Forever a dreamer, I have lived through movies. I wanted to change the bad boy like Reese Witherspoon in Cruel Intentions. I wanted a wardrobe like Anne Hathaway in The Devil Wears Prada. And mostly, I wanted to dance my way to sex like Jennifer Grey in Dirty Dancing (and not in the frat party/grinding sorta way).

Keep dreaming, right?

However, after spending lots of time analyzing my favorite movies, I’ve realized that it’s not so hard for the everyday man to create a movie moment in everyday life. Sure, finding a Leonardo DiCaprio to sketch my naked body on a sinking ship might be hard (and not ideal considering the ending), but many of the most romantic gestures in movies aren’t so hard to manage, even without a script: Read More »

Although I am in sad lack of it, patience is a virtue that is greatly rewarded.  If you have patience with wine, it improves.  If you wait a bit with cheese, it tastes amazing (just not too long – that could get dangerous).  Even if you are patient with people, they usually get better. Well, some people. Not my ex-boyfriend.

The last is especially true with some child celebrities.   Sure, most child stars end up passed out in a gutter surrounded by VHS tapes of their glory days, but some – especially some pretty choice boy toys – turn out just right. Let’s take a look at some of our favorite young hotties who grew up, aged like a fine bottle of Boones Farm, and suddenly got super hot.

Joseph Gordon-Levitt

Yeah, I watched Third Rock From the Sun and was therefore super excited to see JGL starring in that am-AZING classic, 10 Things I Hate About You.  What a cutie, right?  Well, Joey totes grew up and I love him way more than my Skechers (…’cause I don’t have a Prada backpack). Read More »

Some movies make you laugh till your tummy hurts, while some movies inspire you with their message. There are some that make you terrified to sleep alone after watching, or ones that are so graphic and disgusting that they make you puke in your mouth and consequently scar you for life. And then there are  the ones that make you shed a tear (or in my case, bawl my eyes out till they are puffy and swollen).

Those are my favorites. Sound strange? Then tell me you’ve never had one of those days when you just wanted to have a good cry. It’s ok. Everyone needs a little release (followed by a giant brownie) now and then. If you’re having a day like that, check out on of these: my list of the best tear-jerkers of all time. Read More »

[Welcome to my Weekly Love List, a list on all things I love. Because if I love them, well, obviously you may (and should) love them too. As the Backstreet Boys song says (and yes I am actually quoting them) "My Love is All I Have To Give." So with that throwback, here are this week's list-worthy things…]

If there is one thing I love, it’s nostalgia. There is nothing better than sitting around with your friends looking at photos of those awful bangs, horrible stirrup leggings and puff painted sweatshirts and reminiching about the days of yore.  So for this week’s LOVE List I thought I would delve back into those scrapbooks and bring you my top 5 childhood LOVES. It’s hard to narrow down to five so let us know what you loved back then too!

1. Platform Jump Shoes. This must-have trend (from Vagabonds to Rebels to Sketchers) were the  gym shoe in my middle school. Obviously worn with your Paris Blues or your ribbed light purple Hard Tails. I thought I was too cool for school in my black and white “gym shoes” (which is ironic since they  were unacceptable for gym class).

2. Beanie Babies. I have a TRUNK of these bad boys sitting in basement because TY had me convinced that my discontinued Garcia Bear would be worth thousands by now. Too bad they are selling on ebay for $5.00. Not only does my lunch costs more than that, it’s less than their original $6.00 price tag. But at the time, Beanie babies were like a hot pair of Manolos on major sale: sold out in stores everywhere,  causing fights by pushy mothers nationwide. For a good two years, there was not a holiday or birthday that went by that someone did not give me a Beanie Baby. Read More »

Our BFF from Titanic took home 2 awards!

A look at the makeup at the Golden Globes.

A new and surprising place to find cute jewelry on the cheap.

Detoxing doesn’t always mean giving up everything.

A new Microsoft (musical) commercial. Has to be fake, right?

Haley Joel Osment is funny.

Someone tell Kanye we don’t need to see him naked.

Still on break? (We hate you.) Here are a few ideas for making the most of it.

Good news, ladies: Blake Fielder-Civil is back on the market!

T. Tandon: a designer to love, want and dream about.

Which is better for your student group: a FB page, or group?

WTF is up with Mickey Rourke?

Dear Grey’s Anatomy,

This is the hardest letter I’ve ever had to write. We’ve had some wonderful times, you and I—all those steamy scenes in the elevator at Seattle Grace come to mind. However (and I say this with a heavy heart), it is past time to part ways. I simply cannot devote an entire hour out of my week to you anymore. At one time, I happily planned my Thursday evening around seeing you, but now? I hardly recognize you. You have changed in the last two years, and while I first stayed out of loyalty, that is no longer reason enough.

It’s not me, it’s you. I mean that in the nicest way possible…you’re really not my type anymore. I’m sure there are some who would find Izzie and Denny having passionate ghost-sex thrilling, but it’s just not for me. In the words of McDreamy, there should be more kissing. And between actual, live humans.

There used to be excitement. Addison Shepherd’s arrival at the hospital had me reeling. I nearly fell off the couch when Meredith put her hand in the body cavity with the bomb. Izzie’s romance with her heart patient (while he was still living, anyway) made me long for my very own Denny. When he died I cried in a manner unseen since Titanic. You used to incite a windstorm of emotions. I never knew what I was feeling. Did I want MerDer to work? Was Burke the right man for Cristina? And what about Finn? Read More »

[In CC's third installment of G.W.W.E (Guys We Want to Eff), we take on the beautiful and strangely eternally youthful Leonardo DiCaprio.

You may know DiCaprio as the sweet-as-pie mentally challenged kiddo in What's Eating Gilbert Grape, or perhaps you remember him from Titanic -- which you may or may not have seen 4 times and cried like a little baby during each and every viewing. These days, Darling DiCaprio is starring in Ridley Scott's new film Body of Lies, adding the 'tough guy' moniker to his already long list of characters.]

I’m not embarrassed to admit that when I was in 7th grade, I had 102 pictures of Leonardo DiCaprio on my wall. My room was a virtual DiCaprio museum. I owned a copy of Baz Luhrmann’s Romeo and Juliet and I had seen Titanic more than twice, Jack’s death causing me to sob each and every time like I had lost a member of my own family. You see, I was in love with Leonardo. No one could understand the bond I shared with him — but it was true and it was beautiful.

Back then, I wasn’t really thinking about DiCaprio as effing material, but now that I’m older, I can firmly say that there’s no way you could not want to eff him. Read More »

I’m 10 days deep into a summer fling of the best kind.

Him: A good friend (we’ll call him Fred) I’ve had a thing for, for years. He just got back from studying abroad and the ocean air and warm weather treated him very well.

I kind of thought our first encounter in the bedroom was a one-time occurrence. A tipsy romp between the sheets that was very memorable, but a sexual outlier…that is until it happened again the next night.

And again two nights later.

To the untrained eye, nothing is different. No awkward conversations, no weirdness whatsoever and the sex is nothing short of mind blowing. So where’s the problem?

He is my best friend’s ex-boyfriend. Read More »

I fancy myself quite a connoisseur of romance. I am a girl who has seen nearly every romantic comedy in existence, whose reading materials of choice consist of happily ever after type articles and books, and who is able to read a romantic undertone into nearly every song she hears. I suppose to say I am a romance connoisseur is an understatement; I am a love-junkie.

It can, and has been argued that the fine line between the real-life reality and expectation of romance, and the “fiction” type I hold on to seems to be a line I have blurred—possibly to an unrecognizable point. To put it simply, I think I might have a problem.

My name is Rory and I am addicted to romance. I am addicted to the idea of romance—the indestructible, all consuming passion for another person. I have fallen in love with every romantic gesture, declaration, and scene from every romantic comedy, I have swooned at every love song written, and I have melted with every romantic note or Hallmark card I’ve seen. I have used romantic comedies, sitcom relationships, happily ever after ending stories and love songs to develop my idea of love that is, well, completely and utterly unrealistic. Read More »

I’m one of the three people in the world who hated High School Musical.

I thought the writing was terrible, the songs were worse, and the acting was mind-numbingly bad. Granted, it was written for kids, and I guess it was fine for someone just wheening themselves off Sesame Street and the Disney Channel, but when it comes to the over-16 crowd who worship the movie, I just don’t understand.

Another thing I don’t understand is the magical pull of Zac Efron.

I mean, he kind of looks like he’s made of wax. A 12-year-old wax figurine. I know he’s almost 20, but he sure doesn’t look it, and if it wasn’t all over the place that he was dating what’s-her-name, I’d bet $100 dollars his ass was gay.

So why is he so famous? I think it’s the same reason Sanjaya and Clay Aiken (two boys who should just give up and step out of the closet) were /are so popular. Tween girls love guys who look harmless, sweet, and perfectly groomed. Read More »