I guess Sex and the City big shots didn’t learn their lesson with the second Sex and the City movie. Sure, the series was really awesome and basically biblical for sassy young professional ladies living in a big city. But it had its run, and the first film proved that there’s not much more to say about Carrie and Big. However, it appears that SATC 3 is possibly in the works, according to SJP.

I don’t know about you, but there are a million more trequels I’d like to see before having to sit through the saga of Carrie’s indecisiveness, Samantha’s sexcapades (best part), Charlotte’s boring life and Miranda’s cynicism. To name a few… Read More »

We’re back with another edition of G.W.W.E. (Guys We Wanna Eff)!

As of 10:30 am today, I have handed in my last paper, completed my last final exam, and have shaken off the stress of another academic year.  I’ve been waiting for this moment for weeks—not only for the bliss of summer, but for my date tonight. That’s right, I’ve got my box of popcorn and a matinee tickets to X-Men Origins: Wolverine, with none other than hunky Ryan Reynolds.

You’d have to be a heartless (er, vagina-less?) beast to not want to eff RR. His chisled bod and perfect pearly whites are the stuff of every warm-blooded female’s fantasy. I just Googled his pics to find one to use in this article, and there is literally page after page of bare-chested wonderment. Who said there was no such thing as free porn? (Editor’s Note: Mmmmmm.)

Besides his current feature in X-Men (which opened this week has already sparked rumors of a spinoff film for his character) Reynolds has starred in Smokin’ Aces and Definitely Maybe. But let’s not forget my personal favorite (and perhaps his best-known role), stealing the show in National Lampoon’s Van Wilder.

Reynolds has been my favorite campus hottie since I saw Van Wilder in 2002. After watching the suave and cunning Reynolds charm all the ladies, I too wanted to date the big man on campus. But my eighth-grade fantasies clearly were not the stuff of my present-day, sweatpants-and-under-eye-circles reality (let’s just say I’m not catching the eye of any frat pack types around here, okay?). So tonight, I reunite with the chiseled hunk, hoping that his sharp-eyed gaze can look past my post-finals funk and reward my hard work with some hard effing…if only in my dreams.

We’re back with another edition of G.W.W.E. (Guys We Wanna Eff)!  This week, kick back and relax with a big cup of  Kal Penn.

Not many men can put a gun to their heads one day and accept a highly prestigious federal job the next, but leave it to Kal Penn to pull it off. Earlier this week, the scrumptious House star had fans in a tizzy when they tuned in to discover his character, Dr. Lawrence Kutner, had committed suicide. Turns out, Penn had his character on the popular show killed off so that he could accept a job as President Obama’s Associate Director of the White House Office of Public Liaison! With the economy being what it is, for anyone to make a career leap at this time is impressive, but the (literally) show-stopping switch by Kal is infinitely effable. Read More »

Listen up incoming freshmen: in a few weeks, you’re going to find yourself on a huge college campus full of more hook-up potential than you could ever dream. In the next few years, some of you will have long-term relationships, while many of you will engage in short-term hook-ups.

There are several types of college relationships that have an urban legend-esque feel to them: the sexy school girl and the married professor, the sexy school girl and the teaching assistant, and, of course, the sexy school girl and the resident assistant.

I have never hooked up with one of my RAs, but that’s because I’ve only ever had female RA’s. Still, I know plenty of people who have dabbled in these waters. I’m not here to condone or condemn the practice, because I’ve certainly had my fair share of regrettable trysts, but I am here to lay out some of the baggage that comes with such a hook up.

First of all, consider the fact that even inter-floor mating can lead to year-long awkwardness. If you fear the inevitable walk of shame, imagine the anxiety that comes with the chance that one of your floormates sees you leaving the RA’s room in last night’s bar clothes. Even if you survive the W.O.S, you risk the rumors and reputation — people are more apt to label someone “the girl that banged the RA” than “the chick who nailed whatshisname in 5B.” Even worse, if you can’t handle the tension of a chance meeting on the elevator (or on the way to the showers), you are biting off more than you can chew with by shacking up with your RA.

Your RA is someone you will probably have to turn to throughout the year. He’ll be the one to let you into your room when you are locked out wearing only a towel. This means he also has the master key to your room (not implying anything, just saying). He’s also someone who will have to keep tabs on you throughout the year. He’ll be writing you up for dorm parties, open containers, and that hole in your wall that you forgot to fix before move-out day. This fact alone can open up a brand new can of worms in Relationship Land. Read More »