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Red solo cups litter the floors and tables, filled with either Busch Light or some untrustworthy concoction made by the bartender. So called “bartender” is actually some frat boy wearing a beer helmet and a sign around his neck that says “007.” There are two guys holding a kid by his ankles in his attempt to do a kegstand, and there’s a few couples dancing in the living room to the latest radio hit (by couples I mean complete randos, and by radio hit I mean Justin Bieber).

Just a normal Thursday night.

So you and your group of girlfriends have spent the last hour getting ready for this Sigma Kappa Rho party, and have your slinkiest dresses on. As soon as you walk in the door you force your way through the mob (aka slutty sororstitues) at the bar (aka kitchen table) and ask for the infamous Jungle Juice (aka Death).

“Nice choice, ladies. You’re gonna feel it after one cup of this, it’s that insane,” the frat boy says as he hands over the cups full of icy blue liquid. Read More »

No one would ever walk up to a friend on financial aid and accuse her parents of being lazy, good-for-nothing, bad parents for not making enough money to send her to college. Yet people feel completely comfortable going up to a friend with an unpaid internship and accusing her of being a spoiled brat because she’s fortunate enough to be able to afford spending a summer making no money.

Don’t think that’s true? Just read the comments on almost any internship post on this site (like this one or this one).

I had two unpaid internships in NYC and I can’t even count the number of times people told me “it’s ridiculous that your parents are just letting you live in the city and make no money.” But was it ridiculous? In today’s world you’re expected to graduate with internship experience and if my parents decided to spend their hard-earned money paying for me to live in NYC and reach my dreams, was it wrong for me to take that opportunity? Should I have spent my summer waitressing instead? I don’t want to come off like a whiny bitch, but I want some answers on why I should feel bad that my family can afford this. Isn’t complaining about unpaid internships the same as complaining to a friend when her family goes on a week long resort vacation? Read More »

The other day, while aimlessly roaming through the overpriced yet drool-worthy home goods at Urban Outfitters, I came across some adorable vinyl record bookends. They looked so cute hugging a stack of blogs-turned-books on the table and I just needed to have them. I have this problem where my books always tip over on my bookshelf and then it gets all messy and then my studying gets interrupted because I’m OCD…

Anyway, after looking at the price tag I realized that I didn’t need to fork over my hard earned money for some organization and sanity – I could make these myself! And so can you.

You don’t even need a good taste in music. In fact, it’s probably better if you don’t like the record you’re melting… All you need is a little time and some H2O and you’re on your way to adorable dorm decor.

Materials:
2 vinyl records – you can get these super cheap at flea markets, old-school record stores or from that collection that’s been gathering dust in your parents’ basement.
1 pot of boiling water
1 heat resistant bowl (or another large pot)
1 flat piece of wood Read More »

With a full week in California under my belt, I’ve officially moved in. This move-in was a lot different than any dorm room move-in I’ve done throughout college. Instead of signing for my dorm key, I signed a lease. A real “I’m an adult, I must abide by this contract or I’m legally responsible” lease. In fact, everything I’ve done this past week had a stamp of “Adult” on it, making post-grad a lot different than any undergrad experience.

So, now that I traded my student checking for an everyday bank account, I think it’s time to put some money in there. Maybe it’s my drive to be successful, even when my life is in limbo, or all the California wealth around me, but I have been looking for some kind of job to occupy my time. However, job hunting is a full time job, and it seems like the job market has turned its back on us post-grads.

Nearly every job listing requires three to five years of experience. Uh … I’ve been in college classrooms for the last four years, does that count? It’s kind of scary to think that I spent all this time getting my B.A. degree, only to be told that I need experience to match my degree – full time experience. It seems like entry level positions, which used to require a degree and interest (not a few years of experience), don’t exist anymore. I want to use my skills, so I can build up experience – but I can’t gain experience when I can’t get hired. Some listings I’ve seen even say that if resume don’t show three to five years of job experience in the field, they will be tossed. Yikes! Read More »

You got a question? Tuffy’s got an answer. TuffyLuv@collegecandy.com. Nuff said.

Dear Tuffy Luv,

College has been really complicated for me. It started out in my freshman year when I didn’t like the dorm where I lived (it was gross and I didn’t fit in anyway). The first semester a friend of mine from high school died. Soon after I realized that one of my closest friends from high school was toxic and when I decided to cut her out of my life. I lost touch with so many of the people I loved most. It was a really bad time to isolate myself because I really could have used the support. Looking back I do see how they really were crappy friends and it was for the best. Everything was a mess. I was supposed to meet amazing new people and have exciting adventures. Nothing was going how I imagined. By the end of my sophomore year things were looking up and I had made a small group of fantastic new friends, but I decided to transfer to another school. I just wanted to leave everything in the past and move on.

My new school is at the beach and I love it! It’s amazing! I just finished my junior year and although it’s so great to be here and have this fresh start, I’m still having trouble moving on. I keep applying my past experiences to my current situation. Every time I start to get close with a new person I get really freaked out. I either freeze and can’t think of anything to say or I start avoiding them and make up excuses for not being able to hang out. I’ve become a total flake. It’s like I can’t handle any level of commitment. I don’t want to let anyone get close to me because I feel like it couldn’t possibly end well or be a positive thing. I even ran away from the circle of friends from my sophomore year… and they didn’t even do anything.

Ever since I broke away from my life in high school I just can’t take the plunge again. I’m not even mad at the situations that got me here, I’m mad at myself because I can’t fix me so I’m back to normal. I even keep the few people that I have managed to remain close with at arm’s length. Sometimes when they try to be helpful and talk to me about it I feel the disapproval and judgment and it just makes me want to pull back even more. And that is so incredibly difficult when I’m sincerely trying to move forward and feel better about trusting and letting people get close to me again.

I just don’t know what to do because I feel like I’m missing out on the essential college experiences. I’m graduating next year and I don’t want to look back and wish that I had gotten my sh*t together in time to enjoy college. I just want to be normal and carefree and fun like I used to. Besides aren’t men supposed to be the ones with commitment issues?  What would you do?

-Commitment-phobic Read More »

I don’t know about you, but the majority of my girlfriends will incessantly whine at a party if there is only beer available.

“It makes me full.”
“I don’t like the taste.”

As the ever eloquent Ke$ha would say, “Just stop stop talking that blah blah blah.”

Personally, I couldn’t have a more conflicting viewpoint. I mean, who needs dinner when I can have a couple pitchers of Natty Light all to myself? As for the taste, I don’t really know how to calmly and rationally respond to this to a group of people who instead choose to solely take straight shots of Svedka.

I’ve tried and I’ve tried but I just can’t seem to convince them of the marvel of beer. Perhaps this new report commissioned by the Beer Academy (totally unbiased, right?) that says beer may be one of the healthiest alcoholic drinks available for both body and mind (when consumed in moderation) will finally change their minds.

So here’s the dillyo:

1. Beer contains minerals such as silicon, which may help to lower your risk of osteoporosis.

2. Beer’s a rich source of antioxidants, vitamins, and fiber.

3. Beer has a relatively low calorific value compared with many other alcoholic beverages. Read More »

Oh, Cosmopolitan. I like to think of the magazine as my first love. In middle school, me and my girlfriends immediately dubbed it ‘The Bible’ and carried it around during morning break to read about the raunchy and new sex advice. “Oh so that’s what a Big-O is!?” It was like a dictionary for all of the school-bus language. It was the first and only magazine we all read, and we fell in love. Now that I am a seasoned pro, Cosmo is like the old boyfriend.  And I just keep going back.

True to form, this month I loyally snatched my July edition of Cosmo. I couldn’t help wondering what on earth my girl Shakira was wearing on the cover. Was that a lace leotard and jeans? And after seeing the headline: “Vaginas Under Attack” I couldn’t wait to snap open the magazine, whip out my notepad and get reading. Just like middle school!

Once inside, I was bombarded with lots of information about dudes.  An article about ‘101 things About Men‘ mentioned when men wear girlie things (i.e. pinkie ring or pink shirt) it means he’s even manlier because he can wear whatever he wants. I say if the brisk thought crosses his mind about wearing a feminine item of clothing, his manliness is politely bypassed. Sorry Cosmo.  Another article included man advice about turn-ons and turn-offs and what he likes to see women wear. Including the romper, which we all know is about as true as Lilo’s claims of sobriety. I’m not going to begin to think men like frontal-wedgie town and difficult access. Read More »

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“I’m trying to be the man of her dreams.  That’s why I got this tattoo – to be someone.”  And so began Kasey’s downward spiral on the latest episode of The Bachelorette, which was, without a doubt, the most entertaining part of last night’s episode.  The crem de la crem, of course, was Kasey standing all alone on a glacier in a snow suit with snow whipping in his face, waving at Ali as her helicoptor whisked her and the Wrestler away. It was so awkward, so sad. And I couldn’t even take stock of the moment (read: laugh/celebrate) because I was scared someone was going to forget about him. I was just waiting for the 11 o’clock news to tell me that a frozen body, wrapped in a fake Burberry pashmina, had been discovered on an Icelandic glacier.

And then some other things happened…

Am I the only one who was a little bored with this week’s plotlines?  Paying attention for two hours was an ambitious feat for my attention span, not to mention that the Chris Harrison cameos were few and far between.

Since we’re probably all thinking the same things (there wasn’t much to think about, after all), I’m going to break my commentary down into two simple categories: Read More »