Erin Fetherston for Target!

I don’t know if any of you saw The Hills this week, but if you did manage to catch it, did you notice something unusual?

There was an entire commercial break dedicated to Erin Fetherston’s new line debuting at Target on November 18th! Talk about creating a buzz and “targeting” (sorry, I had to) your demographic!

That said, I may or may not be leaving the city and heading to my parents house in Pennsylvania this weekend. I may or may not be doing so to do a little pre-Black Friday shopping.

This may or may not involve a trip to a (huge) Target store in Delaware in order to land a few pieces from the new line.

Don’t call me pathetic! First of all, it’s smart so don’t hate. Two, if you know anything about New York City you know that Targets do exist (in the Bronx and Queens…no thanks) but like many urban superstores, they are so picked through that there’s no way I’d find anything. Especially in my size.

Why am I making this seemingly useless trip? Well, have you seen the line? It’s absolutely adorable. But not in a little girl way. It’s really just effortless and playful…exactly my style. Read More »


Lunchtime Links: Brooklyn Sucks

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• Authorities in Park Slope say that a little girl who draws on the sidewalk is to be fined for graffiti. Well, good! I needed just one more reason to think that Brooklyn is totally, totally lame. (Brooklyn Press)

• Pirates vs Zombies! Apparently, they couldn’t wait two more weeks. (Pioneer Press)

• Best/worst quote of the week: “[She was] Just holding the baby out of the window and I was like ‘Oh no … no … no.’” (Baynews9.com)

• Kinda like the story above, except reverse! I can’t help but think the little guy is adorable (and a better driver than me!). (Yahoo!)

• Parents who sign their kids up for pole dancing lessons are f*cking idiots…but, like, if you’re 9 years old and dancing on a pole while your other friends are playing T-Ball…wouldn’t you kinda know something isn’t quite right? (COED Magazine)


News Flash! Take the Bar Home from the Bar! Perfect.

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 In lieu of a daily “Things That Make You Say Awwww”, here’s a story that’s way cuter than any hampster with a helmet on his head. (KSAT San Antonio)

A lesson to all college students: Beer guzzling frat boys never change. Want proof? Click the link. (11Alive.com)

Cop arrests fast food worker for making his burger too salty. Worst. Cop. Ever. (myfoxatlanta.com)

An Albainian artist has created a massive mosiac made entirely of toothpicks. Is this impressive or sad? Anyone know? (News.com.au)

Drunk and need to get home? Forget a cab…take a bar powered by pedals! Yes, this is real. (thisislondon.co.uk)


Michael Cera, a.k.a Cutey McCuterson

michael cera superbadOver the weekend, my boyfriend and I went to see Superbad, and even he had a Man Crush on Michael Cera.

And lately, who doesn’t? Girls are going nuts over this guy!

The only other thing y’all would have really seen him in was as the awkward, nervous and hilarious George-Michael Bluth in Arrested Development, but now that Superbad is a hit, he’s gonna be everywhere.

Seriously, how cute is he?

His character in Superbad, Evan, is adorably dorky yet totally likable. In my opinion, he completely makes the movie. All of his lines are funny, and he delivers them awesomely. He’s got that shy confidence that could easily pull Becca, his on-screen crush, in real life, if he wanted to.

Radar has a great interview with the 19-year-old Canadian cutie you can check out here, where he talks about using game on the ladies and living with the ‘rents. Read More »


My Love Got Off at 34th Street: A Missed Connection

comp.jpgSo, I did it. I bit the bullet and posted a Missed Connection.

I couldn’t help myself. I had seen a cute boy on the subway. Adorable, actually. This kid was everything I had been hoping New York would have tucked away in one of its dirty, graffiti covered apartments. Everything I had dreamed I’d softly bump into one of these sultry nights on 2nd Avenue.

He wasn’t a skinny, nauseatingly dressed Hipster. He wasn’t a gelled Wallstreeter secretly hiding a yellowed wife-beater under a polished polo. He wasn’t a moody artist wearing eyeliner and hunching over a notebook covered in scrawling of his pain. He was adorably normal. Sweetly natural. Still un-New York-ified. Just like me.

I saw him on the R train heading uptown. The moment I sat down and spied him I became consumed with sneaking looks at his tired, boyish face. He was dressed like he worked in some kind of uptown office, black pants a little too short for his lanky legs, old school headphones perched atop endearingly tousled brown hair. For 15 minutes I looked at him whenever he looked somewhere else.

All too soon he got off. I tried to watch him leave, but my vision was blocked by a marvelously fat guy and his incredibly giant lunch bag. 15 minutes was hardly long enough. I wanted more time with this specimen of cuteness. Read More »