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We all know that Etsy is a great place for unique handmade and vintage items like jewelry, home decor, and accessories.  I’ve been known to spend hours on end browsing the site, and every time I manage to find a few things I just can’t live without.

With so many amazing items on Etsy, it’s hard to believe that there could be anything on there that isn’t amazing. Turns out, my belief system is way off. There’s actually a whole bunch of ugly, strange, and just plain creepy stuff on there – and one site specializes in finding the best of the worst.

Welcome to Regretsy, the home of epic Etsy fails.  The site’s tagline says it all: Regretsy is “Where DIY meets WTF.” Once you get a look at the types of stuff listed on Regretsy for yourself, you’ll definitely be wracking your brain, wondering WTF the people who created the items were thinking.

Take, for example, this embroidered Lady Gaga toilet paper.  Uhhhh…. WTF possessed someone to make it?  And who the eff would buy it? While we’ll probably never know what was going on in the seller’s head, that second question is easily answered in the site’s “Sold” section, which lists every item previously featured on Regretsy that’s actually sold.  Read More »

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When I was 15-years-old, I had a boyfriend who I was convinced I was going to marry. No one in the world could change my mind, whether the warnings came from my mom, my best friend, or the cousin I looked up to the most. Me and this guy, we’ll call him D, were in ‘love’ – or as much in love as you can be before you’ve finished puberty. We did everything together – cuddling in the back of the school auditorium, ditching classes to hang out in the cafeteria, and ignoring the rest of our friends to make sure that we had room only for each other. We did this for four years, through high school graduation, making it through the first two years of college, and then, we stopped.

We did that whole in-between, on-again-off-again, awkward ‘It’s Complicated’ thing for another year after the actual breakup, didn’t talk to each other for a little while, sort of-kind of got back together for about five minutes, and then… it was done. It’s been almost three years since we officially ended our relationship, and I have been able to say I’ve been completely, 100% over it for almost that same amount of time. However, I know plenty of girls who have been in similar relationships, and who still aren’t over them – even though they should be. Long-term relationships, especially ones that took up most of your adolescence, are SO difficult to get over. When you’ve been going out with someone for years, they become your best friend, practically part of your family, and it’s incredibly hard to let go of someone like that. So, for all you girls out there who are still sort of not over that one guy in your life, here’s my story of how I got over my first serious boyfriend.

I wish I could say that I remember the day I felt like I was really, finally over D, but I can’t. I just remember that one month I was laying in bed crying myself to sleep with all sorts of false hope running through my head, and the next month I was going days on end without thinking about him. Maybe it was easier for me since I was the one who ended the relationship, but at the same time I don’t think that’s really true. D was everything to me for years, but I ended things because neither of us were happy. Though it still took a long time to realize that I could be happy without him. Read More »

Although the end of summer means the end of many good things in life (i.e. slip n’ slides, lemonade stands, dunk tanks, debating the possibility of frying an egg on your driveway…), the end of summer also means the beginning of something brand new.  Something fresh and exciting.  Something every style-hungry college girl craves out there…

End-of-summer sale racks.

Overflowing with those highly coveted summer items, now super duper cheap, they are a fashionista’s dream come true. And just in time for Labor Day! Can you handle it?? I barely can.  In fact, I’m itching to toss this computer aside and haul ass to the mall, frizzy hair be damned.  Oh, but wait.  We have the sales right at here at our manicured fingertips. And it’s all under $20? Who says dreams don’t come true? Read More »

Y’all, someone up and tried to kill Paris Hilton!  Tell me what depraved soul would do a thing like that!!

According to PopEater.com:

“The incident occurred at 6 a.m. when police say the man approached Hilton’s house with a pair of knives and began pounding on the windows. Sources tell TMZ that Hilton spotted the man on her security cameras and called 911 immediately. The Los Angeles Times is reporting that a male friend of Hilton’s then confronted the intruder before police arrived and made the arrest around 6:30 a.m.”

Luckily for Paris, her previous night’s booty call “male friend” was there trying to escape the premises at 6 a.m. to provide emotional support and lend his interrogative skills.  Truthfully, I for one am so thankful that some rando was over to save the day.  Imagine the massacre that would have followed had Paris left the bar alone…

Off the top of my head I can think of three small dogs, a cage of rare and exotic birds, perhaps a mini-horse or two, five polar bear rugs, and one 6 ft. tall blonde heiress that all would have been slaughtered.  Just imagine the blood bath (and on those plush white carpets no less)!

And we know this creep was a pro.  He didn’t opt for daggers or ninja stars (novice mistake) but, as Paris tweeted, “just got woken up to a guy trying to break into my house holding 2 big knifes“!  Yes, knifes. Read More »

I officially started my LSAT journey seven weeks ago, and as I write this, I’m anxiously and nervously awaiting my latest prep test score. Although I knew studying for the LSAT would require an immeasurable amount of hard work, I had no clue exactly how frustrating the process would be from time to time. It’s safe to say though, I’m definitely in a head-over-heels love/hate relationship with the LSAT.

If the LSAT was my boyfriend (thankfully my boyfriend already took the LSAT…and he’s not nearly as frustrating), then I’d say that we are at that awkward stage in the relationship where things are getting serious, but it’s too early to be a full-fledged romance. But I’ll be honest, this LSAT relationship is far from healthy. Some days, it’s all I think about from the time I wake up to the time I go to sleep. And other days, it’s the last thing I want on my mind. Some days, the LSAT and I spend our entire day together. Hell — I have even fallen asleep with the LSAT (ok — LSAT prep books) in bed with me. And other days, I’ve grown so sick of it that I just need to spend the day alone. Read More »

Ask Tuffy Luv at TuffyLuv@collegecandy.com and maybe she will do you a mitzvah?

Dear Tuffy Luv,

So I have been with my boyfriend for two years, and we were best friends for four years before that. (I know many people say it isn’t good to date your best friend, but when he officially asked me out he said he’d wanted to when we first met, but he stopped himself because I’d just come out of a rough relationship.)

I love him very much and I can’t imagine being with any other guy. But lately (read: the past year and a half) I have felt that he is slowly losing the feelings he’s had for me in the past. It’s just the way he acts when we go out. He seems to have a radar for girls with all the better versions of the things on my body that I’m self conscious about. I don’t know if that made sense. What I mean is that he checks out a lot of women in front of me, and it makes me feel more and more self conscious about myself.

Don’t get me wrong, I think I have my moments when all is well and I’m the hottest thing known to man. Every girl gets those amazing confident days. But more and more my confidence is shot to pieces, especially when we go out together (curse summer weather and the scantily clad women that come with it). Later he’ll tell me I’m being ridiculous (not in a negative tone of voice – more of the “That’s ridiculous, I love your body” sort of way).

I’ve talked to him about it, and I’ve told him that it seriously hurts me to go for a walk with him, or out to lunch and see him stare down some gorgeous girl right in front of me mid-conversation. He said it’s natural and that’s just how guys work. And believe me, I KNOW what it’s like to see some yummy Mario Lopez look alike jogging down the street, but I would never go as far as to gawk at every one that passes by, especially in my boyfriend’s company. I don’t know what to do. I feel really… I don’t even know. Hurt? Angry? But underneath that, I feel like I’m this unattractive obstacle to him and what he really wants/needs.

Sincerely,
Should I Buy Him Blinders?

PS: I don’t think he’s shallow, it’s just I think he’s lying to me and himself about what he finds attractive by being with me. Read More »

Going in knowing everything about the other person- their music tastes, eating habits, hobbies, and favorite causes- sometimes sounds like a good idea.  You think you’ll have so much in common with someone.  Someone you’re about to have a serious relationship with, one that could potentially last a lifetime.  But what happens if you decide you don’t like them?  What’s left to learn at that point?  What if you get bored?  What if they secretly love the Jonas Brothers?

No, I’m not talking about how Facebook is actively ruining the dating world.  I’m referring to all the potholes you’ll encounter by selecting your own college roommate.

Trending on campuses all over the country are websites that allow you to cherry pick the “perfect” roommate.  Gone are the days where the punky goth ends up living with the preppy, bubbly cheerleader.  No longer will the study bug bunk with the party animal.  The revolution is upon us, and now you can select your own freshman fate.

Think answering a questionnaire and having your personality matched with another’s sounds great?  Well, to me it sounds as accurate as an “Are You Robert Pattinson’s Soul Mate?” quiz pulled from the pages of Teen Beat.  Here are all the things you’re going to be doing for yourself simply by going rando:

Diversifying your day-to-day.
Yeah, I said it.  If you live with your friends, or even someone who’s got similar tastes, you miss out on the whole “getting to know you” experience.  Finding out that your roomie likes to wake up at 5 a.m. for a little Incan meditation and chanting, or sharing your fear of avocados with a girl who loves making guacamole on her desk- these are the situations that help you learn two very important life lessons: not everyone is you and not everyone gets along all the time. Read More »

"Lindsay Untamed"? Shouldn't that just be "Lindsay on a Wednesday"?

There it was, hiding behind a few GQ magazines on the top shelf in a florescent lit aisle of Target.  I stood on my tippy toes and extended my arm to reach for the red letters and glossy pages of Maxim. And as I lifted the thin magazine by its pages and into my view, my mouth dropped and a sourpuss equal to those of Sammi Sweetheart washed over my face.  Why, you ask?

Lindsay Lohan was touching herself in a skimpy, striped, frilly swimsuit on the cover.

But, do not fret; I must have been exuding some good karma lately because a bonus mini-mag inside this month’s issue appeared in my fingertips: ‘Maxim Campus Cuties: The Hottest College Girls In America.’ Anndddd, in the name of all things good looking ladies, Maxim has redeemed themselves. Let’s get reading.

This month, Maxim showed old people some love when they dedicated a small article to our wrinkled warriors called, ‘Hooray for Old People!’ In it, grandmas and papas shared some hilarious tales, like the time that one granny drove her kids around on the top of their Buick. That brought on the LOLs. In Maxim’s monthly sex article, they actually provided us with a purty hilarious bit called ‘Just the Tips.’ It featured silly sex advice from various magazines (Editor’s Note: Like this one, perhaps??) and some hilarious stories about a Maxim author trying them with her boyfriend. One of the quotes from the story to give you a little insight: “When it comes to massage his legs with a rolling pin, I balk. Who do they think I am, Betty freaking Crocker?” You can only imagine the turns that article took. Amazeballs. Read More »