Last night’s GG episode was pretty freaking juicy. Within the first 30-seconds, we knew what party (the Senior Snowball) would be the scene of all of the cut-throat drama, and the snowball just kept rolling from there.Here’s the rundown (of the first 5 minutes):

Blair doesn’t know who to bring the Snowball, Serena meets Aaron’s ex-slash-Dan’s-instant-Snowball-date (who wants to bang Dan… go figure), and Vanessa is acting shady… could it be because after stealing Nate’s letter to Jenny, she’s been creeping with Sexkitten Archibald? After that spiel to Jenny about friendship coming first? Oh, snap. You know Gossip Girl is going to spill that news. Read More »

Amidst K-Fed’s custody battle and successfully seducing a college student in a rooftop jacuzzi, the single mom of two (innocent victims!) decided to play a quick game of Britney Bumper Cars.

Crashing into a parked car in front of dozens of paparazzi, our favorite Baldy simply exclaimed, “I’m a braniac!” See it here.

Apparently, Brit-Brit hasn’t brushed up on standard law lately, because the burnt-out celeb whose crotch has become just as well known as her songs found it the best solution (and perfectly legal) to simply drive away without leaving any contact info.

Thanks to trusty paparazzi, the owner of the car easily discovered the culprit of this hit and run fender bender, and has just filed a police report. Sucks.

In all these celeb situations, (LiLo’s DUI, Brit’s bump, Paris incarcerated…) I always wonder, why don’t they just use a driver?? What else are limos for? And the paps can’t even flash photos of you in there! Is it not the most obvious solution? Read More »

The true college experience demands bar hopping or clubbing with a pair of incredibly adorable stilettos on. (Did I just succeed in the most shallow first-liner ever?) They probably cost a ridiculous amount (month’s worth of paychecks to be exact), but for a 5’3” little one like myself, an amazing pair of stilettos can make you feel braver and sexier, stepping over spilt drinks and strutting past bad pick up lines to stroll out of the bar with a fine piece of arm candy named Josh…or maybe it’s John? (Does it really matter?)

Anyway…we know all this is true about the right pair of stilettos, but your poor little piggies will certainly beg to differ, and it’s likely that by your second drink your feet will be screaming get-these-off-NOW. As someone whose big toe has been dubbed ‘the astronaut’, (It’s abnormally large, and my wide toenail has been said to strangely resemble a NASA astronaut’s space mask…once again, shouldn’t admit that.) Needless to say I am strongly against my feet being crammed up into the pointy corner of a leopard print stiletto, especially if my agenda for the night entails urgently important events… like stumbling down frat row.

Ah, but fear no more high-heel loving ladies, the fashion goddesses have answered our prayers. I introduce to you, the convertible stiletto. Read More »