The 4th of July. No work, no worries, and a full day dedicated to barbequing and relaxing. I can think of no better way to celebrate independence from our current best ally than sitting on a back porch (or fire escape, whichever suits your needs) and drinking a nice cool glass of something alcoholic.

Have I got the perfect girly cocktail for those 4th of July needs. It’s chilled, fruity, and when served with blueberries and a hint of whipped cream, it’s patriotic.

Watermelon Mellow

• 8 cups diced watermelon (about 1/2 of a small watermelon, plus slices for garnish)

• 8 ounces lemon vodka (make sure it’s chilled)

• 7 ounces simple syrup*

• 1 can coconut juice

• 1 lemon

Put your diced watermelon in the freezer for 30 minutes. Afterwards, put all the ingredients in a blender and mix until smooth. Read More »

Fill in the blank: the bigger the ______, the better the sex.

Get your minds out of the gutter, girls.

Apparently, a big, healthy brain is the underground key to a steamy sex life.

In a recent article, Dr. Daniel Amen claims that sex—for the most part—occurs in the brain, specifically the part of the brain considered “the seat of orgasms” which he calls “the B-spot.” The brain, the biggest and most responsive organ in the body, has the power to intensify your sexual pleasure, according to Amen, an O.C.-based clinical psychiatrist

Have we spent all this time trying to satisfy the G-spot when the B-spot is really responsible for great sex? Amen would answer in the affirmative. “To have a great sex life, you have to have a great brain,” Amen told The Columbus Dispatch.

And what exactly are the characteristics of a “great brain?” Well, brain eminence can be achieved via ordinary good health practices: aerobic exercise and a healthy diet. Read More »

Parties are fun. They’re even more fun when they’re outside. Whether you’re a bonfire enthusiast, a backwoods aficionado, a raging – kegger – at – someone’s – house – where – something – valuable – always – gets – broken frequenter, or a small porch gathering kinda gal, there’s no arguing that summer puts the S (sound) in celebration.

During these warm months, there’s no Public Safety vehicle to worry about, no possibility of getting caught with a cocktail in your dorm room, and no cute guy across the hall to worry about when you wake up the next morning looking and feeling like hell. These summer perks have their downsides, however. Downsides! You say, downsides to complete freedom? Come on, as if! (I’ve decided your inner thoughts sound a lot like Cher in Clueless)

But really, ladies, there are a few things that can put a damper on a sizzling good time. That’s why Summer Do’s and Don’ts is back, freshly coated in SPF 15 and fake tanner, to bring you Summer Do’s and Don’ts: Summer Parties.

Do make sure you know the place and the person who’s throwing this shindig. House parties are much more frequent now, and the amount of people you’ve met in college combined with the amount of people your friends have met usually means you will find yourself at a place that is the very opposite of familiar to you. If you’re going to a friend of a friend’s house or apartment, find out their name and the address of the place. Get your own directions, even if you’re going with people. Be self sufficient and prepared.

Do bring your cell phone. I don’t care if you’d rather not be carrying a purse all night, a cell phone is a must at any and all parties. Especially those parties that take place in the woods or at a stranger’s house.

Don’t put your cell in your back pocket. Phone + back pocket + being tipsy + going pee = phone in the toilet. I’ve lost 2 phones this way (yet never admitted to Verizon why it looks as though the phone has been dunked in water). Learn from my mistake. Read More »

I have spent the past week– my last real week of college EVER– coughing, sneezing, and sounding like a fifty-year-old chain smoker whenever I speak. This was not exactly the best time for me to come down with a sudden illness. While everyone else was out at the bars each night soaking up every last bit of freedom college has to offer, I was in bed wiping my nose and trying to sleep off my splitting headache.

But, I refused to miss out on senior festivities this weekend. In general, I consider myself a pretty healthy person and I don’t get sick very often. Therefore, I am completely clueless when it comes to which over the counter medications I should take, how much I should take, and how often. Luckily for me, one of my roommates is a walking medicine cabinet and provided me with a different drug to combat each of my symptoms.

The one thing I quickly realized was that these medications caused me to have a very different reaction to alcohol.

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Fact. When you sign up for Myspace, you have control over the privacy on your account.

Fact. No one forces your profile and pictures to be seen by everyone. You can choose the option if you want, but you can also choose to only show your friends and/or those you accept.

Fact. Millersville student, Stacy Snyder, must have been unaware of these things. Either that, or she’s a moron. I’ll choose the latter.

MSN.com reports the story of Snyder, who was on track to receive a degree in teaching. Everything was going according to plan. That is, until the university discovered her Myspace pictures. And no, they were not pictures of her and her family enjoying a lovely picnic at the park, or photos of her dancing at a nice ballet recital, or of her standing in front of the Washington Monument, holding her hand out to appear as though she’s holding the tiny little monument in her hand, like this. They were pictures of her, wasted at a Halloween party, wearing a pirate costume, with a drink in her hand and the caption, “Drunken Pirate.”

Millersville refused her education degree the night before graduation (what a DISS!) and gave her an English degree instead, because the school said that she “promoted underage drinking.” Read More »

No matter who you are, no matter what you wear or how many scented candles you light, the first time you and that hot piece of ass sleep together is gonna be awkward. Just a festival of oops and oh! and huh?

I’m sure it’ll be awesome too. Hot. Dreamy. All that. But it’s also gonna be clumsy. Sure, you’ve done it before, but not with this person. You don’t know what they’re like. Maybe you don’t even know what they’re like under those clothes. They could have their own way of doing things. Their own homemade positions. Inclinations. Rhythms. One minute it’s familiar territory and the next you’re hanging upside down with chocolate sauce all over you and its cool and everything but also really confusing.

No one likes uncomfortable situations. Me especially. I can spy an unwieldy circumstance from miles away, and once spotted, it’s impossible to make me deal with it. Strange people with funny breathing problems? I turn and run. Crazy couple having a giant fight in the middle of the sidewalk? I take a detour. A good friend trying to squeeze into a tube top that makes her armpit fat goosh out everywhere? I look away—and then tell her to change with my eyes closed. Read More »