For most college students, summer means one thing: an unpaid internship. We’ve been there and we feel your pain. Whether you’re making copies, making coffee runs, or just trying to make your mark on the industry of your dreams, it’s much easier to get through it all with a little help from your (CollegeCandy) friends. So come back every week to listen/sympathize with/vent with our anonymous intern as she does her thang at a big time magazine in New York City. Because let’s be honest, what else do you have to do in that cubicle all day?

Everyone knows that one of the worst things about being an intern is actually telling people you’re an intern. I can deal with getting coffee, fetching elaborate lunches in the rain, sending out mail and transcribing interviews for hours, all in the name of trying to get a job. I cannot, however, deal with being treated like sh*t just because some people choose to view me as just the bottom of the job food chain and nothing more than that.

I’m not saying that everyone treats interns like that, because that’s definitely not true. I’ve been extremely lucky to work with intern coordinators who are truly awesome – they listen, they care, they’re nice, and most importantly, they always say thank you. But there are still some people who insist on treating me, and other interns, as only their bitch. And I mean, let’s face it, we kind of are their bitch as interns – but that still doesn’t mean we should be treated like that.

The weird thing is, it’s usually the people you would least expect who are the rudest. When I first started covering events, I was terrified. I thought for sure that not only the celebrities were going to blow me off, but also that the PR girls would take one look at me and figure out I had no idea what I was doing. I couldn’t have been more wrong. The PR girls consistently treat me with respect, and did anything they could to help me out. And the celebs? Most of them couldn’t be nicer. Just the other night, I had the chance to interview Emmy Rossum and Bernadette Peters, and both of them were so sweet it was unbelievable. Read More »

One of the ways you can date a movie is by observing the telephone usage of the characters.  For instance, how many chick flicks have you seen where Mom answers the phone and it’s, swoon!, Bobby from the football game calling to speak with Megan.  Does Meg play hard to get and pretend like she’s not home?  Will Mom jot down a message and stick it to the fridge?  Maybe Megan grabs the phone up in her room and excitedly twirls the cord around her finger as she accepts Bobby’s invitation to dinner.

In every dorm room and apartment I’ve shared with friends, I’ve wanted to get a communal landline and implement the message corkboard.  Of course I never voiced my desires, but it all seemed so…quaint.  In my head I pictured us all going out to the bar on Friday night and waking up Saturday afternoon to a barrage of post-its sporting guys’ names and numbers.  Maybe we’d even have a color-coded system.  Red for hottie, blue nottie, pink for potentially gay.

In reality, Saturday afternoons were spent on the couch watching Housewives marathons and being jarred out of a trance as our cell phones vibrated and beeped.  Todd says: “Nice 2 meet U last nite.  Going out agn?”  Mark says: “Wut up?”

I’ve been there, and I’d bet ten dollar-beers that you’ve been there, too.  The sad part is, we’ll respond, albeit halfheartedly, knowing exactly what they’re getting at.  “Going out again?” is code for “Wanna make out tonight if we happen to be wasted at the same place at the same time?” and a seemingly innocent “What’s up?” is the product of a moronic mind who has nothing more interesting to say to the goddess of a woman he met over Long Islands. Read More »

In the winter months I get really moody.

And I’m not just talking snapping at people on the subway because my skin hasn’t seen the light of day in months and the lack of Vitamin D has sent me into a permanent state of PMS. Not only my overall disposition, but my entire style changes during the winter. It’s part brooding downtown rocker-chick, part sleek uptown-chic. And while it is many things (bad-ass included), one thing it definitely isn’t is colorful.

Which is why when summer comes around I fully embrace the rainbow.

Catch me out at a club now and there will be no trace of the head-to-toe black ensemble complete with chunky rings and metal-chained necklaces. In its place will be a vibrant fuchsia ruffled mini-dress or a white linen pencil skirt and a floral top.

And if you catch me out next week, I just might be rocking the Tie Die One Shoulder Ruffle Tunic from Arden B.

For me, summer outfits are all about fresh silhouettes, fun colors and patterns and comfortable fabrics, and this dress hits all of the criteria on the head. I am obsessed with the one-shoulder trend, it perfectly channels chic, sexy and modern all at once –not an easy feat. This dress kicks the trend up a notch by adding a cascading ruffle detail down one side; adding a dose of flirty movement to an otherwise form-fitting and sexy shape. Read More »

Got some college questions? Unsure of a decision? Got a romantic interest in your T.A.?Just wanna chat it up with some really awesome chics? We’ve got the girls for you. Hit them up in the comments or shoot them an email with the subject “College Q&A”! They’ve got all the answers you need, no matter who you are.

Question
Hi! I love your website, I read it all the time. It’s really helpful. I will be a senior in highschool this upcoming year (2010-2011), but instead of going to high school, I’m taking classes full time at a local university in a joint-enrollment program my state offers. The university gives joint-enrolled students the opportunity to live on campus, but you have to pay for it yourself. With all the economic crap thats been going on lately, my parents can’t afford to pay for a dorm and the deadline has already passed. My question is, is it possible to have a good college experience while living at home? I really want to have a lot of fun, meet lots of new people, and have a lot of new experiences next year. I’m worried that this won’t really be possible if I’m stuck living at home next year. If you could give me any advice at all, I would really really appreciate it! Thanks so much! Read More »

Once every four years, an event comes along that is so globally significant, so life altering, that it brings old men to tears.  No, I’m not talking about the presidential election or Olympic figure skating.  Ladies and gentlemen, dust off your vuvuzelas (no, that’s not something you need the gyno to find) and tune in to the World Cup.

Here are just a few reasons why you should pick a country to root for and watch:

1. “Going to bed now so I can head over to the pub at 6:30 tomorrow morning to watch the game.  Cheers!  Go USA!” The aforementioned away message greeted me when I IMed my currently-abroad best friend the other day.  I scratched my head for a moment, questioning the life choice at hand, but ultimately decided to shrug it off because a) do as the Romans New Zealanders do, b) I sure as hell wouldn’t want to be sober watching the World Cup, and c) AM drinking is totally acceptable and encouraged during the all-day, all-week, all-month World Cup Tournament. Win! Read More »

An old proverb reads, “It is unpleasant to go alone, even to be drowned.”

So true! Especially when you are diving head first into a workout regimen at the gym. But does having a gal pal at your side boost your productivity or slow you down with bad energy? Read on to find out!

Pro: I was well aware of my college’s hip fitness center, but I avoided it like the adjacent Dunkin’ Donuts during my first week there. While I was a freak about exercising every day at home, I had never worked out in a public place. What if I used the equipment the wrong way? What if my gym clothes were too tacky? I couldn’t have everyone laughing at me from the get-go.  It took a girl I met during orientation — we’ll call her “Kayla.” One night she asked quite out-of-the-blue, “There’s an ab toning class at 7:00 AM tomorrow in the gym, want to go?” Her lack of vanity made me ashamed of myself. I went to class the next morning and went nearly every day from there on out. A girlfriend may be just what it takes to help you let go of gym anxiety.

Con: The same girl who got me into the gym eventually ditched me.  Kayla was out of shape and unhappy with her body. After she came to realize I was a health freak, she was convinced I was her answer to get the results she wanted. I certainly didn’t mind — I love sharing the knowledge I’ve learned to whoever wants it. But eventually the novelty wore off for Kayla. I found myself in our 7am abs class alone. I kept up my habits anyway. While a friend may help you get your butt in the gym, it’s not unlikely that you’ll end up finding yourself there alone. It may prove difficult for you or your buddy to sustain the same exercise regimen and one of you may quickly lose interest. If that happens to be you, find a new gym buddy with goals and a schedule similar to your own. If it’s your gym friend, like mine, who stops showing up, just keep on keepin’ on. You don’t need her to reach your goals. Read More »

At last, he’s shaved that gnarly, nappy beard.

Rest in peace, Jimmy Dean.

This iPhone app is a girl’s best friend.

More Brittany Murphy scandal hits the surface.

Office pranks are funny.

6 sexy beach-friendly hairstyles to try this summer.

I used to be an avid Lady Gaga fan. She was quirky, and her music was catchy. I even loved her strange sense of style, telling my friends how awesome it was to finally have a true performer on the music scene. Her music videos, although weird, I tolerated, saying it was what made her, her.

Now, however, I can’t appreciate Lady Gaga for the artist she is.
And with all the bells, whistles, and the generally over-the-top antics, I don’t see how anyone can.

It always goes like this: A new Gaga song comes out and I love it, dance to it, rock out to it with the windows down in the car. I’ll be excited about the release of a new music video. And then said video comes out… and it’s confusing.

No, it’s downright strange.

Take Gaga’s latest music video release for Alejandro. The world was on the edge of their seats wondering what was coming, what she would think of next. Then we finally saw it and I was so distracted by trying to figure out what it meant that I barely realized Alejandro was playing in the background. Why were there men in high heels? And what was with all the (offensive) Catholic references? Read More »

Everyone makes great resolutions on New Years: Be healthy! Lose weight! Don’t gossip! All of these are great, but now that it’s nearly June, how many of us realistically even remember what anthem we chose to sing this year? Its time for something new. Its something I’ve done every summer since the beginning of high school: summer resolutions.

Why summer?
Why not?

Summer’s a great time to get a new start. Everything’s changing, whether you’re in the big city for an internship, at school taking classes or at home big chilling; its a change of scenery and provides the perfect media for which to mold the new you.

My theory on resolutions shouldn’t be to change yourself. You are who you are for a reason and trying to do a complete 180 is just setting yourself up for disaster. However, making improvements to certain aspects or changing certain habits which are detrimental to yourself or others can certainly be the positive change you’re looking for. Three great things to keep in mind while you’re brainstorming the perfect summer resolution: Read More »

[Everyone’s got a morning after story and we wanna hear yours! Send it over to us and we’ll post it – anonymously, of course – right here!]

My friend’s parents were out of town a few weeks ago and, naturally, she threw a party. Between beer bongs on the deck, I started talking with one of the other party-goers. She told me about a great guy she knew that she thought would be perfect for me. “I’m going to have him Facebook you. You have to go out.” Being the perpetual single girl, I was excited at the prospect. Especially when she told me he was tall, cute and funny.

So when I woke up the next afternoon (it was a crazy night) to find a Facebook friend request from him, I did a little undie-dance around my room.

We had our first date a few days later. We met up for drinks and really hit it off. He was a little bit into himself, but I just wrote it off as a first date thing; everyone tries to sell themselves on the first date. Plus, he was tall, cute and funny, so I was a smitten kitten. Three hours later, he was picking up the tab (a very good sign!) and giving me a kiss on the cheek goodnight.

“I had a really great time tonight,” he told me. “I can’t wait to do this again.” Read More »