Steve Jobs and Apple held a press conference earlier today regarding all the controversy surrounding  the defects found in the iPhone 4. If ya’ll remember correctly, I was the geeky nerd who stood in line on June 24th at the Apple store and waited for two hours (with the rest of the Apple fanatics) to get my hands on the new iPhone. Undeterred by the heat or long lines, I felt as if Steve Jobs had made the world a better place with the newest iPhone. In my review, I wrote about how much I loved the iPhone 4 and how (seriously) my life had changed since I’d gone “Apple.”

Well, close to a month later, I am sad to admit that though I have been entirely satisfied with “Jose” (my delicious techie partner-in-crime), there are some bad qualities about Steve Jobs, Apple and the iPhone that I just can’t ignore. First things first, yes, the reception is entirely sucky. I can’t even hold my phone “correctly” without the bars going down significantly. And even when I have full reception (which is rare, btw) I get so many dropped calls that I don’t even want to call people. My flash is way too bright, making all the photos that I take all night look ghostly and scary. Plus, even though Facetime is awesome (no, seriously, really awesome), it’s so shaky and unreliable on Wi-Fi that unless I’m using it to talk to my friends in other rooms under the same network, it rarely gives me the video chat experience that I had previously envisioned.

Which sorta defeats the purpose, yes?

But still, just like with that bad boy who keeps treating me like crap, I keep making excuses for Steve, Apple and “Jose.” I tell all my friends, “Who makes phone calls nowadays? It’s all about texting!” and “I don’t care if the pictures look funny, Jose’s got an amazing flash!” I just can’t walk away. I know Jose isn’t perfect and that I can’t fix him, but I keep hoping and praying that my love is enough to get us by. That he’ll change, that he’ll become the functional phone I know he can be.  Read More »

Tuffy Luv is your friendly neighborhood advice columnist. You can find her swinging from buildings…or at TuffyLuv@collegecandy.com. Either way.

Dear Tuffy Luv,

My college program keeps me and my friends in school full time in the summer. I was totally excited to be back at school after our winter internships and see all my friends. Everything was going totally swell. The weather was great and we had one midterm left to go so we started planning a beach trip/camping trip. I didn’t have the same lunch break as my friends so I left some of the detail planning up to them. Anyway, it was a couple a days before we were planning on going camping and I’m hanging out with my best friend. She is literally my only girl friend at college (male dominated programs are tricky that way) and a really important to me. I saw a list of camping supplies on her dresser and asked what was up with the planning and how much money I owed for supplies. And then her exact words are “You’re not going.” I got bumped from the trip because there wasn’t enough room in the car.

I wouldn’t have normally been that upset or mad but one of the people going was her friend that didn’t live in our dorm and never hung out with the group of us that did. She only hung out with my friend who kicked me off the trip. The guys going were a really great bunch but one of them was also the guy that my friend was hooking up with and then later she found out he was seeing some other girl in the winter when he moved away for his internship.

Is it just me or did I totally just get replaced? We haven’t been speaking but I told her I was really pissed off about getting ditched and that we hadn’t tried to get another car or something. She really doesn’t think it was a big deal at all and thinks I’m being dumb for being pissed. I really don’t think I have anything to apologize for but clearly she thinks so since she hasn’t made any effort to talk to me after I told her I was mad. I really don’t want to “cave” and apologize for getting mad but she’s not making any effort to talk to me!

What do I do???

-Ditched. Read More »

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Sometimes it happens immediately, sometimes it takes a few weeks or even months, but no matter when you first realize you despise someone you’ve hooked up with, the realization is enough to knock even the most confident girl off her feet.

Astrologically, I’m really not supposed to get along with Aquarius males in a relationship setting.

Never one to let Astrology get me down, however, a few years ago I decided to hook up with a guy who was a mystery except for his sign (Aquarius, of course) and his choice in college parties (the dirty, loud dorm suite we first met at should have been an indication of things to come).

After a few tipsy run-ins that spanned a few weeks, I decided to cut ties with the dude because A) he was kind of stupid and B) he wasn’t very good at anything that involved the female anatomy. As the months wore on, and classes changed, I ended up finding myself in not one, not two, but three classes with the guy.

Initially, I didn’t think much of it. I mean, we didn’t talk much when we were hooking up, so it wasn’t really awkward to be around him, and any emotional attachment I may have felt by accident had certainly faded away by the time I realized his ability to dress himself matched his ability to make conversation. 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 »