One of the easiest ways to send me into a rage blackout is to start slut shaming anyone.

Our society has incredibly dysfunctional, scary, and repressive ways of approaching sexuality, especially female sexuality. If we dare to step outside those narrowly defined boundaries, society finds it completely acceptable to hurl words like “slut” and “whore” at us. We’re called sluts for endless reasons: our hair is too big, our nails are too red, we wear too much glitter, our skirts are too short, we look like we may enjoy giving blow jobs, we dance too suggestively, our sense is humor is too raunchy, we like casual sex, we talk about sex, we’re not ashamed of our breasts and vaginas…the list could go on for ever. We all know a lot of men who hate women, and will find any excuse to brand women as sluts.

But there are far too many women who openly buy into those standards and hyper-judge other women.

The other day, I read a CC article giving advice on how to be sexy and not whorey. This attitude merely perpetuates the idea that women can’t openly enjoy sex. Indicating you enjoy sex doesn’t mean you want to have sex with everyone, and it certainly doesn’t mean you’re reckless and riddled with sexually transmitted diseases. (Sidebar: 80 percent of sexually active adults will contract at least one STD in their lifetime, so maybe we should stop stigmatizing them). And maybe women wear high heels because they make our legs look long and give us an extra boost of fierce confidence, not because we’re walking street corners hoping to lure some sucker into paying $50 for a BJ. And perhaps we wear cropped shirts because our stomachs may never be this flat and toned again, so why not relish it and show it off? Read More »

The sun is shining. The birds are chirping. And I’m finally able to put the big winter coat away. It’s time for iced caramel macchiatos and driving with the windows open and the music blasting. It’s time for spring.

Well…almost.

For me it won’t quite be spring until I’ve done my spring shopping. And I plan to do a lot of spring shopping. Bright colors. Neutral shoes. 70s inspired shirts. Lady like pieces. Long skirts. So much to choose from. And so little cash. Sigh. I guess I’ll have to stick with my top five. These are the spring trends I just can’t live without. And you shouldn’t either. Read More »

Didn’t it totally suck when your mom used to make you practice piano and do your homework and go to bed early on school nights!? And you were all like “you’re the worst mom in the world, I hate you!”

Well, NEWSFLASH, you were wrong.

Your mom wasn’t the worst in the world. (Even if she was the only mom who insisted those organic fruit roll-ups tasted the same as the good ones all the other kids had.) That honor goes to Kerry Campell, a British woman who not only injects botox into her 8-year-old daughter’s face, but also waxes her hairlesss. You might say, “wait a sec, 8-year-olds, don’t have hair!” You’re right. But Kerry is covering all her bases by waxing her daughter’s pubic area now to hopefully stop future hair growth. Why is this woman torturing her daughter? Uh, so she can be famous one day. DUH!

Luckily for Kerry Campbell, her daughter is about to get famous a whole lot sooner than “one day.” Nothing like being exposed as the worst mom in the world to rocket your daughter into the spotlight.

Lindsay Lohan is a classic example of a child star gone wrong. She’s the black sheep of Disney,  Hollywood and the fashion world. She’s done it all: DUIs, rehab, drug possession, rehab, daddy issues, drunken Twitter arguments with her girlfriend, rehab…again.

Homegirl’s dealing with some very serious issues and with her latest shoplifting debacle, she’s hit rock bottom.

The threat of jail time (again) is looking pretty inevitable and Lindsay’s been doing everything in her power to turn her life around – including an attempt to quit smoking – but nothing seems to be helping. And now it’s time for drastic measures. What’s Lindsay’s latest plan to get back on top? Well, let’s just say it’s less than impressive.

One of the most awkward moments in a college student’s life is the reunion; you know, the run-in/re-introduction/avoidance that can only come following a random hook up. It is one of the many moments in college that we try to avoid, this one being up there with “hangover for an exam” and “beer poop in the library.”

Unfortunately, it is a moment we all must embrace and take in stride if we ever want to move on…or do it again.

So, how does one handle the reunion? Is there a way to make this interaction awkward free, or are we doomed to spend the rest of our college days hiding in corners and avoiding any place that may hold people of the opposite sex? I can’t tell you what you should do, but I can speak from experience in telling you what you should not do under any circumstances, no matter how good of an idea you think it is at the time. Read More »

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After seeing previews showing Snooki doing cartwheels and JWoww and Roger having ‘the talk’, I can’t even tell you how excited I was for last night’s season finale of Jersey Shore. I planned my whole night around it. I skipped yoga to be home to watch it. Hell, I skipped $1 beer night! And what did I get in return?

Nothing.

OK, so I did get to see what JWoww’s dad looks like. Holy hell, that girl was adopted, right? I mean the guy is BLONDE. And PALE. There’s no way they are biologically connected. And I got to see Snooki’s cooka. And Ron’s ugly crying face. And Deena make not one but two grilled cheese sandwiches for Vinny. But that’s it.

Last night, as I sat curled under a blanket with some microwave lasagna on my lap (it seemed appropriate), I couldn’t help but miss the glory days of Seaside. Remember when the crew used to go to the club and beat the beat? Remember when family dinners weren’t awkwardly silent? Remember when 85% of every episode didn’t sound a little something like this: Read More »

Boys, boys, boys. Here at CollegeCandy, we love them. A lot. And being that we have a lot of time on our hands to search for them on the web, we thought we’d use it to our advantage and yours and bring you a little eye candy that not only makes us drool but also tugs at our heartstrings. So here’s your chance to meet some of the most talented guys in the world…who rock. Like, for real. (They’re musicians, people.)

Name: Steve Ertl
Age: 25
Location: Fort Collins, CO
Type of Music: Acoustic
Why He Rocks: Watch the guy sing. If he doesn’t steal your heart by the pure sound of his voice, then we don’t know what will. Talented, charming… What else can a girl want?

Have you been singing all your life?
I think so. I’ve always been drawn to the stereo speakers. My earliest memories are of sitting in front of my parents’ record player, jamming out to old-school country music. I was always amazed by my dad’s ability to whistle a tune perfectly… I couldn’t whistle (still can’t), so I guess I just picked up singing by default.

Why did you decide to start putting up videos on YouTube?
I remember the first video I posted took me about 3 days to finally upload. I suppose I was pretty nervous about the feedback I’d get. I don’t know, self-expression? I definitely think about the other artists I’ve found on YouTube, and the way their music has inspired me— I just thought if I could have any sort of positive impact on a viewer, then maybe, I’d have done my part in the world. Read More »

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I am a brand name brat. I’ll admit it. When it came time to look for colleges junior year, I knew that I had exactly three criteria: small, private, in the northeast.

Not only did I think that these criteria would lead me to my dream education and job (let alone dream hubby), I thought that it was exactly what I wanted. I wanted a school that immediately got raised eyebrows and “wow she’s smart!” expressions when I said the name.

And on I went on my quest to get into my dream school. I wrote draft after draft of my entrance essays, perfected my SAT scores, secured the perfect recommendations, and continued all of my volunteer work throughout the whole process. I thought I had it down pat. I applied to 9 schools — 2 of which I was rejected from, 3 of which I was wait listed at, and 4 I just didn’t care about, even though I received acceptance letters to attend them. I had my heart set on attending one of my wait list schools. So I had alumni letters sent, calls made, and interviews set up. I didn’t know what to do. My boyfriend at the time had gotten in, and I knew his credentials only read “father is alumni who donates lots of money,” so I was a little more than bitter. That’s when I started to think that maybe it wasn’t  the right place for me. Read More »