I was invited to an All White Boat Party a few weeks back. It was mandatory to wear white, head to toe, to this club-like cruise around Manhattan. So, right away, my first thoughts were: what am I going to wear?!

After shopping for what felt like days, I settled on this adorable two piece set; a pair of fitted, white capri’s with rhinestones on the pockets and a white t-back scoop tank that made my boobs look ferosh.

When we packed on the bus to head into the city, more than 50 people piled on in all different white outfits. The guys were lookin’ dapper in their white linen pants and crisp white button downs. The girls were looking…erm…well, let’s just say that I was the only one dressed, classy, yet sexy.

Most girls were wearing see through, skin tight, mini-dresses. One chick was wearing a sparkled bra from Victoria’s Secret as a shirt. No jacket. No cover up. No lie.

One girl’s dress was so low (like, I could see her belly button low) that we all got a nice glimpse of her nipple.

Again, no lie. Read More »

There are some attributes to the summer season that make it less than perfect. One of these is the prevalence of muffin top sightings, and I’ve just got to vent.

It’s not so much the muffin top in and of itself that irks me. It is OSTS, or One-Size-Too-Small Syndrome, afflicting so many girls that just baffles me.

Why do I refer to this…issue… as OSTS instead of the popular, Muffin Top? Well, in my humble opinion, the phrase “muffin top” implies that the offender is what she eats, and likely has a fondness for Oreos and Taco Bell. This simply is not always true. Skin hanging over your waistband does not mean fatness. I’ve seen girls who can’t possibly be any bigger than a size 4 with a muffin top, and it’s not that they’re at all chubby. Instead, it’s that they insist they’re a size two, and the end result in the obvious: OSTS. It’s not pretty. Read More »