Who Will Be The Next Rebecca Black?

Welp, Rebecca Black’s “Friday” video mysteriously disappeared from YouTube this past weekend after she claimed rights to the video’s release. Not that anyone’s upset or anything. I mean–the vid almost reached 168 MILLION views before it was taken down. I’m proud to say I contributed a whole two views to that count. Let’s be honest, the video is somewhat painful to watch. But the song is painstakingly…catchy? Embarrassing admission: I find myself fighting the urge to post a Rebecca Black line to my twitter account every…single…Friday. (Please, don’t judge me. You’ve done it too!) So now that Becca Black (yes, I’ve taken it upon myself to give her a nickname, as if we’re friends) has surpassed YouTube superstardom: who will take her place? We’re counting down our list of the top 6 next Becca Black tween phenomena. Tell us who your fave is in the comments below! And when you’re done, be sure to check out Becca Black’s newest song “My Moment” here.

P.S.-Am I the only one that thinks that old Pato rapper guy that keeps showing up in all these little girls’ videos is especially creepy? Since when is it normal for all 14 year-olds to have 40 year old rapper friends? Oh that’s right, IT ISN’T. He gets 5 stars on my ultimate creep scale. Read More »


I Want a Boyfriend

slogantee2.JPG“My Boyfriend” is a phrase many of us single ladies would like to add to our vocabulary.

Some of us are the Charlottes who are happy knowing at the end of the day there is a guy that will be thinking about us before we fall asleep. Some of us are the Samanthas who are happy knowing we have a guy we can shag before we fall asleep. Ahh, and then there are those in between-ers like myself. We want someone to love and shag us before we tuck in for the night.

Whichever category you fall into, it’s no wonder we’re all looking for that special person to “complete” us.

Having a boyfriend brings about a sense of pride and accomplishment. It gives us all feelings of worth, self esteem and validation. Oh, and a serious case of the butterflies.

As sad as that may be, it’s the truth. Sure, the powerful and independent woman can find all of that on her own, but the fact is we’ve been taught our whole lives to want a boyfriend. Case in point: romantic movies. Those friggin’ things don’t do jack sh!t for a single girl besides motivate those starry-eyed expectations of how the majority of real guys act. Homegirl, I’m not talkin’ only about movies along the lines of “The Notebook” either. Those Disney Princess movies of carpet rides and glass slippers laced our childhood hopes of boyfriends with metaphorical crack before we got our training wheels off.

So yes, I want a boyfriend! You want a boyfriend! Your dog wants a boyfriend! Read More »


Shy in Class? How to Get the Courage

classroom-group.JPGClass can be…well, for lack of a better word, intimidating. All those people you don’t know, the professor standing up, and the larger than life classrooms (if you went to a big school like mine!) are a huge step from the small, comforting, friend-filled high school classrooms you’re used to.

Lots of times, when you’re in a new class in college, you can feel overwhelmed, embarrassed, and hesitant to speak up and give your two cents.

Unfortunately, slinking into the last row doesn’t always work; lots of classes base a part of your grade on participation, so speaking up is necessary. But, everyone gets those butterflies – the fear of being wrong or of giving the wrong impression is scarring and, for lots of people, a risk not worth taking.

I had a Psychology class my freshman year of over 550 people. Seriously, seriously scary. I never said a word. Sat there with my nose in the books and kept quiet until one day when the professor polled the entire class. Simple enough, right? Well, when I shot my hand up, face down of course, I noticed the room got extremely quiet. I looked up and realized that, out of 550 people, I was the only person who had raised a hand. So the professor asked me to stand up and explain why. It was then or never, so I got up, legs a little wobbly, and grew the courage to speak up. Read More »