Oh, boys—can’t live with them, can’t live without them. First he’s joining you for a romantic snowball fight or making you a thoughtful, handmade gift, then he’s holding your sexy pictures hostage and updating his Facebook status on your wedding day.

If only they could just read our minds and know what we really want. Spontaneous bouquets? Fabulous! Constantly yapping about his ex? Not so great.

Oh well; I guess things could be worse. You could be a poor, pants-deprived 11^th grader like Taylor Momsen (TayTay: I blame women like you for why there aren’t more female CEOs) or a soon-to-be-sacked slacker like the guy who let a Real Housewife crash the White House state dinner. You could be in a position where you have to resort to taking alcohol pills or subsisting only on freaky cafeteria food. You could be an actual groupie, rather than a recessionista who just lives on a groupie’s budget.

So chin up, lady, and don’t let the guys get you down—it’s Friday! Take a breather, indulge in some retail therapy, and try laying off the dudes for as long as you can stand it. It couldn’t hurt to take some me-time this weekend.

I have to take off my flip flops to get on a plane, but they'll let anyone into the White House.

By now everyone has heard about the infamous couple who somehow managed to crash a party at the White House. Michaele and Tareq Salahi gained entry to the White House state dinner last week without being on the list, rubbing shoulders with Joe Biden, Katie Couric and Obama himself. Everyone wants to know who these people are and what they were thinking.

What I want to know is who the hell was the security guy and how can I get him hired in my city?

I think the White House needs to make some cuts, let this guy go and perhaps hire some security guards who have “able to read guestlists” on their resume. (I mean, come on, what’s next – will Bin Laden just saunter into the Oval Office??) Then this guy will be free to work a number of venues, (where he has no way of sacrificing our national security) and help me out big time.

The Liquor Store Near Campus
Now that I’m 21, I no longer sweat buckets buying a bottle of wine, but for all of my poor under-age college friends who still do, this guy would be a big help. He obviously doesn’t want to offend anyone by say, turning them away. We could all march in there anxiety free, pick up a couple cases of beer and confidently claim we’re 25 year old Susan from Canada.

An Overpriced New Years Eve Venue
This year NYE is really stressing me out. All the cool places want to charge me an arm and a leg to party all night long, sending me straight into the new year with a big fat negative in my bank account. But this White House guy can really help me out. If I shmooze him and claim that I did in fact purchase a $300 ticket but absent-mindedly left it home, chances are he will believe me and let me pass. Being able to party at a venue I can’t afford without giving up eating for a month? Priceless. Read More »