[After four years of writing in our undies, we've accumulated a lot of great content on CollegeCandy. I realized this when I was reading the site the other night....also in my undies. So many awesome posts get forgotten, so we decided it was time to bring 'em back. Every Friday we'll be posting some old faves - posts that have made us think, posts that have made us aware and posts that have made us nod our heads in that "we totes get that" sort of way. So kick off your pants, kick up your feet and enjoy.]

Those lovable bros over at BroBible.com have once again attempted to tarnish the sterling facades us girls put up just to please them (riiiight…).  The latest topic up for debate: The 15 Most Common Ways Girls Try to Look Hotter on Facebook. From butts out to boobs smooshed, they’re calling us out on all our “tricks” of the online trade.

Well guys, a little of our own light research has gone a long way.  Turns out you’re guilty of posting some overused, Brolicious pics yourselves.  Need proof?  Just go through your tagged photos and see if you’re guilty of any of these thirteen major offenses:

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[This story was originally posted by Alex - University of South Carolina.]

[He Said/She Said is a series designed to help all our wonderfully confused readers figure out what he’s really thinking. So every week we’ll be throwing out a topic for debate…and unlike our fave dude, these guys won’t be sugar coating anything for you. But before you jump into their heads (which seriously will make you feel like you need to shower), check out what we think!]

So last week I listed off the 7 things about guys I really don’t understand. At all. Like male genitalia…. why does it always look so….alien-like? The purpose wasn’t so much to have someone explain them to me as it was to get a few virtual high fives from all my fellow confused ladies. But then I saw what left my male counterpart scratching his head (as opposed to the usual, his balls) when it came to us ladies and I realized this topic required further action.

I needed to explain our side of the story. Make guys understand why we do the things we do. Help break down barriers between men and women and change the way we interact forever! OK, really, I just needed to get the last word.

So without further ado, I’m going to explain what guys think is totally unexplainable. Watch out, now! Read More »

You did NOT just call me 'Sugartits.'

So we all know that guys constantly complain about how girls are always saying things to make them go running (you know, like “Wanna hang out tonight?” or “I like your jeans.”) But hey, NEWSFLASH, guys aren’t so innocent. They say and do plenty of horrendous stuff that makes us want to pack our bags (without even wasting the time to fold things neatly!) and run in the opposite direction, too.

The girls at the Frisky were kind enough to let the guys know what was scaring them off, so I figured I’d chime in, too.

Here are a few things that guys have said/done that have sent my flying out the door and into the nearest bakery:

“Men are better at sports, it’s just fact.”
Really? What are you going to do next? Drag me back to your cave and chain me to the fire pit?

“Yeah, my iPad 2 is cool, but it’s nothing compared to my Range Rover.”
Honestly, I don’t care if you make more money than The Situation, I’m more interested in getting to know you as a person, not your bank account. And if all you have to offer is your (dad’s) money, then don’t expect me to be sitting in the passenger seat of your ‘pimped out whip’ any time soon, douche.

“So the other night when I was with this girl and we were…”
Look, I don’t care if you are seeing other people (so long as we are not exclusive), but I don’t want to hear about it. Do you want to hear about the amazing makeout sesh I had in the stacks last weekend? I think not. Read More »

Those lovable bros over at BroBible.com have once again attempted to tarnish the sterling facades us girls put up just to please them (riiiight…).  The latest topic up for debate: The 15 Most Common Ways Girls Try to Look Hotter on Facebook. From butts out to boobs smooshed, they’re calling us out on all our “tricks” of the online trade.

Well guys, a little of our own light research has gone a long way.  Turns out you’re guilty of posting some overused, Brolicious pics yourselves.  Need proof?  Just go through your tagged photos and see if you’re guilty of any of these thirteen major offenses:

Read More »

I'd rather spend my V-day crying into a bowl of noodles than have to hang out with one of these turds.

With Valentine’s Day just around the corner, many of us are spending our days in bed, sifting through photos of boyfriend’s past with a tube of cookie dough in hand while The Fray plays in the background.

No? Just me?
Alrighty then….

Regardless if you’ve hit rock bottom, it’s not easy being single in February when it seems that everyone’s focus is on love: finding it, expressing it (with cheap chocolate), and (unknowingly…hopefully) rubbing it in everyone’s face who hasn’t quite found it yet. Who can judge you, then, for taking a trip down ex-boyfriend memory lane, thinking about all those wonderful little things you had together.

But maybe instead of drowning your sorrows in raw dough thinking of all the good in your past, it’s time to focus on the bad: all those jerks in your history of love who, thankfully, are long gone. Because as much as it sucked then, nothing lifts the spirits quite like realizing you’d rather be alone on V-day than with any one of these losers: (And hey, if you’ve got a man to snuggle up to on February 14th, you can still enjoy knowing he’s not like this.) Read More »

I’m a girl who knows what I deserve. I don’t settle. I’m a big believer in not purchasing knockoffs.

Reason one: I can hold out for the real deal.
Reason two: I don’t want to give the fake too much credit.

It’s the same thing with a guy.  Forgive me for the metaphor (fake bag = douche bag), but there are some dead giveaways that the guy who is about to approach you is a Frada. If that’s the case, you acknowledge (or not), smile, and politely get your ass out of Chinatown. Without divulging your digits.

Here are a few tells to prevent you from falling for that faux Ferragamo.   Read More »

Every Monday, CollegeCandy does a top ten countdown, Letterman style, about whatever everyone’s buzzing about. This week, we’ve decided to dissect the party animals we’ve all come to know and….well, just know.

We’ve all been at the sticky-floored keggers, so here’s a rundown of the ten types of dudes you’ll find at these parties. Every single party. Every single time.  Print this out and bring it to the next frat/house party to check these guys off as you see them. You can even turn it into a drinking game, taking shots as they pass. Although, on second thought, that might be a one-way ticket to alcohol poisoning. Read More »

Halloween can be a great holiday; candy, being able to wear those 4-inch glitter pumps you bought for some occasion that could only be Halloween, weird-colored drinks that taste like an explosion of sugar…we could go on. Halloween is just badass.

But you know what? Halloween can also be really, really inappropriate. Inappropriate body parts shoved into spandex, inappropriate masks that scare the bejeezus out of people on the street, inappropriate dances to inappropriate song selections such as “Monster Mash” — if you’re not careful, this holiday can quickly go from good time to complete epic FAIL.

Here’s a few ways that can happen… Read More »

I’m not sure why we date them, but we do. We date them and then mourn the loss of a possibility, but we know all the same. We would never end up with a douche bag. But for some reason I attract them like bees to honey.

Like any well-versed male he charmed me. He laughed at my jokes and my funny quirks. He was impressed by my iPod music collection and even more impressed by my writing. He told me how talented I was and he pushed me to write. I was enamored.

I knew from the beginning that things with the Australian would never work. He wasn’t exactly what you’d call the monogamous type, and I certainly would have liked to be monogamous with him. On our first real date we sat and smoked hookah and talked for hours. We had an instant connection that I hadn’t felt since my last relationship almost 7 months before. Read More »