Recently, a few of my friends and I got into a bit of a disagreement over who pays on a date. Although a few people agreed with me that if the relationship is long-term, the couple should split the costs for practical reasons (after all, especially if you’re on a college budget, it’s hard to bear the burden of all expenses), the overall consensus was that the guy should always pay at first. Some said the first date, some the first three dates, and others advocated up to the first year. My friends argued that if he’s trying to win the girl over, this is the way to do it. Some even joked that it was payment in exchange for what they hoped would be a different type of payment later on.

Personally, I’m still in disagreement with the others on this one. The idea of letting anyone pay for me is just. . . wrong. It makes me feel uncomfortable and goes against every fiber of my feminist being. I’m a strong, self-sufficient woman; I work and take care of my own personal expenses, so why should I have a guy do it for me? And, even more to the point, why should I allow him to pay for me if I can’t pay for him? If we’re going for equality, then why is he footing the bill every time?

At the same time, I can see my friends’ point: the way our society functions, refusing to let a guy pay is usually a girl’s way of expressing disinterest. Social protocol practically dictates that if you like the guy, you let him pay.

Which, to me anyway, is a little twisted.

It’s not just paying though. There are plenty of cases in which being a feminist – or even just embracing feminist ideologies – makes things all the more difficult to figure out. We all know the whole career versus family scenario; since the woman’s place used to be the home, now that we’re in the workforce we’re always trying to balance both. But what about life goals and focuses, especially in college?

The two things that seem to dominate my life, my thoughts, and my conversations are school and boys. Everything is about one thing or the other. But the former always takes priority – it has to, right? We’re in college for education and a chance at our dream careers first, and romance second. That’s why so many people I know are so upset over a friend of mine choosing to graduate early and just work until her boyfriend’s business has taken off so she can become a wife and woman of leisure. She’s throwing away her entire potential for a guy and an old-fashioned idea that women are defined in society by their husbands’ successes rather than their own.

But, on the other hand, she’s not constantly talking herself out of liking a guy or making a move. Another friend and I have been talking about how she needs to hold off on figuring out her guy issues until after her MCAT. And yeah, that’s a life-directing test, but I’ve put off confronting a guy until after my debate competition, after a paper, after an exam- there’s always something academic to justify why dealing with romantic problems has to wait. And wait. Because school always comes first, should always be the focus, and I should never, ever let a boy sway my focus. On anything. Not even the optional one-paragraph writing assignment for the class in which I’m pulling an A.

Part of it, obviously, is the drive to do well. But part of it is also a reflection of the roots of that family versus career conundrum. You want to have the success and happiness that women fought for- and that you genuinely want and have worked for- but you can’t figure out how to balance that with the hormones and the simple desire to have someone in your life. Anytime you start to focus on guys, it feels like you’re sacrificing part of yourself, of your work. But how much are we sacrificing for this idea that career is everything?

Don’t get me wrong- I work hard, and I have a strong sense of where I want to be in five years. I have a career and a life all planned out. I want to work in international human rights, travel, save the world and the people living in it. But I can’t, for the life of me, figure out where a guy would fit in. And even now in college, I have my classes, my thesis, a job, clubs, projects- things that will help me achieve. But at what cost? I feel like I’ve been so worried about betraying my feminist ideologies that I’ve purposely pushed any chance at romance not just to the backseat, but hanging out of the trunk.

And sure, even if I were to make concessions I’d still have issues letting a guy pay for me. But does it really have to be that strict of a trade-off? Or is there a balance we’re just not seeing?

[This story was originally posted by Rachael - University of Miami.]

"I wish I had breasts. Waaaahhh"

Last week’s Dude’s List was all about why he likes to be a him rather than a her. However, I not so subtly hinted in that article that every advantage reflects a disadvantage, every strength hides a weakness, and so, this Dude’s List I turn the tables on the boys. This time I go over the top dozen reasons you’ve got it over us. That’s right, I actually went 1 further!

Show Emotion
Let’s get the cliché out of the way. Yes, men are encouraged still to be more emotionally repressed. We are incorrigible due to the idea of having to be stronger, not to allow vulnerability, programmed to withhold because to be taken care of is weak and a sign of failure. I tread the line of the double standard but the standard is still the standard. I only wish this imbalance could get leveled out at long f*cking last.

Live Longer
So this is me sorta, kinda, maybe, backtracking on one of the perks I talked about last time. The fact we’ve got shorter life expectancies is really a blessing AND a curse. Who the heck really wants to die? Immortality’s the vainest but most common dream there is. We want to see the iPad 3! We want to see the AIDS vaccine reach the market! We want to watch “Batman 100: The Dark Knight Never Dies!” Enjoy those extra years, ladies. Enjoy knowing what comes next.

Have Better Sex
Multiple. Orgasms. We fire them off one at a time. Then, in general (there is the occasional Kryptonian) we have to wait at LEAST 18 minutes before we’re ready to go again. But you gals can work yourselves up to being the Energizer Bunny and just keep going and going and going and going… All those thousands of extra nerve endings you possess can take you to places we’re not fit to travel to. I made a woman meow once. Know how many times I’ve meowed? A big, fat, doughnut hole, THAT’S HOW MANY!

Masturbate More Discreetly
Please argue this one the comments section below. Diagrams, visual aids, and philosophical citations are encouraged.

Project Gorgeous
Men’s fashion is a constant modification of an overarching style. Clothes that were popular in the ’20s could still be pulled off today. You know why? Because men’s fashion doesn’t get nearly the attention, imagination, or experimentation that women’s fashion does. We want to be pretty, too, damn it! But a suit is a suit is a suit is a suit. When it comes to looking good, you’ve got an infinite number of paths to explore. We’ve got, maybe, 5.

WINNING!
It must be nice not to be restrained by logic. You’ve the ability to exercise “creative reasoning.” You’re not always right, but you’re never wrong. Which means we always are. And we’re tired of it. But we can’t do anything about it…KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!

Reaching the Promised Land
There’s nowhere for us to go but down. Women still have room to gain ground politically, economically, and socially. We’re the bad guys. We’re the oppressors. We’re the ones that have to pay for our mistakes. Y’all have righteousness on your side. It’s taken a while and will continue to take a while, but you still have hope of ascending, whereas we have the inevitability of decaying into our own depravity. Think the Romans, the dinosaurs, the Corleones! And I hope it happens soon before we blow up the whole damn world. When it comes to the battle of morality, you’ve got the high ground.

Be Pampered Without Having Your Sexuality Questioned
Manicures, pedicures, waxing, facials, exfoliating, going to spas, showering every day…unless you’re really rich or a model, this kind of self-treatment isn’t accepted amongst those of us with penises. The only way we’re permitted to “treat” ourselves is with our dominant hand. And lotion.

Pulled Over? No Problem.
No guy has ever talked his way out of a speeding ticket. Tears get us a SECOND ticket. For being a pussy. And we have no breasts to show off. Our smiles are generally yellower and crooked. I’ve heard of a guy getting off, by offering to get the cop off. Unfortunately, I don’t have the balls to try it. So I pay…

Be Pursued Rather Than Pursue
Argue this all you want but there’s still the expectation that the man must chase the woman. We have to ask you out. We have to make the first move. We have to prove our worthiness. It’s painful. It’s stressful. And it sucks. It’d be really nice to feel wanted, even from unwanted sources. Just, you know, to have a girl come up to us and use a cheesy line. To be bought a drink. To be invited back to your place. The tides have turned a little in these sexual dynamics but the fine print still reads the mandate: men must hunt. “I do bite my thumb, sir.”

Possess Breasts
You’re obsessed with puppies. We’re obsessed with, well, puppies. Why are men always thinking about, staring at, wanting to touch, play with, fondle, worship the mammaries? It’s a debate that’s been held for centuries.  Part of it is a “grass is greener” mentality. We don’t have them. A dark little secret men don’t dare to admit: sometimes we wish we did. I mean, come on, they’re incredibly fun! (We don’t think about downsides like back pain, lactating, or the fact you’ve got 2 sensitive glands for all to bump into and hurt.) We just think: “Fluffy!”

Superpowers
Mindreading. Mind control. Syncing. The ability to reduce towering egos with a look. The keeper of the sex. And you’re even allowed to wear capes on the proper occasion…*pout*

Alright, ladies. This concludes our tour of male insecurities and jealousies. We’ve covered everything from the physical to the moral to the supernatural. Bring on the comments! What do you think you’ve got that we don’t? What did I miss? Where am I way off base? What’s your list in response? Show me where I crossed the line and beat me back. Because, remember, the Dude’s List is here for 1 reason: to say what we’re not supposed to say, but that a lot of us think. No judgments, just observations. Communication is key.

And that concludes the 18-minute waiting period,
The Dude

In a study of nearly 13,000 graduating seniors last fall, researchers discovered that the median starting salary for female college graduates with bachelor’s degrees was $36,451. Not bad, right? Except that the median salary for male college graduates with a bachelor’s degree was $7,708 more. For the same job.

So, apparently having a penis gets you a pay raise? I guess all of those nights I spent praying for boobs in 7th grade would’ve been better spent asking for something else.

The statistics are sad and infuriating. After all, women make up over 50% of university classes! We’re being educated like never before, so it’s not like that’s working against our changes. And the study could not find a correlation between college major and earning, meaning that it’s not like guys are making more money because they tend to pursue a field that pays more. They’re just getting paying more…because they’re men. And keep in mind this is before the company sees any type of job performance.

That sounds fair and equal.

I realize things have improved tremendously for women in the work place, but seriously? We’re graduating college at higher rates than men, and working harder than most men, so where is our compensation? I’m not asking to be paid more, I just want to be paid the same amount. You know, what I deserve.

The best part about this whole mess: companies are claiming they pay women less because they are more likely to leave to pursue a family life. Okay, that’s great for the women who are. But, and just putting this out there, not all women want that. Some want kick-ass careers instead. And on a bit of a side note, how does leaving a company earlier make for a reason to not pay the same starting salary?

I thought we were past this. I thought this was something I’d never have to deal with in my life. Clearly, I thought wrong.

I wear push-up bras and high heels. I go gaga for lip gloss and lipstick, nail polish, and heavy eye-make up . And I’m not even going to lie, I’m a sucker for pouty boys that call me ma’am. But besides my affinity for sundresses, pearls, and men in ties, I’m a feminist. In fact, I’ve always considered myself to be one. But despite my own declaration in the fight for gender equality, this doesn’t seem possible to people.

“How can you be a feminist?” I’m asked all the time. “Do you even know what that means?”

While feminism can mean different things to different people, I’ve often felt like I didn’t fit the mold — like I wasn’t the ideal. Like I couldn’t claim it. And then it hit me: Feminism can be whatever you need it to be. And sometimes, what you need it to be will change from time to time.

This powerful realization hit me as an 18-year-old young woman sitting in on my first Women’s Studies class at a small, private, all-women university. This moment of feminist clarity has always stuck with me, and now as a 23-year-old post-grad, I am constantly revisiting feminism and its applicability in my ever changing life. Although feminism, even in 2011, often still sounds like a dirty word with a negative connotation, I’m constantly surprised at the way feminism finds itself in my day to day life — it really does come in all shapes, sizes, issues, prospects, and in all kinds of different people. And despite being so diverse and so varying from time to time, I’m still relieved that I can make feminism something all my own.

I like to think that I’ve been a feminist from the beginning. When I was seven years old, wearing overalls and pigtails, I remember raising my hand over and over again in class to answer the questions being asked by my teacher. I’d sit up as straight as possible and inch my hand higher and higher into the sky. I had something to say. I wanted to be heard. But instead, the boys in my class would always be the first called on. I would often come home and cry. “My teacher doesn’t like the girls, she doesn’t listen to us like she does the boys.” At the time, I didn’t have the words for it, but I knew it wasn’t fair. Instead of sitting back and taking it, though, I went with my parents to the annual parent-teacher conference and asked my teacher, “Why do you only call on the boys?” She didn’t have an answer, but from that point on she never overlooked my eager hand. This made me realize that sometimes speaking up can make a world of difference, and I like to think of this as my first moment of personal activism.

In high school, I refused to participate in the abstinence only sex-education program. I may have been sixteen, but I couldn’t sit there without throwing up my hand. “What about condoms? What about STDS? What about things that will actually prevent pregnancy and keep us safe?” I was silenced and shushed, but it lit the fire in me — a fire that came alive the minute I stepped foot onto my college campus. In college, I was always changing as a feminist — always.

There was the year I spent reading nothing but feminist literature; everything from Helen Cixous to Katha Pollit, Gloria Steinem to Jennifer Baumgardner and Amy Richards, and Bell Hooks to Ingrid Musico. There was the summer I spent interning for two of my favorite feminist authors in New York City. There was the year I ran the speakers’ bureau chair on campus and hosted the transgendered performance artist Kate Bornstein and the quick-witted blogger and author Jessica Valenti. There was the year I rejected all Women’s Studies classes — after I was told that I didn’t look feminist enough — and just spent time focusing on defining my gender and social beliefs through my own lens, even if that means sparkly pink nail polish and writing letters to my congressman by myself.

There were so many feminist discoveries throughout the last few years. Like the time I posed nude as Miss January 2009 for a feminist charity calendar. And there was the time I sold carrot cake cupcakes for a Wage Gap bake sale that charged men $1 and women only 72 cents. There were times when I was tired of talking about feminism and women’s issues, but at a women’s college it was inevitable. And then there were times when I couldn’t get enough and I didn’t understand why there wasn’t room for discussion about this in a quantitative reasoning class. Sometimes I would feel like a super feminist, and other times, not so much. Some days, feminism would be on my mind. And of course, some days, it won’t even cross my thoughts.

And while this fickle romance of always trying to work towards what I believe in isn’t perfect, it’s my journey. It’s ever-changing, but it’s exactly what I need it to be — when I need it to be. Feminism fascinates me in the way it’s solid but fleeting in my life. For example, my beliefs on abortion, breaking the glass ceiling, sexual assault, women’s education, contraceptives and abstinence-only education haven’t changed throughout the years, but how I apply feminism into my day-to-day life, whether it’s a job or in a romantic relationship, is constantly changing and evolving.

I’m not a perfect feminist (is anyone, really?), and I’m never claiming to be, but this is how it works for me. Some days, I’m ready with an iron-fist to protest and shout…in my heels and lipstick. And some days, I’m quiet and passive and just want to think about what Bell Hooks truly meant in Communion. But I personally want this feminist juxtaposition; the constant reminder that feminism is here, it’s mine, and it’s something I can always make my own just clicks for me, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

[Check out the Feminist Portrait Blog Carnival to read other women's inspiring stories of their feminist "click" moments.]

One of the easiest ways to send me into a rage blackout is to start slut shaming anyone.

Our society has incredibly dysfunctional, scary, and repressive ways of approaching sexuality, especially female sexuality. If we dare to step outside those narrowly defined boundaries, society finds it completely acceptable to hurl words like “slut” and “whore” at us. We’re called sluts for endless reasons: our hair is too big, our nails are too red, we wear too much glitter, our skirts are too short, we look like we may enjoy giving blow jobs, we dance too suggestively, our sense is humor is too raunchy, we like casual sex, we talk about sex, we’re not ashamed of our breasts and vaginas…the list could go on for ever. We all know a lot of men who hate women, and will find any excuse to brand women as sluts.

But there are far too many women who openly buy into those standards and hyper-judge other women.

The other day, I read a CC article giving advice on how to be sexy and not whorey. This attitude merely perpetuates the idea that women can’t openly enjoy sex. Indicating you enjoy sex doesn’t mean you want to have sex with everyone, and it certainly doesn’t mean you’re reckless and riddled with sexually transmitted diseases. (Sidebar: 80 percent of sexually active adults will contract at least one STD in their lifetime, so maybe we should stop stigmatizing them). And maybe women wear high heels because they make our legs look long and give us an extra boost of fierce confidence, not because we’re walking street corners hoping to lure some sucker into paying $50 for a BJ. And perhaps we wear cropped shirts because our stomachs may never be this flat and toned again, so why not relish it and show it off?

And if we meet a new love interest and we’re interested in dating/sexytimes, why wouldn’t we want to tell him (or her) the deal and get the ball rolling? Personally, I hate subtlety when it comes to courtship. I don’t enjoy wasting my time trying to decipher signals. If I were talking to a guy who was being all coy and cagey and mentioned that he was hanging out with other girls and started negging me, just so I wouldn’t think that he wasn’t that interested in me? I’d strut off in my stilettos to find a guy who is not afraid to tell me he likes me, and I would definitely extend the same courtesy. Life is way too short to play silly mind games, especially if you’re only playing them for fear of being labeled a slut.

In my dream world, loaded terms like “slut” and “whore” would be completely eradicated from our vocabularies. They only exist to stifle brazen female expressions of sexuality (it’s telling that there are no equivalent words in the English language to describe male behavior). Society has been trying to silence and suppress women for ages, and there is no reason for women to continue to perpetuate this cycle. It’s time that we all embrace the fact that some women are loud, unashamed, and don’t give a f*ck. Teases and sluts and prudes and everyone in-between should all be able to co-exist free from the catty remarks of other women. Let’s leave the misogyny to the crappy, clueless, insensitive guys out there.

In honor of Women’s History Month, CollegeCandy has decided to spotlight some of the world’s most influential women. Last week we focused on the women from our generation and this week, we pay attention to some of the most spectacular thirty-somethings. These are the women that show us life really does get interesting in your 30s, whether you’re a famous movie star or activist. Anything can happen, and just like these women have done in their 30s, we can make a difference in the world at any age.

Annoyed already? But oh, it get’s so much better…

I will refer to females as “targets”. They aren’t actual people like us men. Consequently, giving them a certain name or distinction is pointless.

I have to give these guys some credit. They make no attempt to hide what misogynistic, sexist, racist, horrible human beings they actually are from the very beginning, when they tilt the world backwards on its axis with this comment. I mean, really? Was there ever even a time when women weren’t at least viewed as human beings?

Drawbacks of this philosophy [not wearing a condom] are that you may have to visit the clinic more often than not, but a quick penicillin shot really isn’t that bad (trust me).

Note the complete disregard for the woman’s health and safety. Note also that the fact that not wearing a condom could result in pregnancy is not even a thought in this man’s head. It’s as though he doesn’t even make the connection that unprotected sex can result in pregnancy simply because he’s not the one who would be pregnant.

Be careful when you cheat, but still cheat.

The pride and joy of Kappa Sigma also goes on to list a ranking system for the girls, excuse me “pies,” one gets with, and gives the above advice for those ranked at number 5. I have no words.

Non-consent and rape are two different things. There is a fine line, so make sure not to cross it.

Last time I checked, rape was non consensual sex. Or did I miss something? Here is where, for me at least, this letter moves from disgusting to disturbing. It’s one thing to be a manwhore.
It’s something else entirely to be a manwhore who doesn’t understand the concept of no.

You can read the letter in its entirety over at Jezebel, but it’s pretty much just one horrifying comment after another. But there’s really not much I can say about this letter that hasn’t been said before. It’s a degrading, insulting, disgusting, sexist, misogynistic piece of trash that is a disgrace not only for Kappa Sigma but for men in general. (Okay I guess I could think of a few things to say.) And for that reason I can see why the rest of the internet (like our gal pals at The Frisky) is freaking out over it, because I am too.

But what I can’t understand is why they’re so shocked that stuff like this exists out there. On Tuesday, I wrote about the shocking statistics that prove that women are still very far off from achieving equality, and about how we don’t always acknowledge or even realize that. And this letter is proof of just that.

Behind closed doors, when guys aren’t trying to score a “Guap n’ Drop” by taking women out to dinner and pretending like they actually believe they are human beings, this is how a lot of men talk. Not all men, but a lot of them, and especially a lot of college guys who have yet to reach the stage of wanting a real relationship and are only concerned with scoring “pies”. (I apologize. I can’t not use the air quotes. It’s just too ridiculous.)  As a college girl in a college setting have I experienced college guys being misogynistic? Yes. Sexist?  Yes. Degrading and demeaning? Check and check. Just because every guy who embraces this type of thinking doesn’t type up an e-mail (or a newspaper article) and send it around to all his friends doesn’t mean this stuff doesn’t happen. That doesn’t make it okay, but it does make it reality.

A reality we are not always aware of.

So while the writer of this letter claimed he would track down and take the soul of anyone who sent his e-mail to anyone outside of Kappa Sigma, I for one want to shake that man’s hand. Not because he thought this e-mail was too funny not to pass along, but because maybe now a few more people will realize exactly what women are dealing with.

Thoughts? Comments? Angry rants? Share below.

Women are responsible for 2/3 of the work done worldwide but earn only 10% of the income and 1% of the property.

Each year 70 million girls are deprived of a basic education and 60 million girls are assaulted on their way to school.

1 in 4 women are victims are domestic violence. And every week 2 women in the UK are killed by a current or former partner.

I know this now. But I didn’t know it before Daniel Craig dressed up as a woman and stood in front of a black backdrop and was told this information.

Are we equal, he was asked.

But I have a different question for CollegeCandy readers. Why did it take Daniel Craig dressing up like a woman to get people to notice this? March 8 is International Women’s Day and I didn’t know that, either. And I know it’s Women’s History month because CollegeCandy told me it is. But what about the rest of the world? What about every other day? Why are we not more aware of the fact that women have yet to be able to hear the question “are we equals?” and answer “yes”?

It’s because we don’t hear these facts. It’s because we don’t know the statistics. It’s because we don’t think anything else needs to be done. We think that women are already equal. That we fought the good fight years ago and now it’s over, and the world is changed. But is it really? Think about the statistics. Think about the stereotypes. Think about everything going on in the news right now. Think about the stats and the numbers and the basic facts.

We think that we can stop asking the question, but we can’t. Because until those statistics I now know about, and you now know about, have changed, have drastically declined, then we’re not equal. Not even close.

So it’s Monday morning. You’re already late. There are a million things you should be doing right now. But really, you just want to sip your latte until you’re more awake and hold off on starting this week a little bit longer, right? Right.

Well, don’t worry. I’ve got you covered. If there’s one thing us college girls are good at it’s procrastination. And if there’s one thing that never fails to provide the perfect means to procrastinate it’s YouTube. Whether you want to watch laughing babies or fuzzy animals, crazy teens, or talented pre-teens, YouTube has it all. The perfect way to kill time, to brighten your mood, and to make your Monday better.

This weekend, I had a lot of reasons to procrastinate. So I put my free time to good use and compliled a list of my top ten favorite YouTube sensations. Enjoy.

10. Baby Bopping to Single Ladies. Most adorable baby ever. Who would think that Bryonce’s video would have been such a hit with such a younger crew? I bet if he’d been at the VMAs, this baby would have been up there with Kanye in second.

9. David after the Dentist. Nothing quite like a little dental surgery to put things into perspective. I still laugh watching poor David struggle with “feeling funny,” with his worries that this might last forever, with his inability to count his fingers, and with the age old question we’re all asking every day, is this real life?

8. Greyson Chace. The boy that Ellen hopes will be the next Justin Bieber. She found his cover of Lady Gaga’s Paparazzi and was so impressed that she started her own record label just to sign him. The boy hasn’t exactly risen to fame yet, but given some time he might just get there.

7. OMG, Shoes. What could one possibly say about this video? Shoes. Shoes. Shoes. OMG, Shoes. Yes, I think that about covers it, don’t you?

6. The sneezing panda. Shortly after discovering this video, which I watched time after time, when I finally stopped laughing, I showed it to my mother. She watched it once, laughed, and said, “Damn kids, they can just never give you a moment of peace, can they?” Clearly, this YouTube video crosses species.

5. The Charlie bit me video. As an older sibling I stand by Charlie’s older brother. Younger siblings get away with murder, biting you and torturing you and really hurting you when everyone else just thinks they’re being cute. You may have the rest of the world fooled, Charlie, but I’ve got my eye on you.

4. The girl that did the cover of Lady Gaga’s Born This Way. Only ten years old and Maria Aragon is already singing like a pro. Lady Gaga was so moved by the video that she was brought to tears. And days later, while being interviewed the girl got a surprise call from Mother Monster herself and the two sang together. You really can’t beat that, can you?

3. The girl that needs a job before she can get married. I’m not sure how this little girl got so wise at such a young age, but I couldn’t be prouder watching that video. Maybe feminism isn’t lost on the next generation, after all.

2.  Evoluton of Dance. A 6 minute dance sequence that takes us through the eras, reminding everyone of just how ridiculous those seemingly super cool dance moves will look in a few years. It’s hilarious, but personally, I’m waiting for the remake that includes both the Macarena and the single ladies dance. Think Jud Laipply can teach me how to Dougie?

1. Justin Bieber. The Biebs took the number one spot if only because he really is the most successful YouTube sensation of all time. Where would the world be if he had never sung his heart out on YouTube? If Usher had never signed him? Teenage girls would still be obsessing over the Jonas Brothers!

Okay. So that’s my top ten. What are your favorite YouTube videos of all time?

[Check out Jenn's other musings-in-the-form-of-a-list here.]

Why is Dianna Agron apologizing to Gleeks?

Can today’s female icons be both beautiful AND smart?

How to please your man with just your hands.

A guide to dramatic makeup trends for fall.

Looks like John Mayer’s got a new target.

The Kardashian girls are coming to QVC (with major cuteness).

Patti Stanger dishes on Millionaire Matchmaker season 4.

Why is Christina Hendricks on a diet?!