Planned Parenthood just turned down a donation of $500,000. At first glance, that seems like an awfully dumb thing to do. Why would an organization that needs so much support right now turn down a donation that large? Because the proposed donation was from Tucker Max. Yes, the same Tucker Max that has made a career of being a slimy, misogynist womanizer. If you don’t know who he is, I’ll direct you to his Wikipedia page, because I don’t want to dignify his website with the traffic.

Max has made derogatory comments about Planned Parenthood in the past. One of his tweets about the organization reads: “Planned Parenthood would be cooler if it was a giant flight of stairs, w/someone pushing girls down, like a water park slide.” And don’t forget this one: “In South Florida. This place is awful. Shitty design, slutty whores & no culture, like a giant Planned Parenthood waiting room.”

Max thought it would be super clever and funny to donate $500,000 to Planned Parenthood, which would have gotten a clinic named after him. It was supposed to be a way to promote his new book. You know, so that all the “slutty whores” he writes about can go and get abortions at a clinic named after him! Ugh.

“Jokes” like this one are the last thing women need right now. With so many people working to label women who get abortions and use contraception as sluts, Planned Parenthood was right to turn down Max’s donation. At first, I wondered if it was something they could have turned around to their advantage. Maybe they could have used his money to educate women about misogyny and date rape. But Planned Parenthood is fighting so much opposition right now, and it would have been a bad move to accept money from someone whose image goes against practically everything they stand for. The whole mission of Planned Parenthood is to promote women’s health and our right to affordable healthcare. The last thing they need is for a “Tucker Max” clinic to bring ridicule to their organization.

Since the rest of the words I have for Tucker Max are not appropriate to publish on this site, I made a gallery instead. Here are 10 awesome things that I’ve always wanted, but would never accept if they came from Tucker Max.

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Garnet is a student at Columbia University in New York City. She is “that person” who starts dancing at a party when everyone else is standing around, and if there were a Facebook stalking Olympics, she would be a gold medalist. She also loves cheesy 90s music, and almost died of happiness when Vanilla Ice retweeted her. Once. Follow her on Twitter @garnethenderson.

Dear “That Guy”,

Your ability to drink in excess and ruin 95% of pictures taken at parties gets me hot and bothered. I think it’s uhh… adorable that you maintain your appearance to the point where I question your sexual orientation. I guess I respect the fact that you tweeze, bleach and pluck more than me. The fact that you care about your “fresh kicks getting smudged” more than your future or GPA is super sexy…?

Babe, what happened to you? Before you became “that guy” you were once “just one of the guys.” You were playing Madden instead of photoshopping your Facebook pictures. You couldn’t tell Armani from Target. Your cellphone lived in your pocket instead of clipped to your ribbon belt, and for the love of God, why are you orange-r than an Oompa Loompa?! I liked you without your bromosexuality. I’m not interested in the Brody Jenners or the Gotti wannabes!

Why does your tee shirt have more sparkles on it than Limited Too’s entire Spring Collection circa 1998? These glittery numbers are worsened by being “slim fit” to show off your “killer pecs.” Maybe they work for Hulk Hogan, but they don’t work for you and they definitely don’t work in public. Do society a favor and wear clothes that fit. And if your shirt has a collar? I don’t care if you’ve been popping it ever since you can remember. Old Yeller that nonsense. Put. It. Down.

Take out your Bluetooth headset. Kudos if you use it in your car – safety first. But, that blinking blue light glued to the side of your head while you’re out and about, especially waiting in line at stores (most likely Armani Exchange or Abercrombie and Fitch), makes you look like an ultra douchebag. I am laughing at you. The store clerks are laughing at you. Humanity as a whole is laughing at you. Leave the damn thing in the glove compartment of your car.

What the hell is on your head? First, turn your hat frontwards. Backwards hats were cool for Fred Durst of Limp Bizkit. Ten years ago. Secondly, what kind of hat is it? Baseball hat? Fine. Trucker hat? Toss it out. Ashton Kutcher threw out his, and he was like the Dane Cook of the ’90s. Douche of the decade. Plus, enough with the pre-frayed brim! How do brims even get frayed in the first place? What did you do with yourself to even get a frayed brim? Walk head-on into a concrete wall multiple times? Drop it on a belt sander in shop class in high school? Jesus Christ!

Which brings me to your hair. If it’s longer than your chin, you probably need a haircut. If it’s gelled to the point where you look more like your front lawn than a dude, lose the L’Oreal. Shaggy is cute, spiky not so much. Also, quit it with the weird chin pubes. They’re itchy and freaky and especially way gross if they’re flesh colored a la Spencer Pratt.

Darling, I like you for you. Not your ill-fitting clothes and designer flip flops. Hell, I’ll let you continue to tell your stories about your drinking glory days once in a while, but please consider at least some of the previous advice, chill out, and leave the metrosexuality and manscaping where it belongs. On Bravo.

Lots of love,
Melanie

[This story was originally posted by Melanie - Northeastern.]

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Question? Answer: TuffyLuv@collegecandy.com

Dear Tuffy Luv,

I’ve been with my boyfriend for a little over a year and I love him. That is something that must be understood first and foremost.

However, over the past couple of months I keep thinking about breaking up with him. He is immature, selfish, and inconsiderate. He has never bought me anything for my birthday, Valentines Day, Christmas, Sweetest Day, or our anniversary. I buy him presents every time I’m supposed to, and when I’m out shopping and see something I know he would like, I get it. I always keep him in mind and do nice things for him but he NEVER does anything for me. I understand that he doesn’t have a lot of money, but whenever he does have extra money he won’t even buy me a flower or a card or ANYTHING! I’m always expected to pay for when we go out to eat or to the movies.

I don’t complain since I know he doesn’t have a job, neither do I but I always find a way to get him SOMETHING. I’m not the type of girl who needs to be showered with presents but it would be nice if he would do something for me when he’s able. For my birthday he worked with a friend and got a little bit of money he told me was for my birthday. He expected me to kiss his a** and be so proud of him, and I was because I thought it was sweet. But when he got paid he bought himself new movies, and even had me drive him to buy them. He told me he’d still get me something, and never did.

We always watch what he wants, granted most of the time I enjoy it because we have the same taste in movies for the most part, but it takes days, sometimes more, to get him to watch what I want, even though he usually ends up enjoying the movie anyway. He always wants to pick the music in MY car, but when I want to pick it he throws a fit and trashes whatever it is I’m listening to until I give in. When we’re out I catch him checking out other girls and when I confront him he doesn’t understand why I’m upset and thinks I’m just being jealous. I don’t mind if he looks at another girl but the fact that he goes out of his way to see if every random girl walking down the street, at the grocery store, or whereever we are is hot, not only irritates me but hurts me. He says he’s just looking, not cheating on me, so I shouldn’t be mad because “he didn’t do anything.”

I know he loves me and wouldn’t cheat on me (which is hard to find these days), and most of the time I’m so happy with him. But sometimes he just pisses me off to the point where I don’t want to be with him anymore. I don’t know what to do because I want to be with him but I also want more. I’m scared of losing him because there’s no one else and he’s the only guy I’ve been with. What if I break up with him and end up regretting it?

So I guess my question is how do you know when it’s time to say goodbye? Should I give him another chance? I’m not ready to say goodbye to him but I’m tired of being hurt and angry. What would you do?

Goodbye Girl

Dear Goodbye Girl,

Um. Now’s a good time.

What a total ashhole. This guy is so undeserving of your time I can’t even believe it.

It’s not about the money, ladies and gentlemen. It’s about the bratty behavior, and the selfishness, and the total disregard for Goodbye Girl’s feelings.

Goodbye Girl, what the floop are you thinking? I’m sorry, and I hate to be the one to break the bad news, but this guy doesn’t care about you. And that has nothing to do with you; he’s a self-absorbed prock with absolutely no idea HOW to care about someone besides himself. Why do you wanna be with someone like that, huh?

Well, one reason you give is that it’s hard to find someone who won’t cheat on you. Bootch, please!!! There are MANY, MANY men who won’t cheat on you. You wanna stay with a jerk because he hasn’t cheated on you yet and you magically know he won’t, even though he’s checking out girls left and right?! If you ask me, this guy seems like a prime candidate for Future Cheater. He’s already looking at every girl he sees, blatantly and in front of you. AND he’s giving you the old “you should be grateful I’m just looking” business, which is bullshoop. Why again are you so sure he won’t cheat?

And, um, he doesn’t have to BUY you something to give you a gift. He could, you know, MAKE you something, or TAKE you somewhere. Why are you always paying?! This is supposed to be a partnership, 50/50. It seems like you give him everything and he gives you nothing. He gets what he wants, when he wants it, and if he doesn’t, he makes your life miserable till you give in. You are slave to his every whim. VOM-O-RAMA. It’s so 1950s sitcom housewife I could puke.

I want to take this guy outside and poo on him in the street. Please break up with this idiot.

And, seriously, girl, get yourself some self respect. Why are you letting some guy treat you like you’re worthless?! Before you jump into the next relationship, you really better do some soul searching and remind yourself that you’re a person who deserves the same respect and treatment everyone else deserves. Stop kowtowing to some guy. It’s really gross.

Hearts & Skulls,
Tuffy Luv

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Despite what She’s All That claimed during our formative middle-school years, no amount of makeup-free-artistic lonely girl can transform a douchebag into a gentleman. However we all like to believe that we are Belle and if we just love them enough (and listen to the talking cupboard) we can turn every beast into a prince. But at the end of the night (week, month, serious relationship) we’re still left with the same douchebag.

So, in order to stop just one girl from going home with that guy, I’ve compiled a list of three telltale signs that he should be avoided.

1. Blazer and a t-shirt

I have yet to figure out why guys think this outfit is anywhere near attractive. While I guess there is some advantage of knowing that they can go straight to the gym and/or a job interview with just a quick change, there’s something unsettling about the two looks meshing. If they can’t be bothered to decide between the business-casual look and the casual-casual look, chances are they won’t be bothered with remembering your name and number post hook-up. So unless you find yourself wearing a dress and sneakers out to the bars, I would recommend steering clear of this.

2. Cheek Kiss

When I first started receiving the cheek kiss at college I marveled at the adultness of it all. It was up there on my maturity scale with dinner parties and lipstick. However I soon learned that the boys who lean in to give the obligatory cheek kiss are the same boys who will elbow you in the stomach to get to the bar. They’re already climbing the social ladder and each time I put out my cheek to receive the kiss, they’re already eyeing the next girl behind me. As they say, nighttime cheek kiss, morning time big diss. (OK, no one has ever actually said that.)

3. Backwards Hat

Nothing says ‘I’m very mistaken about how cool I think I am’ than a backwards hat in any kind of social setting. It constantly amazes me how many people still find it socially acceptable to not only put on a hat to go out, but to put it on backwards. If backwards hats were “in” during the ’90s, then it’s still going to be another ten years before it’s ironic to wear it like that again. Any guy that finds it trendy/funny to wear their hat backwards will also think its trendy/funny to do something wacky, like hitting on one girl all night and then going home with her friend. Their brains work differently.

There are obviously many more signs of a douchebag, but these are the three that came to me after spending 30 seconds of first-hand research in a bar. And while I can list signs all day, it would start to get a little too personal to my friends when they start noticing their own one-night-stands and exes listed.

You got any tips for avoiding the d-bags? List ‘em below. We ladies gotta help eachother out!

[This story was originally posted by Jenni - Syracuse]

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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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Dear Tuffy Luv,
I’ve been with my bf for two and a half years and I think it’s a good thing to be friends with his three guy best friends. Not in a way that says ‘I’m gonna be THAT girl and force myself into all of your conversations and hang out times,’ but they are a big part of my life. They aren’t going anywhere, they all grew up together, and I’m glad my guy has some really good friends who know him so well. My boyfriend is adorkable – he’s pretty nerdy but he’s not terribly socially awkward like his good friend … let us call him “C”.

After trying to help C land a girlfriend (I’m a good wingwoman), we’ve become close.  Lately, some friends have been hosting Saturday Drinking Nights every week or so at their apartment. My boyfriend and I meet up with C and go there to have a good time, play Circle of Death, important college type things.

At the first drinking night C kept insisting he put his arm around my shoulder so that I may function as a stabilizer. He was quite wobbly so I accepted that excuse. The next drinking night two weeks later, I was sooooooo drunk by the end. One of my friends said she swore he saw him start off leaning on me for support, then gradually put his arm around my waist and had been gradually moving his hands toward other places before he noticed her watching him like a hawk. I can’t verify with my boyfriend – he’d been out on a 7-11 run.

Three weeks later a dear friend of mine was over for dinner while my boyfriend was at a mandatory 3-day family reunion in another state. My friend brought some booze and we were drinking because it was her last night before she left. She got picked up, and I was alone in the house, sorta drunk and at 3 in the morning the dog started barking and growling. I’d never heard her bark in that way, so I thought someone was breaking in. So, being drunk, the first person I called was my bf. He said I should have C come check on me and the house.

So C came over and checked around the house for signs of a break-in while I freaked out a little. Then when he found none there was this awkward 27 minutes of us standing by the back door, me holding it open and him NOT LEAVING. He kept trying to check the windows, locks, curtains you name it. He kept hugging me and telling me it was okay and not to be scared, even though I had been thoroughly done with my mini-breakdown five minutes after he got there.

Then he kept asking me if i needed him to stay with me. At that point I felt very uncomfortable to be even that little drunk with someone who allegedly felt me up while I was too drunk to notice. So I lied and told him that I called a girlfriend before he got to the house and she would let me stay at her house if I was scared. He left very reluctantly, maybe after he realized I was not in the blackout stage and would NOT be taken advantage of. I haven’t talked to him since that night.

So after all this my question is: How the hell can I talk about this with my boyfriend without ruining their friendship? Is it possible?

Dear Stabilizer,
Okay, first of all, I love your use of the word “adorkable.” Coin that shiz.

On to your question:

Girl, stop flooping getting out of control drunk!!! GEEZ!!! Sorry, kids, but it’s just plain stoopid to get blackout drunk at a party. I mean, this guy who you’re supposed to be able to trust tried to feel you up. Imagine what a stranger might do.

Aside from that, though, you’ve actually got a problem on your hands.

I’m pretty sure C has decided he wants you for himself. This is SO not okay, but unfortunately guys are more flexible on that whole getting-with-friends’-lovers than girls are. I’m gonna go ahead and call C out for what he really is: a creep. Stay away.

But before you stay away, have a talk with him. Have the talk during the day and in a public place. AND NO DRINKING. Tell C that you feel his behavior has crossed a line. He will tell you, of course, that it has not. However, you MUST be firm and tell him that you feel it has. Be upfront and give him the details of what has made you uncomfortable. Look him in the eye the whole time and do NOT apologize for how you feel.

He will inevitably try to brush it off, but he’ll be listening. Stand your ground. Tell him that, whether or not he thinks it’s a big deal, it is absolutely a big deal to you, and, either way, you are giving him one chance. If he EVER acts inappropriately in this way to you again, you will tell your boyfriend. If not, then you two can remain distant (NOT close) friends.

There is, of course, the slight possibility that, to protect his own ash, he may turn around and tell a lie about you to your boyfriend. Be prepared for this. Actually, if it were me, I’d make him sign a dated contract saying that you two had this conversation (not that he agrees that he did it, but just that you talked about it). Don’t show the contract to your boyfriend unless C tries to backstab you.

Blech. Just thinking about this guy gives me the heebyjeebs.

Hearts & Skulls,
Tuffy Luv

Dear Tuffy Luv,

So my problem is about a guy. He goes to college with my best friend whom I visit kinda often. Last month, I visited and he was around but we were both with our significant others so I didn’t look at him twice. But this weekend I visited my friend and he was around and neither of our significant others were there. He was going through some sh*t and we talked for a bit.

Now this is where it’s weird. He’s exactly what I always envisioned in a boyfriend. It’s hard to describe – but we’re basically kinda the same person while complementing each other. We stepped out for a smoking break and I feel like we really connected. I know this is insane – I have a boyfriend and he has a girlfriend and we live in different states – but I just can’t get him out of my head. I did the typical Facebook stalking, but I don’t know what more I can even do, if I should even do anything. I told my best friend but he dismissed it as me being silly. But what if soul mates are real and he’s mine? Would I even be his? Should I start visiting my friend more often? Can I leave a comment on his Facebook? I’m torn.

- Looking for Love

Dear Looking for Love,

Giiiiiiiiiiirl. If you’re planning to pursue this, the first thing you better do is break up with that boyfriend of yours. Because, as Tuffy done said before, a cheater is a piece of poop.

But let’s back this shiz up.

You are infatuated with this guy. Dig? You feel like you guys are “basically kinda the same person while complementing each other.” But, honey, you don’t know this guy! You’ve met him twice! This is not love, girl. This is a crush, and, frankly, it’s not based on much.

Maybe, though, maybe this brings up a sort of larger issue. If you’re finding yourself so drawn to this guy that you’re considering emotionally (if not physically) cheating on your boyfriend, methinks perhaps it’s not this particular guy and more that you’re unhappy in your current relationship. You don’t seem to think twice about hurting your current boyfriend in all of this. Even if he’s not the one, he’s the one you’re with now–you should really consider his feelings.

So, Tuffy sez: Dump the boyfriend. It’s the least you can do. You obviously don’t care too much about this guy; why lead him on while you are on the lookout for your soulmate in some guy you shared a cigarette and a couple hours with?

Once you’ve dumped the boyfriend–and ONLY once you’ve dumped him–you are free to pursue something with this other guy. But, frankly, if he’s willing to flake on his girlfriend the way you’re flaking on your boyfriend, I would seriously consider if he’s someone who can be trusted (just as, from his point of view, I would wonder if you can be trusted). And if he wants to just “try things out” BEFORE breaking up with the girlfriend, well, then he’s a douchebag.

To be honest, I can’t see this working out well. But, of course, stranger things have happened, so if you really honestly think he might be your soulmate, then you have to go for it (as long as you break up with the boyfriend first). Still, you better do some real soul-searching before you take the chance of ruining your relationship AND his–are you really so spiritually attracted to him that he might be your soulmate, or are you just looking for something new and transferring all those feelings onto him? Tuffy’s guessing the latter. Until you know for sure, hands off Facebook and out of his pants.

Hearts & Skulls,

Tuffy Luv

With all that in mind, I’m certainly open to hearing tips on how to successfully snag a dude. So when I saw an article on marieclaire.com called “How to Date Like a Man,” I was intrigued.

The piece starts out pretty innocuously: “When you walk into a place, act like you know where the hell you’re going, even if you don’t. Everyone will wonder who you are and why you’re there, but they’ll never think you’re useless and confused,” writes Erin Dailey in her first paragraph. Okay, so far, so sensible. Looking confident and carefree is definitely more attractive than looking frightened and meek. It’s a little irksome that Dailey genders confidence as a masculine trait, but whatevs, I won’t fight it.

After that, though, things start to get a little iffy. Dailey tells women that once they’ve found a hottie, they should “look him straight in the eye and think, You should be attached to my lips by now; why aren’t you? Trust me, he’ll read your thoughts like they’re projected above your head on a wide-screen.”

Hm… I don’t know about this one. It seems like if you’re giving a guy a crazy, unblinking stare, he’s most likely going to think, What’s up with Captain Bug Eyes? and back away slowly. That sample thought—“You should be attached to my lips by now”—and the title of this section of the article, “Eye Your Prey,” also give this piece of advice a seriously creepy vibe. Dailey sounds like she’s decided to make Samantha Jones her personal man-handling guru, which makes her suggestions seriously suspect.

And things just go downhill from here. Dailey’s next bit of wisdom is to “fake interest” in whatever the dude is talking about, since “no one cares about what anyone else has to say. They just don’t.” Ouch, man. Why bother chatting up a guy if you have to feign enthusiasm for whatever he’s talking about? How could you form a relationship with someone you find totally boring? This just sounds mean.

Finally, Dailey tells us what to do after we have sex with the dude (because you should have sex with him immediately, since “that’s pretty much all they want from you until they get to know you.” And presumably letting him get to know you is like, too time-consuming or something?): “Never exchange all your information. This is so incredibly important. Give him your name. Give him a fake cell number. In this age of the Internet, anyone can find you if they want to.”

See, if you do give him your real cell number, “he will call you.” But… isn’t that the point? How are the two of you going to go out on another date if he can’t get in touch with you? I’m not the only one who thinks this sounds totally bizarre, right?

Maybe this article is actually supposed to be brilliant satire, and I’m too dense to recognize it. Maybe the title is just a little misleading; if it were changed to “How to Date Like a Douchebag,” or maybe “How to Score a One-Night Stand,” these tips would make a lot more sense. As advice for the date-seeking woman, though, Dailey’s piece falls flat. It’s also kind of offensive to guys, since in her eyes, “dating like a dude” means acting like a total a**hole. Thanks but no thanks, Marie Claire.

Are you psychotic in relationships? Have your significant others ever called you a crazy bitch? Insane? Needy? Any of the above? Here’s some signs that you just might be:

- You love the chase. Not to mention the ongoing drama and the on and off and the fighting, but once the guy gives you the attention and affection, you’re totally bored and want out.

- You constantly pine for a guy who DOESN’T LIKE YOU or worse, doesn’t even know you exist. He’s Just Not That Into You was written for you.

- You cheat. Oh man, do you ever cheat. You just do. You sometimes don’t mean it, but sometimes you do. You lie about it. You feel awful about it sometimes, but sometimes you don’t. Sometimes it’s just making out, sometimes it’s sex, sometimes it’s emotional, but it’s all cheating. And you do it. And sometimes you can’t stop once you start getting good at it.

- You love relationships so much that you’re absolutely miserable when you’re not in one (which is rare) and when you are in one you’re convinced he’s “The One” and you love being a couple and doing everything together and oh my god NO ONE LIKES HEARING ABOUT IT.

- You pick fights. The guy is totally normal and you spaz out over absolutely nothing. Maybe you break things. Maybe you hack his email or Facebook and freak out over the slightest flirtation. You just want to fight.

- You love douchebags. The only guys you are into treat you like the scum of the earth and you put up with it and give a million chances, and ‘totally forget’ about the time he cheated on you and then somehow are surprised and depressed when he finally leaves you for the other girl he’s been screwing around with the entire time you were dating him. Everyone saw that coming, but you. Get back down to earth, Space Jam.

- You’re in a totally healthy relationship right now with absolutely zero to complain about. You tell everyone about this totally healthy relationship and how your significant other is your best friend. You go to bed, assured that you will love them for the rest of your life. Even if your life span lasted 1000 years, you’d still be in love with them on your 932nd birthday. You would never want anyone other than this person. If you’re not in a relationship, you’re sure that this type of relationship exists.

Did you find yourself on this list? Congratulations. You’re not psychotic, you’re totally normal.

Define what the hell you’re doing wrong and work on it. It probably won’t be perfect, but it’s worth a shot. If not, don’t forget that 52% of marriages end in divorce anyway, so it’s not really your fault; you’re already statistically f**cked.

Awesome!

Melanie currently interning in NYC, taking full advantage of all margarita specials and those blonde summer boys. Stalk her on Twitter: @tinkermellie