For better or for worse, 99 percent of my (random, outside of a relationship) hookups have occurred while I was sober. I’ve experienced pure pleasure, unadulterated awkwardness, sheer disappointment, and un-obscured lust without being impaired of intoxicated in any way. Not that I think I’m a special snowflake because of this – I know this particular piece of my life’s narrative is far from unique. That said, we all know that alcohol is the backbone of most social interactions in college because — let’s be real — without it, most parties would resemble a lame middle school dance. Alcohol lowers our inhibitions, makes us a little (or a lot) more open to adventure, and, often times, provides an excuse for questionable behavior.

Seriously, I can’t keep track of the weekend recaps I’ve heard from my friends who got drunkface and did something with someone that they regret. Whether it’s hooking up with someone inappropriate and disgusting or merely hooking up with someone sooner than expected, alcohol was often the catalyst for Sunday morning woes of despair over brunch. There was recently an article posted on Jezebel that confirmed my suspicions that people often use alcohol as a (wobbly at best) crutch. College culture totally condones drunken sexual shenanigans, and while I don’t want to be all judgmental and conservative, I can’t help but find this trend alarming. Read More »

[Everyone’s got a morning after story (though some are WAY worse than others) and we wanna hear yours! Send it over to us and we’ll post it – anonymously, of course – right here!]

I am currently studying abroad in an unspecified location in the world. We’ll just say… not in the U.S. (really narrowing it down there). My host university always organizes events at bars and such for students, but my roommates and I usually just pass on them because they just wind up being these huge all-American fests. But the other night we actually decided to go because this particular bar, in the red-light district, was serving unlimited free wine and beer between 9 p.m. and 10 p.m. and, honestly, who could pass that up?

We did our usual pregame before the bar and all 4 out of my 4 roommates wound up getting wasted. Literally, couldn’t stand up, needed-to-borrow-the-flip-flops-I-conveniently-had-in-my-purse wasted. Mind you, it was only around 8 p.m. We hadn’t even left the house and I was already fully concerned about my roommates’ well-being, mainly because bouncers in this particular city are extremely strict with blatantly belligerent people trying to enter into their clubs (I wonder why…).

But I was worrying for nothing. Somehow all of us managed to get let in and the real (free) drinking quickly began. After we all scurried over to the bar to grab some drinks I wound up chatting it up with an adorable American guy for a really long time while all my roommates disappeared into another adjacent room. I wasn’t too worried though; it was a pretty small place. Only when I finally made my way over there, let’s say around 9:30 p.m., 2 out of the 4 girls were missing. Read More »

Just about everyone out there seems to have dating horror stories. Seriously, ask anybody; chances are they’ll tell you that they have a relationship that they wish had just never happened. I myself went through a pretty nasty break up earlier this year. Not only was I with the guy for over 3 years, we lived together and were planning a wedding when I realized that what we were doing was a mistake and called everything off.

I’ve spent the past 7 months trying to put my life back together and pretty much hating my ex for how nasty he got post-breakup.

Recently, however, a friend and I were talking about living without regrets. She said, “I don’t regret anything. Sure I’ve made mistakes and have had rough times, but all of that made me who I am today. And I love what I see in the mirror, so why bother with regrets?” I love my friend for her incredible amount of self confidence, and she really made me think. I realized that instead of hating my ex and wishing that I’d never met him, not EVERYTHING about our time together was bad.

From every relationship I’ve been in, I’ve taken something away and learned from them all: Read More »

Makeup is fun. With makeup I can make myself look like anything I want. I can glam myself up, or play out a more natural look. I can turn myself into a sex kitten, or an innocent girl next door.

But it has taken years and years of trial and error to know what looks good on my face and what makes me look like Mimi from the Drew Carey Show. Looking back I’ve had some pretty disastrous makeup moments that I have comprised into my top 5 makeup regrets.

1. Sweat + black eyeliner = scary raccoon eyes. Now I love me some black eyeliner, especially when I’m putting on a cute little dress and going out to a club, but there are certain places where it’s probably not a good idea to pile on the black and, unfortunately, I’ve learned this the hard way.

One night my friends and I dressed ourselves up to go out dancing and I had put on a ton of dark eyeshadow and eyeliner. The dance floor was completely packed and after about half an hour we were all sweaty and gross. My friend and I went to the bathroom to cool down and when I looked in the mirror, I found that the makeup I had so meticulously applied was now all over my face! Seriously, it looked as if I had rubbed a huge piece of charcoal all around my eye and down my cheeks. My black eyeshadow had literally melted from me sweating and was now sitting in clumps on my eyelids. Needless to say I had to scrub it all off before anyone (besides all those people I saw pre-bathroom trip) saw my disaster of a face. Read More »

I have found myself in quite the sticky situation.

A lot of us twentysomethings can probably understand the situation I’m about to recall. Due to the copious amounts of liquor that most of us consume during college and there after (when we’re finally legal), we often up the next morning with regrets I.E. Did I really say that? Did I really kiss him? Where is my bra? …etc.

Luckily, I wasn’t the one who woke up with regrets.

What do you do when you’re best friends with a couple — the girl and the guy are equally close to you — and one of them, oh, I don’t know, makes out with another person while you’re out together?!

Naturally, this put me in a bad situation. So, instead of running to their significant other, I texted a fourth party who is equally close with the two of us and asked her what. do. I. do?! The fourth party then inexplicably decided to go and tell “the significant other.”

Now, I told my good friend (who did the making out with a stranger) that if she didn’t tell her boy the next day, I would. She agreed and said she would tell him…unfortunately the news got to him before she could. Being that him and I are good friends, he called me the next morning to confirm the situation and I couldn’t lie when I received his phone call.  The truth is, I would have wanted him to do the same for me and I would have told her, had he been the one to mess up. She would have expected that from me and been devastated had I kept that information from her, had she found out later that I knew.

So tell me, if you’re best friends with a couple and you’re stuck in the middle of knowing information that could potentially really hurt your friends, WHAT WOULD YOU DO?

Keep it to yourself? Take the “Girl Power” role and stick with the girl? Or tell them the truth?