I understand that fashion is completely subjective, but these Haute Couture designs seem like something that would worry Tim Gun and have Michael Kors shaking his overly tanned head. Giant ruffles? Boxy shapes? All those nip slips? This is the best these fashion legacies have to offer? And we’re supposed to love it?

It’s been a long night. The only thing on your mind is throwing the 12 decorative pillows (that your mom insisted you buy) off your big comfy bed and burying yourself under that warm, fluffy blanket.

It used to be that reality shows were reserved for D-List celebrities and rich, catty, bored, Botoxed housewives. But not anymore. Just ask YouTube sensation Antoine Dodson.

Your best friend totally stabbed you in the back…again. You don’t even know why you are friends with her anymore. Ok, so she is really fun to go out with and is the best person to lay in bed and watch a movie with, but the back stabbing and sh*t-talking has got to stop.

It seems like a lot happened on last night’s Jersey Shore. There was fighting, t-shirt time, Karma, family dinner, work, JWOWW’s cleavage, a Sam/Ron fight and smushing. And to top it all off, there were emotional flashbacks to Miami. Holy hell, I need a vodka Red Bull just to keep up.

It seems like every day there’s a new relationship study published somewhere. One day the news lady with the helmet hair is saying that guys are attracted to curvy women; the next day she’s saying they like ‘em stick thin. One says we’re attracted to people who look like our parents. Another says we prefer someone to say something nice to us than to have sex at all.

Your hair is done, your makeup is on and your outfit is perfect. All you have to do is pack that wristlet and you’re ready to head out with your friends. Money? Check. ID? Check. Camera? Check. Before you leave, you mix a few drinks and have a mini-dance party with the girls. Two rum and Diets and a few old school Britney songs later, it’s time to head out. But not without a “SELFIE!!”

Just because your mom blasts Josh Groban’s latest CD (yeah CD…becuase she’s your mom…and you just finally convinced her to throw away her cassette collection) in her car does not mean he’s another Yonni. Quite the opposite actually. He’s a pretty funny guy who also happens to sing at just the right pitch to make menopausal middle-aged women go crazy.

You had good intentions. Sitting in your childhood bedroom for the 19th consecutive day, eating homemade cookies courtesy of your mom, with nothing stressing you out or occupying your time, you started thinking ahead to 2011. It’s a new year, you tell yourself, a new decade. There’s no better time to make some changes and improve upon yourself.

2010 was a great year for rocking out with your c*ck out music, there’s no doubt about that. We got to experience Katy Perry’s Teenage Dream and listen to Eminem recover from a drug addiction. We were introduced to Bruno Mars, got drunk to with Ke$ha and even learned to enjoy some country music courtesy of Sugarland.