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Sometimes we all need a little pick-me-up. Sometimes we want to know that rockstars are also experiencing excessive amounts of stress. Sometimes we feel like our head might expload, but we find comfort in the thought of Dolly Parton working “9-5!”

So here are some tunes, work related, lamenting about said work, fueling your fire and giving you that extra boost to make it through the day. You can do it! God speed!

1. 9 to 5- Dolly Parton

2. Workin’ Day and Night- Michael Jackson

3. Work It- Missy Elliott

4. If Work Permits- The Format

5. A Hard Day’s Night- The Beatles

6. She Works Hard for the Money- Donna Summer

7. Work is a 4 letter Word- The Smiths

8. Workingman’s Blues #2- Bob Dylan

9. I Can’t Get No Satisfaction- The Rolling Stones

10. The Distance- Cake

11. Manic Monday- The Bangles

12. Everybody wants to rule the world- Tears For Fears

13. Light&Day- The Polyphonic Spree

14. Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go- Wham!

That’s right, I included George Michael…what about it?!

[Got any work inspired tunes?? Let us know!]

Michael Cera, a.k.a Cutey McCuterson

CC Staff — Tue, 21 Aug 2007 18:58:35 +0000

Over the weekend, my boyfriend and I went to see Superbad, and even he had a Man Crush on Michael Cera.

And lately, who doesn’t? Girls are going nuts over this guy!

The only other thing y’all would have really seen him in was as the awkward, nervous and hilarious George-Michael Bluth in Arrested Development, but now that Superbad is a hit, he’s gonna be everywhere.

Seriously, how cute is he?

His character in Superbad, Evan, is adorably dorky yet totally likable. In my opinion, he completely makes the movie. All of his lines are funny, and he delivers them awesomely. He’s got that shy confidence that could easily pull Becca, his on-screen crush, in real life, if he wanted to.

Radar has a great interview with the 19-year-old Canadian cutie you can check out here, where he talks about using game on the ladies and living with the ‘rents.

Ohh, I love new celebrity crushes. Guess it’s time to take down my Leo posters!

P.S. Superbad is super funny, especially if you like penis jokes. Lots of them.

Zac Efron’s Fans Go Ape Sh!t. I Am Still Not Convinced

Jess - NYU — Wed, 08 Aug 2007 14:47:03 +0000

Zac Efron has fans. And some of them may have rabies.

Given the obscene amount of comments (perhaps the most CC has ever received on one article? At least with the most spelling mistakes) connected to my first blog about this 17-year-old sugar coated star, I’m a little afraid to have another go.

But what the hell. I’m a troublemaker.

According to half a dozen angry rants, I don’t know Zac at all, he’s an amazing actor, his body just oozes hotness, and anyone who comes close to insulting him is wasting the world’s time—because he is loved by all.

So here’s what I did. I held my breath, typed his name into Google, and ventured out onto the Internet Superhighway to find out about all things Efron. Would recent pictures prove to me that he is indeed hotter than the sun? After reading a few interviews, would I be convinced of his supposed saintly goodness? And would I ever find out who Vanessa Hudgens was?

I’ll tell you one thing, wax figure or not, Z. Efron has got more websites devoted to him than Jenna Jameson (approximately. I didn’t actually do the math). He has certifiably grabbed the Tween market in two well manicured hands, and as long as he’s attached to Disney and stays away from the coke, seems destined to make little girls weep from joy for years.

But as a 24-year-old woman, I still don’t get it. I just don’t. And you know what, I don’t think I’m supposed to.

Most of this boy’s fans are young enough to be completely baffled by grammar, innocent enough to become enraged over a blog that may or may not defame him, and immature enough to miss the real gist of what my initial argument was. These girls (and boys?) are young, and just the way my generation was fooled by Lance Bass, and the generation before that by George Michael, they haven’t the experience to understand why some might consider their blessed Efron…less than manly.

Who knows if this newest Disney cherub is gay? And really, who cares? He’s rich, he’s obviously talented enough to garner attention, and will either mature like DiCaprio or fizzle out like Haim.

So abrasive, spelling-deficient Efron fans, let’s agree to disagree, alright? Go ahead and love a boy who can’t seem to grow facial hair, and I’ll go on thinking he spends more time getting ready in the morning than I do.

80’s Popstars: Time has not been kind.

CC Staff — Mon, 02 Jul 2007 19:30:19 +0000

The 1980′s offered up some of music’s biggest hits…and biggest flops. But more than the songs themselves, the people that made them were infamous for their style, which can only be described as “so 80′s.”

Our friends at AolMusic have compiled a fantastic collection of 80′s Pop Stars before and after photos. Check out how they’ve transformed over the years and decide for yourself if they’ve kept up with the times or have simply gone the way of the perm…so 80′s.

See the photos after the jump:

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Recycle Your Shopping Bags… Use Them For Sex!

Jess - NYU — Sat, 23 Jun 2007 20:00:14 +0000

Hey guys and gals! Bored with your sex life? Handcuffs and role play leaving something to be desired? Dirty talk becoming cliché? Well, have I got a new sex fetish for you! It’s strange, slightly unsafe, and so out there I almost think it was made up to sell more magazines. What is it, you ask?

Bagging.

The Sun recently ran an article about the newest sex craze to hit Britain since George Michael, and claims that “Bagging, or masking, is a fetish that’s being taken up by couples looking for daring ways to spice up their love life.” Before a pair starts to get it on, “one of [them] agrees to have their head covered”.

Now, we all know The Sun isn’t the most scholarly magazine to ever hit newsstands, but I have no doubt of this fetish’s validity. These days, we’re all about being turned on by anything and everything. Got an old pump with half the heel broken off? Someone will find that erotic. A pair of ripped up stockings? Half a peanut butter sandwich? People are getting off on those things all over the world. Right now. As you’re reading this. Seriously.

As for me, the idea of Bagging is a little too weird. Wouldn’t it be strange to have sex to the sounds of crinkling paper? Wouldn’t it be odd to stare at the same bag you carried your eggs home in while you’re going at it? Whatever happened to looking lovingly into a partner’s eyes?

Maybe I’m old fashioned. What do you think, lovelies?

Does Bagging sound appealing, or just plain freaky?