With the birth of Ashlee Simpson’s Bronx Mowgali and now Lisa Bonet’s Nakoa-Wolf Manakauapo Namakaeha Momoa, the race is on for celebrities to come up with the most nonsensical baby names. There are no rules but previous names suggest it should involve no less than three abstract nouns, two hyphens, and one undesirable location (and a voucher for a lifetime’s worth of therapy).Here are my predictions for the top five upcoming celebrity baby names for 2009:

(Inspirations include: Pilot Inspektor, Kyd, Apple – which almost seems normal now – Sage Moonblood, Blanket, and Audio Science.)

1. Rosebud Rochester

2. Hola-Adios Grace

3. ObAmA 2009

4. Eggplant

5. Busdriver Mulan

What are some others???

(Extra points for mundane occupations, intentional misspellings, and absolute unpronouncability)

Knowing just what to expect out of possibly the most important weekend of my life thus far (at least politically speaking), is like knowing what you’re getting for Christmas as a kid, how many times lightning will strike over Nebraska next year, or how much money you’ll lose or gain by January 2010 because of the deepening recession or reversal thereof.

It’s totally unpredictable.

Here’s what I do know:

For the first time in my life, my generation is thoroughly excited by not just a presidential candidate, but the president elect. We could all be dead wrong, but from the way things are looking, Barack Obama’s election into office will turn over new leaves for our country that haven’t been turned over in…at least eight years.

I grew up hearing stories about political union in a generation and, sure, we aren’t all in agreement about the change that Obama may or may not make. But so many of us are excited that, for once, I feel like a part of something that I am proud to be a part of.

So I’m on a bus heading to Washington DC from New York. Already, the 60-some people on board are buzzing – all revved up and ready to explode for their weekend in DC. While the inauguration itself is the event we’re all going down to experience and witness, the weekend of celebration before should be one for the books. Even the bars are allowed to stay open until 4am this weekend. (I know that means nothing to you, New Yorkers, so I say to you: imagine an event so big that New York bars were allowed to stay open until 6am.) Read More »

[Welcome to my Weekly Love List, a list on all things I love. Because if I love them, well, obviously you may (and should) love them too. As the Backstreet Boys song says (and yes I am actually quoting them) "My Love is All I Have To Give." So with that throwback, here are this week's list-worthy things…]

If there is one thing I love, it’s nostalgia. There is nothing better than sitting around with your friends looking at photos of those awful bangs, horrible stirrup leggings and puff painted sweatshirts and reminiching about the days of yore.  So for this week’s LOVE List I thought I would delve back into those scrapbooks and bring you my top 5 childhood LOVES. It’s hard to narrow down to five so let us know what you loved back then too!

1. Platform Jump Shoes. This must-have trend (from Vagabonds to Rebels to Sketchers) were the  gym shoe in my middle school. Obviously worn with your Paris Blues or your ribbed light purple Hard Tails. I thought I was too cool for school in my black and white “gym shoes” (which is ironic since they  were unacceptable for gym class).

2. Beanie Babies. I have a TRUNK of these bad boys sitting in basement because TY had me convinced that my discontinued Garcia Bear would be worth thousands by now. Too bad they are selling on ebay for $5.00. Not only does my lunch costs more than that, it’s less than their original $6.00 price tag. But at the time, Beanie babies were like a hot pair of Manolos on major sale: sold out in stores everywhere,  causing fights by pushy mothers nationwide. For a good two years, there was not a holiday or birthday that went by that someone did not give me a Beanie Baby. Read More »

So the thrill of the first snowfall is over, I’ve seen all my hometown friends, and I opened all my presents. First semester was great, I keep telling everyone. I am now a pro at explaining how wonderful college is to all my relatives and my friends, and even my friends’ relatives. But looking back, it really was great.

In fact, for the first time ever I am getting a little bored of vacation, and actually am looking forward to returning to school. That probably has more to do with missing friends and living out from under my parents’ roof more than homework and tests, but part of me actually wants to go to class rather than sit around and browse the internet for days on end. For once I have a place other than home where I am more comfortable.

The strangest part of being home is that I feel like I am on vacation, and not living here. For eighteen years this house has been my home-base, and now it’s more like my temporary housing before heading back to the dorms. I am not sure if this is a good or a bad thing, but I have definitely changed. Sure, there are the perks of being at home. I can shower without wearing flip-flops. I can leave my room a mess and let my mom wash my clothes for me (although this takes a little convincing, since supposedly if I can do my own laundry at school, I can do it at home, too). I can eat food that I actually pick, rather than the latest dining hall concoction. Read More »

[We all get bogged down with the required reading lists handed to us by our over-zealous professors. When we aren't laying in bed with a textbook and 3 highlighters, we are resting our eyes (and brains) with a little TV. No one wants to read any more than they have to.

Not so fast, girls. I am here to show you some books that are totes worth reading when the 347 pages of History/English/Psych reading are finished. Books that will make you laugh, cry, and change the way you think. Good books (which I know is hard to believe when you think of the stuff assigned for class). Stick with me and you will spend a lot less time watching Real World reruns, and a lot more time enjoying books again.]

Chelsea Handler is quite a character. She’s a TV host, stand-up comidienne and author. And if you’ve never heard of her it’s about time that you had.

“Are You There Vodka? It’s Me, Chelsea.” is considered a memoir. More accurately, it’s a collection of some of the most hilarious stories from Chelsea’s life, almost like a sneak peek into her diary. But let me warn you, these are not your average diary entries.

A far cry from “Dear Diary, today I met the most wonderful boy,” or “We had tuna casserole for dinner,” each one of Chelsea’s stories is utterly and completely hilarious. I mean, this is a book you do not want to read in public, because you will find yourself laughing out loud and that always gets looks. Not to mention the fact that people will ask what you are laughing at and you’ll have to explain a sitution involving Chelsea breaking out of prison. Read More »

Two weeks into 2009 and we’ve already fallen victims to the addictions of television. The Real World is back with yet another outstanding season; Gossip Girl is proving to be a fashion bible; American Idol premiered with their ever-entertaining blend of talent and disaster; and of course there were the Golden Globes to properly award those shows who deserve it. We can only hope that one day they will we awarding our humble attempt at television.

And even though last week the porn industry says sex in the United States is suffering due to its wavering economy, this week has proved them wrong. Sex is still a hot topic. Or better yet, virginity is. Is it all its cracked up to be? Ask this girl. Men may be questioning their skills in the sack, but we have offered them some solutions so spice up their methods. But if you are still having problems getting hot and heavy in the bedroom, maybe you should try starting in the kitchen to really get things going.

(We’re back with another weekly installment of G.W.W.E. [Guys We Wanna Eff]. This week, we turn our attention to the slick, sarcastic, and suave Neil Patrick Harris, who has been revving up our engines since age sixteen.]

I know what you’re thinking: Neil Patrick Harris is a looker and all, but uh, doesn’t he bat for the other team? You would be right about that, but for this week’s GWWE (or would that be, GGWWE- Gay Guy We Wanna Eff?) I’m longing for that boy-he’s-so-awesome-maybe-I-can-score-a-conversion-eff.

Can you blame me? I’ve had a hard time keeping my temperature down since Neil was sporting lab coats in Doogie Howser, MD. He had everything my teenage heart desired: good looks, great smarts, and a stethoscope (what better way to hear my pulse beating, “eff-me, eff-me, eff-me”?).

And Mr. Harris beat the child-star stereotypes to become a successful (and sexy) entertainer. He has been seen most recently in the hit series How I Met Your Mother, but is also well known for his hilarious portrayal of—well, himself—in Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle. But best of all, he starred in the web-based mini-movie Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog, as a mad scientist in love with pretty Penny from the laundromat. Was it absolutely hysterical? Yes. Did I superimpose my own image over Penny’s to imagine Dr. Eff Me singing and pleading for my affections? Maybe. Read More »

We warned you, and now it’s here: the first episode of CollegeCandy TV. We wanted to come out with a bang (pun intended), so we got down and dirty. So, listen up; it’s time to talk about farts.

The images are frightening and send chills down my spine. A simple, routine flight hits a couple birds and ends up in the Hudson?

Shouldn’t planes be able to survive that kind of thing?

Makes you realize why the flight attendants won’t let you listen to your iPod during takeoff or landing. And that maybe having that Emergency Exit is about more than just the added leg room. I know that everyone made it off the plane OK (including babies!), but the whole thing still scares the beejeezus out of me.

I’ve been flying since birth and never once questioned my safety. But now? I’d rather walk then get on a plane. This one hit (no pun intended) too close to home.

What about you? Has yesterday’s crash freaked you to the core?

[Every week our style guru takes a celebrity look and breaks it down for you, our poor college fashionista. What does that mean? It means that while the celebrities are spending $5,000 on an ensemble, you don’t have to.

All you have to do is click on the goods and - boom - you can buy the entire ensemble. Yes, we know; there is a spot for her in heaven.]

I don’t looove Kim Kardashian (I still don’t understand why she’s famous?), but there are a few things I do love about her.

1) Her badunkadunk. More, how she flaunts it, dresses it and embraces it.

2) Her step-brother, Brody Jenner. Mmmm.

3) Her show. I know – I can’t believe I said it either, but it’s funny. You know, in that “this is so ridiculous and it makes my family look SO normal” sorta way. Just don’t tell anyone I watch it; I’ve got a reputation to keep here.

4) This outfit. It’s simple. It’s classy. It’s flattering to all body types. And it’s easy to copy.  All while saving up some extra Benjamins for the weekend bar trip.

Here’s this week’s celebrity chic on the cheap: Kim Kardashain Looks cute Covered Up! Read More »