Question for La Tuff?! Email her at TuffyLuv@collegecandy.com and perhaps get it answered. Dig?!

Dearest Tuffy Luv,

My friends and I are noticing a growing trend among the men in our group. They have no balls. And what I mean by that is they don’t take initiative. They sit around like a bunch of Golden Girls and bitch over every girl problem they have (some of these problems having to do with us) but they never solve the problem. It takes them two weeks to muster up courage to kiss a girl and then they believe it’s true love, whereas we will make out with them one night and consider it a one time thing.

Are we just being too mean to guys or are guys being to wimpy??

Sincerely,
Women with balls Read More »

Yonge & Dundas Intersection in Toronto after Team Canada Win

This week’s Weekly Ten, Why Canada Deserves Silver, stirred up quite the controversy yesterday. Seriously, I didn’t see this much hate on CollegeCandy since one writer expressed her disdain for Taylor Swift. And rightfully so. Yes it was meant to be a joke, but we in Canada aren’t entirely laughing with you.  While we know for a fact CollegeCandy loves their Canadian readers, and even has a few Canadian writers (myself included), this post pissed a lot of people off.

But instead of get angry and insult the intelligence of the writer, editor or Americans in general, I decided to take the high road and just show why Canada deserves more than just a gold medal in Olympic hockey. So here is my condensed version (there are way too many reasons for one post!) of all the reasons Canada rocks that they forgot to teach you in high school. Read More »

I planned my entire Monday around the season finale of The Bachelor. I checked and re-checked my DVR three times before leaving the house for my 6pm hair appointment. I picked up dinner, cupcakes and a bottle of wine on my way home. Knowing that I would be starting the show late (I had to wait for my friend to finish class), I kept my computer and cellphone off out of fear that someone might spoil the ending for me before I got to watch it for myself.

And then, after all the waiting, my friend and I busted open that bottle of wine and settled in to watch the final episode of The Bachelor (on the wings of loooooove).

There were a lot of tears (from them and from us), a lot of screams (“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!!?), a lot of questions (“Why are Vienna’s teeth so big?”), a lot of wine, and a lot of lessons learned. Below, the 11 things I learned from last night’s big finale:

1. Turning the show into a drinking game where we took a sip every time someone cried was a terrible idea. Especially when that was the first time I’ve drank in a month.

2. My DVR isn’t smart enough after recording 24 full hours to this show over the course of the season to know that I might also want to record “After The Final Rose.” Read More »

In a monologue that avoided the pointed barbs of the epic struggle, Jay Leno returned to “The Tonight Show” stage Monday night repeating the phrase, “It’s good to be home.”

“I’m Jay Leno, your host … at least for a while,” he continued, alluding to the battle for the coveted NBC time slot with short-lived tenant Conan O’Brien.

“I’ve got to admit that I’m a little nervous,” said Leno, “not because it’s my first night back. Because I know that Dave and Oprah are watching.”

Leno then went back to business as usual in the monologue, lampooning everything from the Olympics, Russians, Dick Cheney’s heart problems, the Toyota recall and Tiger Woods. Leno then dramatically unveiled the new desk he’ll sit at during his tenure as host.

Watch clips from Jay’s first night back at the Tonight Show and read the rest here!

It’s not easy being a woman. We only earn $.78 for every dollar dudes earn, we have to put up with things like periods and high heels, and—maybe worst of all—we’re constantly being bombarded with advice from lady mags, lady sites, and lady-oriented talk shows that purport to know what we should be doing to get thinner, sexier, and happier. Too often their tips are questionable at best and downright moronic at worst.

So every week I’m taking a look at the advice that falls into the “moronic” end of that spectrum. If I can convince even one girl to reconsider whatever’s being professed in her glossy of choice, I’ll sleep a little better at night.

In the relatively small pool of article templates that women’s magazines turn to month after month (find the best jeans for your body type! Learn how to make a smoky eye! Consider swinging—wait, whaaa?) there are two perennial models that will never go out of style: tips on how to lose weight and tips on how to snag a man. Knowing this, the editors at Women’s Health have come up with a genius idea for an article that combines both topics. It’s called “Prevent Love Chub,” and it’s about how your S.O. is making you fat.

Yes, even though ladymags believe any female who isn’t constantly attached to or trying to become attached to a man is kind of sad at best and totally pathetic at worst, now Women’s Health is also saying that boyfriends are any body-conscious chica’s worst enemy.

See, men sabotage our toned limbs and flat bellies in five distinct ways—they love eating out (… at restaurants! Get your mind out of the gutter!), they prevent us from being physically active, they encourage us to eat more in order to keep up with them, they buy unhealthy food, and, worst of all, they make us happy. And as author Jill Waldbieser says, “Research shows that what’s good for your heart may be bad for your hips.” More specifically: “A study published last year in the journal BioPsychoSocial Medicine found that happy people were less likely to succeed at losing weight than those with a ‘slightly negative and cautious outlook.’” Read More »

Only two more years until he’s 18….

Whoa! Look at Britney!

Kate Gosselin returns to fame whoring.

Lady Gaga likes sparkly shellfish on her face.

Kim Kardashian’s makeup tips!

What is wrong with people?

This Sunday, the 82nd Annual Academy Awards will air at 8 p.m. on ABC! We at CollegeCandy are obviously super excited for all the usual reasons: red carpet fashion, trying to predict the winners (will anything actually beat Avatar?) and of course, an excuse to put on a cocktail dress and drink on a Sunday.

But this year’s Oscar show has even more awesome-ity (yeah, we’re making up new words over here) to be excited about: Read More »

With only 20 days until I take my last Spanish exam before waltzing off campus (and into the nearest bar), Spring Break fever has taken over my school faster than H1N1 did last October. While I won’t be jet-setting off to Vegas or Cabo (sighhh) for a week of pool-side margaritas this year, I will be vicariously living through my friends that are. And knowing them, they’ll be out on the beach the whole week, causing trouble, and meeting some definite characters.

Planning to migrate south for SB, too? Here are the five people you’ll meet during your stay, whether you want to or not: Read More »

Just recently, I heard through the grape-vine about a little video-chat sensation called Chatroulette. Now, we have all heard of Skype, a video chat used to communicate with friends for free. But creators of Chatroulette decided to float to the rebellious side of things and create a video chat for strangers. Of course, this is the next best thing since AOL chat rooms.  Me and my friends had a blasty blast with those things in seventh grade, so chances are we can have just as much fun 10 years later via video, right?

I took it upon myself to recruit my noble roommates to find out. After we had a five minute primp session in front of the webcam, we decided it was time to take the plunge into the Chatroulette universe. There we were, tilting her heads back and forth in the webcam establishing our places on screen, and nervously debating pressing Play [trust me ladies, this phase was as melo-dramatic as it sounds].  It is quite nerve-racking to toy with the possibility of being face to face with a stranger. On the internet. In my bedroom. So, with our utmost courage-we pressed play. Read More »

I’m in one of those (very sad) stages where I don’t actually need anything. I know it’s hard to believe. But with months of winter buying under my belt, I have leggings and cashmere cardigans and sweater dresses everywhere (no seriously, I sleep with at least three articles of clothing every night).

And with spring yet to have shown us a glimmer of hope that it’s on its way, it’s just depressing to purchase anything floral and skimpy, catching a glimpse of it as you trudge out of the house in snow boots and a down filled jacket.

But then that amazing little thing creeps into my agenda pages, the one thing none of us college girls can resist shopping for, and which totally warrants the purchasing of, at minimum, a new bathing suit and a super sexy party dress. Spring Break, baby!

This being the last of my Spring break’s ever (I know, I am most definitely in mourning right now), I am going all out, spending 7 glorious booze-and-sun-filled days in Cancun, the spring break capital of the universe.

Which means I am now in need of something again (whew!).

Of course, I’ve already found the perfect dress. And it’s sitting in the display window of Express. Their Escalating Ruffle Strapless Dress is pure sex. The perfect combo of spicy vixen and flirty girlishness. Read More »