Recently, PETA issued a letter to ice cream moguls Ben Cohen and Jerry Greenfield suggesting that instead of using cow milk for their creamy deliciousness (mmm..Phish Food), Ben & Jerry should consider switching to human breast milk.

Ew, what?

According to PETA’s executive V.P. Tracy Reiman, breast milk is healthier than cow’s milk since “Dairy products have been linked to juvenile diabetes, allergies, constipation, obesity, and prostate and ovarian cancer.”

Riiiiiiiiiight.

And of course, it’s better for the cows. Cows, like humans, only lactate during and after pregnancy so in order to keep the milk a-comin,’ heifers are periodically impregnated every nine months.

So, ok, I’m 100% against animal cruelty, but really? Don’t humans also only lactate during and after pregnancy? Would it not be cruel to therefore periodically impregnate women to produce enough milk for this venture? And where would Ben and Jerry find enough women willing to have their breasts pumped to feed America’s need for Chunky Monkey?

Milk, that is cow’s milk, has been part of human diet since, forever, and I just don’t think that human breast milk is really going to replace it. And let’s be real, who would actually eat ice cream made from human-teet milk? Besides a few freaks out there who are prolly into that…

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Okay…so…don’t start screaming or anything, but this afternoon the House rejected Bush’s bailout plan and the Dow tumbled 705 points.

According to CNN.com, “Although another version of the plan will likely go before Congress, investors are concerned that passing the bill could be a more drawn-out process.”

Even though we recently interviewed an economically savvy insider, we’re still doing our best to keep from climbing out of our chairs and curling into the fetal position underneath our desks. While none of us in the CC office have enough money in the bank to worry that it won’t be insured, or enough money in the stock market to consider jumping out the window, we can’t help but worry that something drastic is happening.

But even though we are scared (and may or may not have consumed a large milkshake…out of FEAR) we do know what everyone should do to prevent a complete economic collapse/major emotional breakdown:

1. You should keep your money where it is. Do not take all that money out of the bank and store it in your Yaffa blocks; no matter how bad things get, that tiny lock on your dorm room door is still not a safer option.

2.  You should not freak out yet. Do not stop shopping, do not sell your stocks, do not head to the nearest Costco and stock up on canned tuna. Just keep living like you’re living. It’s when people stop doin’ their thing that the real economic sh*t hits the fan.

3. You should drink. Heavily. Go dancing, have a good time, then stimulate the economy buy loading up on pizza and breadsticks late night.

[Celebrities get paid to look good and serve as a style guide to all us common folk, and part of looking good is flaunting their totally awesome fashion sense. Each week, I will be highlighting my Style Idol of the week: a celebrity who consistently shows keen fashion sense and whose closet I would raid in a heartbeat. Of course, no celebs are immune to the occasional “what the hell were they thinking?” moment, but for the most part, these celebs look foxy and fabulous and inspire us all to do the same.]

My style idol this week is none other than Angelina Jolie. How can you not envy this woman? She does and has it all: six kids, Brad Pitt on her arm (as Rachael Ray would say, yum-o!), a U.N. Ambassador, is one of the highest paid and grossing actresses of our time, and she donates a huge chunk of her income to charity.

Oh yeah, and while doing all that, she still looks absolutely fabulous.

You can’t deny she’s one of the hottest women on the planet and she plays up her hotness with her amazing eye for pieces that highlight her jaw-dropping body and almost unbelievable beauty. And she does this even while several months pregnant with twins, or when she is going through a weird “I wear blood around my neck” phase.

Whether sporting a sexy tight leather number or a flowing maxi dress, Angelina always looks like a goddess. Read More »

Breaking: We think we may have found the gift registry of Bristol Palin and her baby daddy.

As strange and funny as it is, we are seriously hoping this isn’t real. When your mom puts a tanning bed in the Governor’s Mansion, is it really crazy to assume you’d be registered at Pottery Barn Kids instead of JCPenny?

Not to mention the fact that this registry looks like it’s more for Bristol and Levi than it is for a baby. We can’t begin to fathom what a newborn would do with a Tin Can Alley Shooting Gallery.

Take a look at the probably fake but incredibly hil-arious registry HERE.

I think it’s pretty safe to say that nothing looks hotter on a woman than a sexy pair of boots. It’s also safe to say that nothing makes your feet burn/ache/make you want to cry more than a sexy pair of boots. Which is why we have flats, thankyouverymuch.

So, can we talk for a moment about Victoria Beckham’s most recent sexy boot purchase? As if they couldn’t get even more uncomfortable, Posh went and had a pair of boots especially designed for her…without a heel.

How does she walk? Why would anyone want a pair of shoes with no heel? Does the lack of heel make her look hotter? And beyond the whole heel sitch, don’t these things look more like latex pants than a pair of boots?

Silly me; I thought the only woman who could walk around on her tip toes all day was Barbie and her permanently molded-for-high-heels feet. I should have known that if anyone would be a real-life Barbie, it would be Posh Spice.

So, what do you think? Love em? Hate em? Just don’t quite understand em?

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Signs that Halloween is just around the corner: the local seasonal costume shop’s sign goes up, Starbucks brings back it’s extremely addicting Pumpkin Spice Latte and Frappuccino, and the caramel and candy apples start appearing at the grocery stores. Not to mention the rows upon rows of candy bags with their fall packaging. But back to the important thing: the candy apples.

The important thing about candy apples (to me anyway) is that the crunchy coating your parents wouldn’t let you eat because of the cavity potential has to have some flavor. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love sugar. I am addicted. And rarely am I picky about how it’s done. But to me, apples coated in a plain crunchy sugar coating just doesn’t have that wow factor that I expect from Halloween and carnival themed goodies. My favorite candy apples are those with sweet cinnamon coating that’s so crunchy when you cut a piece off or bite into it, you inevitably end up with crispy little candy bits on your lap. The kind that would stick your teeth together and give your mum nightmares when you were a kid. Yeah…that kind.

Anyway, in an effort to be able to give myself and my friends this crazy addictive food all year round, I hunted down a recipe. A lot of them called for cinnamon oil, which is just silly to me. I can’t munch on cinnamon oil the same way I can little candies. I like the following because the apples get their nice red color from the cinnamon red hot candies, and also a wicked great flavor. To me, this is the perfect candy apple. Read More »

Nothing says classy quite like a comforter featuring a naked, headless chick — or dude.  Obviously, someone thought this was a good use of material and sewing machines, but we can’t quite figure out who in their right freaking mind would purchase it.

But wait — there’s more.

Tonight at sundown Jews all over the world will begin celebrating one of our holiest of holidays: Rosh Hashanah (the Jewish New Year). Unlike the traditional American New Year where we make resolutions for the upcoming year, this 2 day holiday is spent asking for forgiveness for all the mistakes we made over the past year.

I just don’t know if 2 days is enough for me.

Being that I have such a public forum at my disposal, I thought I would go the extra mile this year and clear my slate of sins before I even step foot into synagogue this evening. So, without further adieu, here are my apologies. Please forgive:

- I am sorry for doubting the Wolverines and their ability to have a KILLER comeback in a football game.

- I am sorry that I called that girl a bitch in the bathroom because she refused to pass me toilet paper under the stall.

- I am sorry for all those times I cut people off while driving; I thought I had more important places to be than them, but I now realize that getting home in time for Oprah is really not important at all (mostly because I have DVR). Read More »

Mondays are always bad, especially after a weekend of heavy drinking (as if there are any others), but today is even worse. It’s bad. Very bad. Very, very bad.

Citigroup just announced that it will be buying Wachovia bank to save it from collapsing. Just like AIG. And WaMu. And every other FREAKING BANK IN THIS COUNTRY.

Seriously, are there any banks even left anymore?

I know that everyone is telling us not to freak out, that this is just a dip and that we will come back from it, but I am about ready to pull my money from the bank and invest it somewhere safe.

Like in denim. Or shoes. Or lots of new winter coats. Those greedy bastards on Wall Street won’t be able to take it from me there!