• The Jersey Shore kids like to fight. A lot. • Which Glee girl are you? • What does your drink of choice say about you? • Miley gave a (gay) guy a lap dance. SO WHAT?! • Would you wear cat eye sunglasses? • Larry King isn't getting divorced (again) after all.
Much like boat shoes, chambray and shortening words, celibacy is now officially trendy. You heard me: celibacy. Trendy. Totes. Lady Gaga and Courtney Love are doing it. Or, well, not doing it, I suppose. But it's not only them. According to a new article in the New York Post, bands of women are going celibate, claiming it makes them happy.
Would You Rather be able to go back in time and fix a mistake you made and possibly change the course of your life OR get a glimpse of your future but not be able to change anything about it?
• Anne Hathaway sure knows how to pick 'em. • A little financial advice for new grads. • Lindsay Phillips is a fashion genius. • E*Trade shows Lindsay Lohan who's boss. • Lady Gaga will tour forever and ever.... • Ole Miss hops on the flash mob bandwagon.
Um. Wow. I've been sitting here for ten minutes and I have no idea what the eff just happened on The Hills. And I watched it twice. All I know is I am enraged, so I'm gonna do like Heidi says (which is actually the only thing robot Heidi says) and take a breath.
• Oh no. Now Tyra is going to write?! • Wow! Sex is getting dangerous. • Playboy is going 3D?! • Aaaaand things have gotten even worse for Lilo. • More nominations for T. Swift. Shocking. • This pic makes our hearts melt.
A constant complaint we girls have is that men “don’t talk," that they “never tell us how they really feel,” and anyone who's ever interacted with a dude knows its pretty unusual to see one cry. And sometimes that gets frustrating and we just want our guy to share his emotions. We don’t want to date a robot; we want a guy with feelings. We know they're in there somewhere and we just need a little somethin' somethin' to bring 'em out.
After being pretty much ignored forever years, the Miss USA pageant is making headlines once again. Last year it was Carrie Prejean with her homophobic comments, nudey photos and fake boobs; this time it's all 51 ladies. In racy photos. On the pageant's official website?
A year ago I was packing up my college apartment, saving my most memorable theme party costumes (sexy dining hall worker didn't go over as well as I thought it would), and crying in the most unattractive wipe-your-snot-on-your-sleeve fashion. As far as I knew it my life was completely over. I was jobless, destitute, and way too close to sober.
Glamour’s June “beauty” issue is chock full of ish that is awesome (hello, glitter, sexy sandals, and neon color orgy!), bad (really, three models on the cover and they all pretty much look the same?), and ugly (jelly sandals definitely do not need to make a comeback. Was I the only one whose feet were always totally wrecked after wearing them?).
The highest-paid child actor on TV doesn't star on a Disney Channel show. Nor does he headline one of Nickelodeon's many kid-friendly programs. The highest paid child actor on TV actually stars on the CBS hit show, 'Two and a Half Men.' His name is Angus T. Jones and he makes a whopping $250,000 per episode.
For some reason, I was under the impression that last night's Gossip Girl was the season finale. Imagine my horror, then, when the show ended and I thought I'd have to wait a whole 4 months to find out if Blair met Chuck at the top of the Empire State Building, if Nate and Jenny got. it. onnnnnn., and if Jenny then decided to pack up her extensions and haul ass out of New York.
• I see London, I see France, I see Gaga's...... • $25 for 5 healthy lunches? Sign us up! • What gets Kristen Stewart's panties in a bunch? • 10 fast foods that won't ruin your diet. • Who can't keep it in his pants this week? • Rihanna's gettin' NAUGHTY.
As I sit elbow-deep in final papers, projects and exams that are all due within the next week, saying I'm counting down the seconds until the end of the semester is the understatement of the year. No. Of the century. But if I relayed that fact to my senior friends that are actually graduating in a couple of weeks, they'd smack me.
With all the free time and sunshine that summer brings, there’s no better time to pile in the car with your friends and take a...
Do you remember the good ol' days freshman year? Sitting nervously in front of your laptop on a Sunday morning, awaiting the moment your friends would post the infamous pictures from the weekend? Then, it happens. At around noon, after a long breakfast spent reminiscing in the cafeteria Facebook explodes with album after album of weekend adventures.
Some call this a fail, we call it a total win. Call us immature (it's better than the other things people have been calling us), but this is funny. I mean, penis? On the front page of the newspaper? Ha! That's funny! And genius.
* Did Betty White totally save SNL? * But wait! There's more Betty! * We are totes lovin' these bucket bags. * Why is Jakey so lonely? I'll be his friend! * Sonia Kashuk's doin' nails! * Gleeks take over Seattle.
Well, most likely not to you, but to that fabulous woman who pushed your giant head out of their little birth canal raised you, taught you, loves you and continues to support dollar pitcher nights you. She's pretty fantastic, right?
Freshman year actually scares me. Like, for real. The things I did make me wonder how I ever survived it. And here is a story that will make you wonder the same thing. This particular tale takes place on a Wednesday. The day before a big Philosophy exam.
As of right now, I have been in the library for a duration of eleven hours. Working on one paper. I left for an hour to steal a free hot dog from a baseball game on campus. This is my life. And it's probably yours if you are stuck in the tornado of finals week, sucking the fun out of our lives.
OK seriously, this cheating business is getting out of hand. Before you know it, half of Hollywood is going to be in rehab for their self-diagnosed "sex addictions." When will they learn that just because you're famous it doesn't mean you do whatever you want? Oh wait, they won't.
Nothing can turn a confident girl into a insecure mess faster than bathing suit season. Suddenly every mirror you look into turns into a fun house mirror of horrors. When did your stomach get so flabby and when did your skin turn translucent?
I don't know what's worse about this video - the fact that Kiely Williams is a former Disney Cheetah Girl, the lyrics ("Last I remember I was face down, ass up, clothes off...."), the booty dancing on a random brick wall, or the naked dude's butt taking up a good 30% of the video.
It looks like genetics have screwed me again. A new study out of Cornell has proven the obvious that big boobs mean bigger tips for waitresses.