Friday Faves: Should Blackout Mistakes be Forgiven?
“So can anyone tell me what went down last night?” Ahh, the magical college blackout. These words have become way-too-familiar over the past few years I’ve spent at this fine academic institution. Sunday mornings – Gatorade and a McDonald’s breakfast sandwich in hand – I sit in my living room with my roommates, attempting to piece together the events from the night before.
Friday Faves: The 6 Stages of Getting Drunk
It wouldn’t be a Friday night if you weren’t incredibly inebriated and on the verge of getting a record-breaking 10th DUI. But how did you get from your desk in the library to this high-speed car chase?

The 6 Stages of Getting Drunk
It wouldn’t be a Friday night if you weren’t incredibly inebriated and on the verge of getting a record-breaking 10th DUI. But how did you get from your desk in the library to this high-speed car chase?
If She Was Drunk, Was It Her Fault?
A few weeks ago, one CollegeCandy writer asked if blackout mistakes should be forgiven. In a similar vain, earlier this week, a Princeton student asked if we are responsible for our choices when blacked out. More specifically, when a girl is raped while drunk, is it her fault?
Blackout Mistakes: Should They be Forgiven?
“What happened last night?” Ahh, the blackout. These words have become oh-so-familiar over the past two years I’ve spent at this fine university. Sunday mornings – Gatorade and a McDonald’s breakfast sandwich in hand – I sit in my living room with my roommates, attempting to piece together the events from the night before.
I Call Bullsh*t on Chris Brown
In case you’ve been living under a rock for the past 8 months, Chris Brown was arrested and charged for assaulting his former girlfriend, Rihanna. Now, in an interview with old-man interviewer Larry King, Mr. Brown is saying that he can’t really believe it happened, as if he magically left his body and wasn’t there when the entire brawl went down.
Top 10: Worst Things a Guy Can Say the Morning After
It’s Friday night and you throw on your hottest little black dress, toss back some shots with your girlfriends and then hit the club, bar or, everyone’s favorite, the kegger. Soon you’re in a first class seat to Blackout City, and the next thing you know, you’re waking up topless in a strange bed, wearing someone’s boxers and one high heel.

Around the Web

The CC Weekly Weigh In: Looking Back On Another Year
The end of the school year is here. Good for some (everyone who gets to come back next year), horribly scary for others (seniors), and bittersweet for all. Before you tape up that last box and kiss your friends goodbye, though, take a moment to reflect on the year that was. We did, and we realized we have some great effing memories from the past 8 months.
The Morning After: The Pee Pee Night
I’ll put it plainly: On my 19th birthday, I made it my duty to get really, really drunk. It was my freshman year at school, and my parents had come up for the weekend and taken a few of my closest friends out to celebrate with us. Naturally, as is often customary when mom and dad are footing the bill, the wine was flowing for a good two hours.
Derailed by the Blackout Express?
Sunday morning, and your mouth tastes like cotton dipped in garbage and coated in tar. You immed…
The CC Weekly Weigh In: Jose’s On Our Minds
It’s amazing the things that inspire memories and thoughts. The smell of stale beer with a hint o…
Gossip Girl Recap: I’m Not a Delicate Flower…Show Me You Want Me
If there’s one thing I learned from Gossip Girl last night, it’s that you can have s…