2010 January - page 19

Archive for January, 2010

Candy Dish: Why Do Guys Fake It?
• Cuz they do. A lot.
• Bow Wow is a classy guy.
• Tyra Banks was a mean boss? Shocking.
• Mac gets warm and cozy this season.
• What’s the deal with Tila Tequila?
• 10 iPhone apps we ladies could all use.
Bring Back the 90s!
The 90s for me (and most girls) can be summed up into three little words: The Babysitter’s Club. Whenever my sparkly pink nail polished hand got a hold on one of those crisp chapter books I was lost for an entire afternoon, dedicated to Claudia’s strict parents and Kristy’s uber bossiness. That is, until my mother called me down for dinner: mac and cheese and a Swiss Cake Roll.

Eight Ways to Ruin a Good Relationship
Brace yourself, ladies: We are now entering Break up Season. According to a study released in 2007 by Yahoo!, this little span of time between the December holidays and Valentine’s Day happens to be the period when most couples head to Splitsville. (Geez – Is it really that bad to have to buy someone some roses?!)
Your Career: Not an Impulse Buy
Recently, graduating from college, it seems, has sprouted a ripe mid-life crisis for the college student. It may not result in buying a convertible and a condo in southern Florida, but it does send soon-to-be college grads in a downward spiral as they freak out about their futures, their jobs and, well, surviving real life.
Wardrobe Wishlist: Express High-Waist Geometric Pencil Skirt
As winter break winds down, I’m starting to have nightmares of exams, a jam packed calendar, and having my alarm wake me up before noon. But no matter how much I dread it, next semester is coming and it’s coming fast.
College Q&A: Should I End My LDR?
I started going out with a guy right before I left for college. I really like him, but he goes to school in a different state and I feel like I’m missing out on a lot with my friends when I’m on the phone with him every night. He totally trusts me so it’s not like he’s annoying or anything, but this whole LDR thing is really taking up a lot of time. What do you guys think of long distance in college? Good idea or bad?
Much Like Santa, Your G-spot Isn’t Real
If 2010 has taught me anything so far it’s that eating greasy Thai noodles for four days straight will make you fatter. And if this year has taught me two things, it’s also that infamous and elusive G-spot is a sham.
Pause. What?!

Body Blog: Get Your Boot Camp On!
Working out is hard enough already – do you really need someone yelling in your face the entire time? If I want to work out, I can do it entirely on my own. I’m just fine pounding the treadmill alone. With my iPod. And without any camouflage, baggy pants, and whistles! After 7th grade, I resigned myself to the fact that I cannot do a pull-up, and I am more than fine with that.
Candy Dish: Where’s Tiger Woods?
• Tiger Woods is doin’ his girls thang in NYC.
• 12 foods for beautiful hair.
• Uh oh, Britney’s dying her hair again.
• These pictures are tripping us out.
• Nice outfit, Jennifer Lopez.
• 7 resolutions everyone ends up breaking.
The Weekly Ten: My New Year’s Resolution List
This week, after a particularly grueling New Year’s Eve spent with 25 people in one tiny house with one tiny bathroom in New England, I had time (a lot) to reflect on my resolutions on the train ride back to NYC. I pondered 2010 and my resolutions between pages of Jen Lancaster’s memoirs and occasionally badgering the BF to go fetch me red wine from the bar car on the Amtrak.
Better of Best of Overheard, 2009
(Two girls, walking through the mud after a football game.)
Girl 1: I want to make a really inappropriate joke.
Girl 2: Is it a Trail of Tears joke?
Girl 1: Okay, yeah.
The Dating Double Standard
A few weeks ago I was set up with a boy. We chatted for a bit, made some small talk. He was sarcastically funny and he was tall, and in my book, those two things will warrant a first date. (Let’s face it – Jewish boys are usually not tall, and even less so if you buzz down that J- fro.)
The Morning After: The Bloodbath
After overstaying my welcome at a friend’s New Year’s Eve party (read: falling over and taking out the lights and the music with my ass. True story), I decided to cut my losses and head home for the night. My friend with benefits was at a different NYE soiree and informed me via text that he was ready to get outta there and meet me for our own party.