Last week, it was revealed that one of our editors was slowly turning into her mother (gasp!). There was a lot of screaming, many tears and, finally, the acceptance that maybe we all had a little mama in us. It was bound to happen at some point – no matter how many times we told our friends to kill us when we started shhh-ing kids in movie theaters.

Sure, our mothers are great; they created us, afterall. But, there are still some awful habits we seem to be inheriting that are less than desired. This week, the CollegeCandy writers weigh in on the motherly habits creeping into their lives.

Devon – UCLA: I have to admit, I proactively try to not be my mother. But that doesn’t change the fact that I’m talking to myself out loud more and more these days…..UGH! DNA

Sara – NYU: I am slowly but surely developing a Bronx Jewish accent. I am thoroughly f*cked.

Carly – Grinnell: I cannot stop giving other people food when they come over to my apartment. I will offer them cookies, muffins, tea, chocolate, full meals–anything! If they don’t accept, I feel inadequate.

Kari – Florida State: I work at a daycare and cringe every five minutes at the things that come out of my mouth. “I don’t care who started it, but I’m here to finish it!” and “Sharing is caring” are some choice picks straight out of my Mom’s vocab. Read More »

As I was driving in my car this morning, I was listening to my favorite morning show; none other than Z100.3. As Elviz, Carolina and the rest of the gang discussed one of their many daily morning topics, I became unusually enthralled with the topic of the moment: why American women prefer British/European men to our American guys. The guys on the show were asking women to call in and explain why they prefer the European blokes to the average Joe’s of the states.

The women’s responses were varied: some said they are more romantic, better looking, the obligatory “hot” accent and a few other examples. It got me thinking though; how different can they really be? I personally have never dated someone from a different country, being born and raised in the Tri-State area myself, but listening to these women go on and on about men they dated, fell in love with, married…made me wonder if there really was a substantial difference. Read More »

VH1 was smart – rather than being trounced by the Super Bowl in the ratings (because I would have been the only one watching Rock Of Love), they made me wait a week so that I could properly heal from the blow of losing Trantastique.

…And to learn the surprising news that Daisy has probably slept with Bret. And by surprising I mean like the total opposite of surprising.

I can’t believe that she waited a whole three days.

Anyway, the house rumor that starts Episode Four is that Daisy and Bret did IT. I don’t see why everyone’s making such a big deal about it since she’s probably not going to be the only one who sleeps with Bret before this mess is all over. I laugh at my Ice Princess Kristy Joe’s camera-emphatic “Skank!” and applaud Aubry’s stretch Escalade confrontation.

This week’s challenge: the girls will be split into two teams to build a motorcycle. The lead mechanic wins a solo date, the other team members get a group date and the losing team’s head mechanic has to clean Bret’s bike with a toothbrush. Whiskey voiced Peyton is excited. Yawn. I’m not. Seriously, I’m so close to done with these annoying chicks, except for Inna, because I want to get drunk with her, and Kristy Joe, because I just like her for no good reason. Read More »

A few years ago, Match Point was on HBO. Having nothing better to do, I began watching it, and noticed a pretty hot guy I’d never seen before.

That hot guy turned out to be Jonathan Rhys Meyers, and although I ended up falling asleep before the movie ended (something about self-absorbed people and Woody Allen dialogue works better than Lunesta for me), I couldn’t forget that Irish accent and those awesome lips.

Flash forward to one odd magazine cover and a few movies later, and you’ve got someone who’s not only no longer attracted to JRM, but has developed a strange fear of seeing his face anywhere.

I don’t know what happened. I’m not sure if he lost weight, got plastic surgery, or if my taste in men has just changed drastically, but seeing the recent pictures of JRM makes me want to stay away from his new movie August Rush (even though the adorable Keri Rusell co-stars) purely because his face makes me so damn uncomfortable. Read More »