Two days into freshman year I went to my first frat party. Walking into the Greek lettered doors made me feel like I had just stepped onto a movie set. Everyone had red solo cups! Everyone was dancing and having oodles of fun! And Oh my god! Is that an ice-luge!? Yeah, best night of my life…until the cops came.

Regardless, for the next two years I lived and loved the open frat parties. I thought our love affair would never end…and then, this past weekend we broke up. Now, I still enjoy the small frat mixers but the crazy parties, have gotten…well, old. “Why? What could be better than living in an animal house world?” You ask.

Well, here are my top five answers.

The abundance of scantily clad freshmen. Sure, I was once a freshman myself, and being away from home and being able to wear and do whatever you want is exciting, but eventually you will regret wearing a bandana-sized piece of cloth as a top.  And I’m all for sex and I’m all for dancing but do you really need to attempt both simultaneously on the dance floor in front of everyone? It seems these open parties contain about 80% girls and about 75% of those are freshmen girls. Trust me ladies, the body shot phrase will get old, and I’m over watching it.

One word: Keystone. Really guys, Keystone Light, at every party? Keystone has got to be one of the grossest, cheapest liquids ever created. Spring for something a few notches higher. I’m not saying I expect margaritas to be blended before my eyes (although that would be amazing) but there are better beverages out there than Keystone. PLEASE switch it up! Boxed wine would be an immense step up for just as much money! Get some class, guys. Read More »

Drinking too much is bad. Urging people to drink safely and stay away from their car after a few beers is good. Using a half-naked chick to tell people drinking too much is bad, especially if they want to drive…is confusing.

Arrive Alive, an organization devoted to ending drunk driving, has recently begun a prevention campaign that consists of lifelike stickers of a totally wasted girl in both men’s and women’s restrooms. The girl in the men’s restroom sticker is sitting with her thigh-high stockinged legs apart, eyes drooping, as though she’s just stumbled into the wrong bathroom and collapsed on the floor. I’ll sober up when I’m behind the wheel, her black shirt states. Read More »

Cheers to you Bravo for finally understanding your Project Runway audience: girls and gays (and the occasional boyfriend suckered into watching). And I know I’m speaking on behalf of my girly girls and fashion loving flamo’s when I say, male models in their boxers briefs are exactly what we want to see on a Wednesday night (And their washboard abs didn’t hurt either).

Who needs waif-ish awkward walking female models that are in desperate need of a date with Mrs. Fields, when we can watch scantily clad male models prancing around Parsons?

Last night’s challenge was a first for Project Runway: design a menswear look for Today Show correspondent and former NFL player, Tiki Barber. And while the high-stress environment was fascinating to watch, I was more fascinated by the fact that Elisa refused to look at her model when he stripped down to his boxers- claiming that her beau is the only guy who she will touch/look at in his undies. I’m sorry what? Woman-I don’t care if your boyfriend is Brad Pitt, when a male model strips down to his skivvies- you pay attention!! Read More »