Now that hot mess Lindsay Lohan is basically unemployable, she’s got a lot more time on her hands. Time that she’s apparently filling watching TV and then suing people for making really awesome commercials. Babies with voice dubbs discussing finances while Skyping? Adorable. But LiLo doesn’t agree.

The actress/socialite/trainwreck is claiming that E*Trade used her “name and characterization” in this ad that ran during this year’s Super Bowl.

Really Lindsay? You watched that commercial and immediately saw yourself in the  “milkaholic” baby? Yeah her name was Lindsay, but she doesn’t even look like you. I mean, she’s got at least 20 lbs on ya…

Anyways, there are two things wrong with this picture: Read More »

Has preparing for midterms/tying up loose ends/getting your body ready for Spring Break left you stressed out to the maximus? Late-night cram sessions and 20-page final papers followed by an intense hour at the gym can have you looking and feeling less than your normal, amazing self.

I myself am stressed to the max with work and am not at all appreciative of the bags under my eyes right now (I look a little something like this). I swear I saw my first wrinkle today. And then I cried.

All I want is a little R&R so I can be fully recharged and ready for Spring Break. After all, you need to look and feel your best before you go off and party for an entire week (duh). I’d love to just take a day and chill out at the spa. Relaxing music, soothing body treatments, a little “me” time is all I really need to feel better and look a whole lot more rejuvenated.

Too bad I’m in college and have to spend all my money on tuition instead of a fancy $80 facial or $60 body exfoliate. But that’s OK, because with a few key ingredients and a couple of hours, I can bring the spa and relaxation to me. And you can too, sister.

Here are a few DIY recipes and tips to create the perfect spa day that will have you feeling less stressed and more relaxed, guaranteed!  It worked wonders for me and now I no longer look like the Wicked Witch and look (or feel like I look) more like this. Read More »

So the freelance lifestyle was going great for me. I was sleeping in late, blogging from bed, and avoiding wearing pants with buttons, zippers, or any of those overly-complicated mechanisms. But then one day I woke up, got hit on by a homeless man at the library (one thing led to another and he did eventually gave me the number of his favorite pay phone to pee on), and found dried-up oatmeal on my scarf and I asked myself, “Is this how I want to spend my twenties?”

I mean, sure the 5-day old oatmeal tasted fresh enough, I’m not trying to sit here and bash eating leftovers. But it couldn’t make up for the fact that I had no co-workers, no real office, and no one believing that freelancing was a real job. So I did what any qualified writer does when she’s looking for a legitimate job: I got back on Craigslist, found the job of my dreams, and applied immediately. Unfortunately it turns out that my pre-puberty body prevents me from being an escort. Another dream crushed.

But I wouldn’t let that stop me. I found four more almost ideal jobs: babysitting an incontinent 80-year-old blind man, being a drug mule on the Mexican border, working for Coed Media Group, and having a sex change and appearing on Tyra 1-3 times to talk about the experience. Read More »

This is a ticking time bomb. Get out. Fast!

Question for La Tuff?! Email her at TuffyLuv@collegecandy.com for a chance at getting your just desserts.

Dear Tuffy Luv,

Here’s my problem: when I first started college back in summer of 2007, I met this awesome guy at a party, though we were both drunk (and at the time I was a virgin). After making out we decided to stay friends. That arrangement has worked out great for both of us in the past (we both dated other people, we both broke up with said people, but we always had each other to “vent” to….and occasionally play kissy-face with).

After I lost the v-card in a relationship that then went sour, we then turned into friends with benefits and everything was working just fine. Recently however (as in last month), he has said that he loves me, and yes in the form, ” *name* I love you!” The problem is, I don’t love him back. He’s said to me that even though he loves me, if I find someone I want to date then he would be okay with that and still be my friend. But last summer when I dated a guy, he went bat-sh*t bonkers stalker crazy calling my cell, my house, and he even found my mom’s cell.

Here’s the biggest problem: there’s a new guy in the picture I want to date (who has asked me out officially). I don’t know what to tell my ‘friend’ and I don’t know a way to tell him I don’t want to sleep with him anymore (since a lot of the time he guilted me into doing it).

Tuffy Luv, I really need your help please.

–A Confused Sunshine State Girl Read More »

Would you defer college for some cash?

It’s no secret that it costs A LOT of money to go to school. Between tuition, textbooks, room & board, meal plans, and bar tabs, students and their parents shell out big bucks for a four-year university degree. But what if your college actually paid you not to go? It sounds impossible, but is actually a very real scenario for current high-school seniors planning on attending Ithaca College in the fall.

Ithaca accidentally over-enrolled their newest freshman class…by 20%. To fix the problem, they dropped $2.5 mil on a new dorm (built in just 6 weeks…impressive!) and are offering various incentives to make room for the extra students. Upperclassmen are being offered $2,000 to move to off-campus housing, and admitted freshman are being offered a whopping $10,000 to defer enrollment for a year, either by studying abroad or just taking a gap year at home. Read More »

If teen magazines are to be believed, from January to June, there’s exactly one thing on every female high school student’s mind: prom. Or should I say: ~~*OMG PROM!!@! Only writing out the word like that can give it the respect it deserves.

According to sources like Seventeen, CosmoGirl (now only a website—RIP, CG!), and even classier options like Teen Vogue, prom is the absolute apex of a teenage girl’s existence. The big night apparently requires months of preparation and planning: who’s your date going to be? What are you going to wear? Can you get your dad to spring for a limo? Are you going to lose your virginity, or your dignity, or both? How will you resist the pressure to drink at the after parties? (… Because obviously, nobody ever voluntarily drinks alcohol in high school.)

I know what you’re probably thinking right now: “This is a website for women in college! Why is this stupid blogger talking about something that we all experienced years ago? I can barely remember my own prom. Sure, it seemed really important at the time, and I guess I had fun, but it definitely wasn’t actually the biggest night of my life.” Read More »

It’s comforting to know we live in an age where no investment bank, car company or celebrity hot mess will ever be left behind.

In the era of government bailouts and cross-aisle calls for economic revival ABC’s ‘Dancing with the Stars’ has become the public relations equivalent of a Fed bailout.

“Just when you think you’ve hit rock bottom – there’s a rescue plan. If you’re AIG, it’s the federal government. If you’re Pamela Anderson or Shannon Doherty, it’s ‘Dancing With The Stars,” says Catey Hill, New York Daily News Money Editor and author of ‘Shoo Jimmy Choo: The Modern Girl’s Guide to Spending Less and Saving More.’ Read More »

HOT

Yesterday was a good day. I had a really tasty muffin for breakfast, my mom took me on a mini shopping spree (where I finally saw Lauren Conrad’s line for Kohls in person – not great, but it did have a few really cute pieces thrown in amongst the crap), and then I returned home just in time to watch the return of Gossip Girl (and fast forward through all of the commercials)!

My god, did you think this day would ever come? It seems like it’s been years since I sat down with Serena and Blair to indulge in some delectable drama. Good thing I have a wild imagination and really inappropriate dreams, otherwise I may have forgotten what Chuck, Nate and Dan look like.

But seriously, it’s been so long that I really had no idea what was going on. And there was a lot going on: Rufus and Lily, Chuck and his mom, Blair and her quest for NYU domination, Serena and Nate, Dan and Vanessa, Jenny and…illegal prescription drugs sewn onto jackets.

Gah! Just watching all of it tired me out. And confused me. I didn’t remember Rufus finding out about Lily, or any sort of awkwardness going down between Dan and Vanessa. And, hello, when did Serena and Nate get so super duper hot and heavy? Not that I mind, of course, because we got not one but two super steamy make out sessions between those two last night and it was H-O-T. (Probably because it’s been a long time since I’ve had my own super steamy make out sesh…in a pair of Louboutins…. and I just sorta replaced Serena with my own  sexy self).

And it was also fun to watch Nate and Serena deal with the same old confusion and drama that we have all been through at the beginning of a new relationship: the opposing advice from friends, the mixed signals, the games. Yes, it was frustrating at first and I wanted nothing more than to reach into the TV and smack Serena in the face for being so petty and immature (really? Asking the guy with the gelled hair to go to the dinner??), but then I realized that we’ve all be in her shoes before (well, figuratively) and gotten a little immature and petty ourselves.  I actually found a bit of comfort in the fact that even the pretty girls with the killer closets get a bit insecure about love at times. And then do it in a coat room. Hot.

But enough about those two. Can we talk about Jenny’s expertise at pushing drugs? Poor girl’s on an express train to Lindsay-Lohanville, population: hot mess. And what about Lily totally effing up the only good marriage she’s ever had? (Now I totally see where Serena’s dude issues come from…) Or the fact that Chuck totally found his mom? I know, I thought she’d be hotter, too, but this is going to change everything. And somehow I have a feeling it won’t be good.

So. much. going. on.
Can’t. digest. it all.
Need. to find. my own. Nate. Archibald.

Wait. Sorry, got a little off topic there.
Back to the real stuff…

Thankfully, GG will be back next week and then again the week after that so we won’t have to wait another 6 months to watch it all go down. And based on a few photos I just found online, things are about to get even steamier.

If I can speak for most undergrads, we dread graduation day more than the apocalypse itself. It means leaving college and entering the real world, where it won’t be acceptable to beer bong in broad daylight on the roof of a frat house or blow off all your responsibilities to watch an entire season of the Office in bed.

Although the whole “graduating” thing sucks in theory, there’s always a lot of excitement surrounding the commencement speaker (or controversy, if you remember the whole Obama at Notre Dame debacle…). A good speaker can trick you into thinking this isn’t the worst day of your life inspire you to look ahead to the future and all the possibilities that lay ahead (if they’re a huge success, why can’t you be!?). And a bad speaker will allow you a good 45-minute power nap.

So who will be inspired come graduation day and who will be snoozing in their caps and gowns? Here is a list of some serious commencement speaker heavy hitters and the lucky seniors who get to listen to ‘em: Read More »

The first thing you learn in college, before you even step foot in a dorm that smells of Hamburger Helper and Febreeze, it is that your ‘Freshman Fifteen’ is long awaiting your hips.  While biting your fingernails, you try and find a way to prevent it. Is it the large portions of Ramen you’ve been consuming? The lack of sleep?  Maybe, but as much as I can remember (which, granted, is not much), the Freshman 15 is highly influenced by how many beers you are shotgunning/bonging/ponging every weekend.

Whoops, sorry thighs.

Don’t hang your head for too long, though; this recent article is shedding some light (and great effing news) on the subject. After conducting a study with almost 20,000 women, it states “those who drank more actually ended up weighing less over the course of 13 years.”

No that is not a typo; that does say LESS!!

Although I wanted to go buy a Margarita at Chevy’s immediately after hearing this, it’s a little hard to believe. You mean a Margarita a day keeps the thunder thighs away? Maybe not, but here are some other reasons we think this could be true. Read More »