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I made a lot of mistakes my first year of college (and based on some of the Morning After stories I’ve been reading on here, I know I’m not alone). But of all the dumb things I did – hooking up with my next door neighbor during Welcome Week, setting my alarm wrong for my first midterm, gorging myself on Indian Night in the caf (ugh) – my biggest regret involves sorority rush.

Actually, my 2 biggest regrets:

1. Thinking my hair would stay straight as I walked from one house to the next in a monsoon. Hellooooo, frizzy mullet!
2. Trying to be who I thought the girls in the houses wanted me to be and totally losing myself in the process.

Granted, I ended up in a great house with girls who are now my best friends, but I look back at myself during rush and I just want to smack that girl. Hard. (And buy her a flat iron – my god!) I wouldn’t want that fake girl in my house and I totally get why lots of other girls didn’t want me in theirs. I’m just grateful that there was a chapter out there that was full of girls just like me so I could actually be myself and fit in perfectly.

I’ve learned a lot about myself and sorority life since that fateful month my Freshman year and I think now, when so many young ladies are in the throes of rush, is the perfect time for me and my panel of Panhellenic women to share what we now know with this new crop of sorority sistahs. So to all you PNMs shuffling from house to house right now, take our advice and not only will you make the most of your experience, but you won’t be looking back 2 years from now wishing you’d done something differently. Read More »

I know winter break just ended and we’re all falling back into our usual school routines, but I know I’m not the only one out there who can’t wait for summer. I miss long, carefree days at the beach, where thoughts of school and work are miles away and where I can go makeup-free and let my hair air-dry in the warm sun.

Unfortunately, it’s still pretty chilly out there, so I’m not going to be leaving my house with wet hair anytime soon. Until then, though, at least I can cover up unwashed or messy hair with cute winter hats! Winter hats are the ultimate multi-tasking accessory: they cover up bad hair days, keep you nice and warm, and they’re a cute addition to any winter outfit! Here are eight great finds, each $20 or less! Read More »

The Oscar nominations are in.
And the claws are out.

Once the Academy Award nominations are public knowledge you expect there to be gossip, some hurt feelings, some angry fans, and some shocked directors. People have expectations, ideas about who should win and why. But there are so many worthwhile films and so few spots; it’s inevitable that some will get left in the dust. So you can expect a little hostility. Some discussion in the days ahead. But I have a feeling these nominations will leave fans talking for a while. The Academy left us all a little shocked and surprised as they dissed some fan favorites in favor of… True Grit?

But wait. It gets worse.

No best director nomination for Nolan, despite Inception‘s many other nods. No best actor nod for Gosling for Blue Valentine, even though co-star Williams was short listed for best actress. Timberlake and Garfield didn’t make it onto that list either, despite the success of The Social Network. And that’s just the first few.

Curious about who got the nod and who got the shaft? PopEater breaks it down for you.

[He Said/She Said is a new series designed to help all our wonderfully confused readers figure out what he's really thinking. So every week we'll be throwing out a topic for debate...and unlike our fave dude, these guys won't be sugar coating anything for you. But before you jump into their heads (which seriously will make you feel like you need to shower), check out what we think!]

There are a lot of important numbers in college girls’ life – phone numbers, street numbers, number of times you been Facebook-tagged in an outfit, number of times you’ve considered dropping out of college, the number of calories in your next late-night study sesh meal. But there’s one number in particular that’s bound to stir up a commotion, whether it’s zero or in the double digits:

The number of people you’ve had sex with.

It seems now that the question isn’t just “Should you tell him your ‘number’?” anymore. It’s “Is the guy entitled to know something as personal as the number of people you’ve bedded”? And even more, “Does it really matter?!”

First and foremost, let’s just go ahead and get the health aspect of disclosing your “number” squared away. Many would argue that the person you’re dating has a right know your “number” as it could be a concern to their sexual health in terms of contracting an STD. I wholeheartedly disagree. The person you’re sleeping with has the right to know if you’re healthy, not how many people you’ve slept with. If they want proof of your sexual health, get tested.

With that said, I believe that your number is a very personal thing and is not something that you should be guilted or cajoled into disclosing. Yes, it’s important because it’s personal, but it’s not something your significant other should take personally. It’s your number and in most cases, it has nothing to do with them.

And that road goes both way, ladies. Read More »

Qvestion?! Ansver: TuffyLuv@collegecandy.com

Dear Tuffy Luv,

I’ve been with my boyfriend for about two and a half years and although I don’t really believe in soul mates, I can honestly claim that he is mine. I try to think reasonably and tell myself that this can’t be real love but after all this time I still believe that there will never be anyone as right for me as him and that he is the man I want to have a life with.

I never wanted anything serious with the guy. I was only turning seventeen when we started going out and never expected for the whole thing to go so well. Even though I noticed that I had a connection with him that I’ve never had with other guys, I always thought that we could break up over some stupid thing and I never thought ahead as far as our relationship went. But then came the “I love you,” and the first time (for the both of us), and we got accepted into the same college and things kinda got serious. Those were the happiest two years of my life – we have never had big fights, only insignificant quarrels and I can’t see a single thing about him that would drive me away. Now he wants us to move in together next semester and I realize that I want to live with him, too.

There’s just one problem. I used to be a real shut-in in high school and didn’t really get around as much as others my age. I only ever had one boyfriend before him and am not exactly very experienced in these kinds of things. Now that I’m in college and I’m a lot more outgoing, adventurous and, well, hotter than I used to be, I find myself wishing I was single just so I could try all this stuff college girls do – go on dates, have one-night stands, you know, things like that. I’m just a huge romantic and I used to dream of exploring new emotions and having a little drama in my life, because that’s what college is, right? I feel like if I stay with my boyfriend, I will grow into an old woman years before other girls my age and will always wonder what life would have been like if I had broken up with him.

I guess in this particular case it really isn’t him; it’s me that’s the problem. I just don’t want to lose the nicest, smartest guy I know who happens to adore me, but I’m afraid after a couple of years I might start hating him for making me lose the best years of my life. If there is such a possibility, should I risk it and end it now, or should I leave things the way they are now?

Sincerely,
Stupid Heart Read More »

Oh, Gossip Girl is FINALLY here. How long have we waited? How many magazines have we read with pictures and captions like ‘Blake Lively taping GG in the Upper East Side’ made us squeal in excitement? How many times have we found ourselves missing Kristen Bell’s witty one-liners giving us chills up our spines? How many hours have we spent reading books (or shopping online) to pass the time on Monday nights?!

I know I’ve been waiting.  I’ve been waiting long and paitently for a new GG beginning.

Although GG has disappointed me in the past, I was hopeful that it would come back in all its Season 1 glory.  I could barely contain myself as the last five minutes of 90210 wrapped up just knowing what was coming next.  Gossip Girl has turned into that really flaky, hot dude I keep coming back to, hoping, praying and wishing for an hour of his time that will blow my mind.

But, like my love life, Gossip Girl failed to deliver.

I have a confession to make (that I hope eventually, everyone will forgive me for):  I kept my finger on the ‘last’ button of my remote and whenever the CW called ‘commercial’ on GG, I switched to The Bachelor.  I’m a terribly faithful GG fan, but what is a girl to do when the writers of GG are lazy sacks of crap who just keep making and breaking Dan and Serena up? I had no choice but to turn to a ton of emotional girls fighting for some Southern twang.  So Gossip Girl writers, if you’re out there, consider this a cry for help.

WHAT IS THE DEAL WITH ALL OF THESE FAMILY ISSUES?  Gossip Girl isn’t about “family.”  I’m so sick of family brunches, family ambushes, family scandals, family incest, family internships, family fights…I want me some authentic Gossip Girl drama. The kind that involves (dare I say it) a little J.Humphrey. Because as far as I’m concerned, this show has turned into a New York wealthy version of The Brady Bunch.  Read More »

The Sundance Film Festival is one of the most anticipated events of the year, especially for random D-List celebrities that haven’t gotten an invite to anything except Dr. Drew’s sober house since the late ’90s. I mean, what’s Andrew Keegan doing there?

But seriously, Sundance is a huge event for the movie industry and everyone who’s anyone flocks to Park City, Utah for all the free swag the exhibition of 200 new films, live music performances, panel discussions with filmmakers, innovative media installations, and, of course, ridiculous parties! And since we didn’t quite make the guest list (damn you, Keegan, for taking the last spot!), we’re forced to live vicariously through the fabulous people who did. So here’s a taste of the celebrity eye candy hanging out and hitting up the free stuff the slopes at this year’s Sundance Film Festival!

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If I fell into a Dunkin Donut coma for five years and someone gave me this month’s Maxim magazine upon opening my eyes (and requesting a Boston Creme), I would immediately want a beer, a boob job, and a witty man-child that could tell me jokes all the time (or just all day during V-Day, while he fed me bites of deep dish Chicago pizza).

All in all, this magazine makes me want to be a brand new woman.  A woman that understands what men truly like in tools and snowmobiles, how to defeat Call of Duty Black Ops, where to find the best American bars and how to get laid and live forever.

Aren’t those things just the sneaky little tidbits every girl wants to know about…?

If I had that capacity as a women (to authentically care who the first person was to catch a touchdown at the Super Bowl) I feel like I would find so many more opportunities in life.  Opportunities that presented themselves in the form of men that wanted to worship me, that is.

If only I could spew out cool facts and advice just like Maxim does…or become as ballsy as Spanish women who, according to Maxim, are two times more likely to hit on men than American women. (Maybe it’s got something to do with their culture, but I have a feeling that has more to do with the fact that every word in the Spanish language is just sexier than their American counterparts.  Take the word ‘poop’ for example. Translate it into Spanish and – boom! – you have ‘caca.’  Instantly more sexy.  Or maybe that’s just me…) Or master the  ‘Maxim sultry pose,’ or, as I like to call it, ‘The Maxim Sauce.’  Nearly every nakie chick in the magazine encourages me to try to smile with my eyes (like Tyra taught me) and lay sideways on my bed so my thighs don’t touch and my arm flab sits effortlessly behind my rib cage. Read More »

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