There's a new plague making its way across college campuses from coast to coast. Take one step into your local incorporated coffee shop, vegan restaurant, Urban Outfitters or American Apparel store and you will be afflicted. (Or blinded by all the neon spandex and overwhelming scent of cigarettes.) I'm talking, of course, about hipsters.
There's a new plague making its way across college campuses from coast to coast. Take one step into your local incorporated coffee shop, vegan restaurant, Urban Outfitters or American Apparel store and you will be afflicted.
Between Deena being constipated and weighing 40 lbs more than the first episode, someone losing their "dirty drawers" (my money's on Snooks....) and the boys sticking poo poo pads under Deena's pillow only to later find them under their own, this ep should have just been called "Sh*ts and Giggles...and Ronnie Tears."'
What better way to spend Valentine's Day than at New York Fashion Week? When boys fail, fashion rules. In the famous Lincoln Center Theater on February 14th, Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week showcased the fashion show of the season from the iconic Betsey Johnson. Our friends at Rowenta treated us to an extra-special night of floral prints, celebrities galore, crazy kooky hair and catwalk cartwheels.
I'm so glad we were treated to yet another episode of Maury... I mean, Jerry Springer... I mean, The Jersey Shore: Sam/Ron edition part 5023. We are finally treated to The Situation's first (and only) wise words: "Just break the f*ck up already" and we just couldn't agree more.
For last night's delightful mid-season, "let's just show 15 minutes of party footage and a few gratuitous shots of JWoww's body" episode, I decided to consult my most brilliant pop-culture dude friend to get some input from the male perspective on the whole matter. From Deenasaurus to Sam and Ron's dysfunction, we cover it all.
Once Upon a Time, we are brought back to the greasy, dirty (city? town? state?) Kingdom of Long Island (why God, why?)... the land of disasters and stolen beds. Our heroines, Snookers and JWoww are raiding what Tom's left in the house. Stealing a BED? Chop his nuts off, Snook! The princesses collect Jenni's 17 fluffy puppies and bring them back to the Sleazeside Heights Palace.
I personally look to JWoww for most social cues, particularly her taste in pasties and the fact that she's opted to develop a tranny voice with Newports. Those are things that I admire in a woman. Which is why I was thrilled when MTV decided to devote an entire episode this season to her.
Oh. My. Guido. After a hard two months away from these tri-state tanning terrors, they've finally, FINALLY returned. Unless you haven't noticed our entire crew of juiceheads, grenades and gorillas gracing the cover of every magazine and headlining every gossip blog.
That's right CollegeCandyites, the time has come once again for our favorite bunch of swearing, drinking, and skanky kids to premiere their show on MTV tonight. No, I'm not talking about "Teen Mom," I'm of course referring to the Seaside Heights gang that we watched tear up South Beach just a couple months ago.
After dealing with the turmoil of a breakup, the impending holiday season, the bitter cold and the death of my beloved aunt, the only thing getting me through were my workouts. That's right, while the rest of the world was going for pumpkin pie, I was skipping dessert and smashing up the elliptical.
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So I've made it through week two, and surprisingly, it's gotten better every day. I've been pushing myself and have discovered the joys of OnDemand exercise videos featuring Jillian Michaels, which I use to warm up before I put in my time at the gym. I asked you all last week for some tips and tricks to get through this and I was overwhelmed with the responses.
How often do I go to the gym lately? I guess I would use the word "sparingly." Since starting a full-time job, my fitness has taken a backseat to schoolwork, regular work and all the lovely stresses of living in New York City. Never mind the fact that I live in an apartment building with a gym.
Since last week's letdown of an episode, it's time to come to terms with the fact that Jersey Shore is no more. At least until January. You might be asking yourself, "But, but, but how am I ever going to get my Jersey fix without my eight seven lovable guidos/guidettes entertaining me on Thursday nights?"
Other than, "OH YEAH, EVERGLADES, YEAH" it was really difficult for me to take anything away from last night's episode of Jersey Shore. Are we seriously dealing with a finale right now? I would've rather been watching South Park's ripoff of the Jersey cast....
Last night's episode of the Jersey Shore finally put the last nail in the Mike "The Situation" Sorrentino coffin. Oh well, at least he has mad cooking skills to compete in Top Chef. I personally was heartbroken watching him go from house Papa Bear to ultimate entitled creepshow.
Was I watching an episode of Jersey Shore or "Antiques Roadshow" last night? It was hard to tell due to the fact that the show was so dull I almost felt like checking to see what was on PBS. No offense to you PBS, but you're not exactly bringing in the fist pumps every week.
We had many, many thoughts going into this episode. Many questions about how the Snooki/Angelina throwdown would go down. Questions on if Tee-Shirt time would make another appearance (it did). Questions if Pauly would, yet again, be a human alarm clock with a crazy Kool-Aid man "OH YEAHHHH!" voice (he was).
he first day of fall came only a week ago and I've already stuffed all my shorts into a duffel and shoved them under my bed. Nothing, I tell you, nothing (okay, other than Starbucks Pumpkin Spice Lattes), is more enticing about fall than the clothing choices. I mean, where to start?
I dealt with my parents' divorce throughout senior year of high school and tried to handle it the best I could. Now I need to deal with my dad walking down the aisle. A woman who happens to be his former assistant, twenty years his junior and "close family friend" while my parents were married.
It's Monday. It's 9 AM. I really, really hate my life right now. The week ahead of me has nothing but schoolwork, actual work, an overwhelming TV schedule, events and encroaching cold, rainy weather. I wake up late on Mondays (okay, almost every day). My shirt might be on inside out, but who knows - my eyes are too bleary to look in a mirror.
Let's be serious, this year's VMA's were quite lackluster. And not just because I didn't report on the red carpet this year. I expected to tune in for the lolz, dramz and maybe a few interruptions or two.
o we open on JWoww setting Sammi's face like a volleyball and Sammi throwing a spike right back at JWoww's kisser. Where to begin here? The entire episode was so cram-packed with drama, fighting and backstabbing that it's nearly impossible to recap every glorious moment of it.
This week I've decided to list the 10 jobs that totally deserve to sleep in past noon this Monday, Labor Day. Why is it even called Labor Day? Shouldn't it be Not-Labor Day? But I digress. Some people deserve a break for all they do/deal with on a daily basis. I don't have the power to give it to them, but maybe they'll note my appreciation and hook me up in the future.
Let me just open with a bold statement: Ron and Sammi need to get off my television, ASAP. Their negativity is clogging up the screen and prohibiting Snooki from getting her fist pump on. Seriously, get these two epic losers off of MTV before I JWoww their whiny behinds.
Love 'em, hate 'em, or love to Ice 'em, bros are weighing heavy on CollegeCandy's mind lately. Look no further than your local college campus or frat party to find the bro of your dreams. I think what's so great about bros is that you just have such a diversity. From frat bros to sensitive guitar-playing bros to the chill smoker bro, there's a bro for everyone.
Okay, when did the Jersey Shore become about heartfelt "feelings" and "emotions" instead of bar fights, beating the beat and smushing? SERIOUSLY. Thank goodness we had MVP running a very serious game plan last night about how they were going to maneuver three girls and a grenade to get us through the hour.
Who can't help but love the dysfunction of the Jersey Shore? This week, the gang (I feel like we're opening a summary of Scooby Doo. Come on - Snookie, Scooby... same thing?) deals with some hard-hitting moral dilemmas.
About 90% of the time, I heart my boyfriend. He's so great to me, he's adorable and it's just an all-around nice time being in a healthy, normal relationship. I love him. I love him. I really love him. (I just want to make sure I'm clear here.) I love him so much we've taken the big step to move in together, which made sense considering how much time he was staying over my apartment.
Is anyone else seeing a darker side of the Jersey Shore this season? No? Just me? Maybe I should take off my sunglasses when I'm inside. Ahhhh, much better. So far this season on J.S. there has been one underlying theme making its way through Miami: smush or get smushed. When you're smushin', you're crushing it, you're lookin good, you're rocking GTL and just ruling South Beach.
Yes, we know summertime can be oh-so-sweet, but now it's August and summer's winding down with school just around the corner. As much as summer rules, from the beach to margaritas, there are so many perks to heading back to campus and gearing up for classes.
After discovering that Justin Timberlake's restaurant, Southern Hospitality in NYC serves fried pickles, I obviously dragged my roommate, whom I lovingly refer to as JWowww, before last night's new episode of Jersey Shore. Snooki was right: they totally take pickles to the next level. And leave me completely nauseous and unable to fistpump for the rest of the night.
Who doesn't love a good summer blockbuster? On those dreary, rainy summer days, sometimes all you want to do is head to your local movie theater with some friends (or the bf) and shove popcorn in your face while Leonardo DiCaprio confuses you entertains you for 2.5 hours.
First and foremost, this has been the most anticipated show of the year for me. Needless to say, episode one of the Jersey Shore did not disappoint. From the first ten minutes (which we already saw) to the last, it was chock-full of immobile hair, grainy over-contrasted filter shots, super fruity blended drinks and fist pumps galore.
Everybody has a breakdown once in a while. Whether it's being over-stressed from school or just because they ran out of your favorite ice cream at the grocery store (Starbucks Java Chip Frappucino WAHHHHHH!), it's normal to melt down every now and then.