiating salaries. ‘Cause nothing screams “I’m an adult” like “Let my Daddy do the talkin’!” amirite? Read More »

Last night’s Entourage was okay. Nothing too exciting happened, but we did get to see Ari at home with the wifey, which is always amusing, and also, Vincent Chase in the bathtub. Ooh-la-la! Let me catch you up to speed:

While Drama is paranoid about getting “got” on Pauly Shore’s Punk’d-esque TV show, he finds himself in a showdown with actual ultimate fighting champion, Chuck Liddell. You do not want to piss this guy off. Little does he know, Liddell is in on the prank, and after humiliating Drama in the fighting ring (and scaring the crap out of him) The Weasel himself appears to catch him on camera, and Drama relishes in the fact he will be on two television premieres in one week. Oh, that Drama…what would we do without him? Read More »

Whoah, whoah whoah.

Has anyone heard about this new film from Robinson Devor called “Zoo”? It’s short for zoophilia which means “abnormal fondness for animals”… Damn straight abnormal fondness. I might have thrown up a little in in my mouth when I read about it in Nylon on the subway a couple days ago.

This movie is loosely based on an event that made national news in July 2005, a man dying of massive internal bleeding in Seattle from having sex with a stallion. It gets worse. His death led investigators to a whole group of these sickos, who all have a penchant for a little horsey loving. But it was cool, because apparently bestiality isn’t illegal in Washington. God damn hippies.

Turns out these “zoophiles” claim to transcend the weirdness of just having sex with animals for fun, but actually think that a fufilling and lasting relationship, you know, like fuzzy marriage feelings and whatnot, can happen between a human and an animal. Oh no, I just felt a little gag coming on.

The film has gotten good reviews from a number of different sources, but I can’t bring myself to read the article again let alone see it on the big screen even though there are supposedly no scandalous visuals. The Sundance judges called it a “humanizing look at the life and bizarre death of a seemingly normal Seattle family man who met his untimely end after an unusual encounter with a horse.”

Man, that must have been one awkward funeral…

What do you think about this film?