As your official Jersey Shore recapper for the summer, I wanted to bring you a taste of what’s to come. What those Top Chef people call an amuse-bouche, if you will, outlining the pros and cons of the encroaching season of the Jersey Shore. (ONLY ONE WEEK TO GO!)
I know I'm not 100% perfect as a roommate, and I've been guilty of being a hot mess roommate (Sarah, if you're reading this, I'm still sorry I never filled the ice cube trays. Or scrubbed the bathroom like you did!) as well. But come on, there are just some unforgivable awful roommates. Let's count 'em down.
Okay, so I have to level with you. It took every ounce of my will power to not use this column as a LeBron bashing zone. I know that not many people are as passionate about their sports teams, but when you're a die hard Cleveland fan, you understand that being a Cleveland fan is pretty similar to being in an unhealthy relationship. A very, very unhealthy relationship.
After a long weekend of PBRs, cheap white wine and Corona lights this Independence Day, I'm really ready to up my drinking game a bit and start ordering drinks that I'll actually enjoy. No, Smirnoff shots don't count, people.
Love it, hate it or live it, there's no denying that Jersey Shore fever has swept the nation. You better believe I almost went into full-on, panic attack, shortness of breath and reaching to call 911 on my duck phone for assistance when I saw the 10 minute preview of Jersey Shore 2. Point blank: It looks friggin' amazing.
Oh the 1990s/2000s. It feels as if they were just a couple years ago. Well, I guess they were. Still, that doesn't mean that we can't reminisce about the things we loved and so desperately wish we were allowed to embrace today. I love my Yorkie, but she is definitely no "Puppy Surprise."
Jun 21, 2010
Here at CollegeCandy, we're suckers for a good trashy reality show. Which is why I've decided to highlight my favorite trashy reality franchise: The Real Housewives. It's the The Hills in 30+ years, chock full of cougars, bubbies, designer clothes and countless bottles of Pinot Grigio. What's not to love? Well, besides annoying-ass Vicki Gundelson...
Jun 7, 2010
Ahh who doesn't love a holiday where you get a three-day weekend? Is there anything better than waking up on a Monday and realizing you have absolutely nothing to do? Unless, of course, you're one of the many who are trekking down to the beach, Florida, or anywhere awesome.
May 31, 2010
[Don't worry, peeps. I'm not going to spoil the ending of Lost for those of who who haven't dedicated 16 hours of your Sunday to the big event. I can't promise you the readers/commentors won't, though.]
We love our mommies. So very much. In fact, I spent all weekend baking, shopping, dancing and watching the Betty White SNL with my beautiful mom for the momentous Mother's Day. My mom is the coolest, most beautiful, intelligent, sincere woman in the entire universe. She gives great advice and shares clothes with me. Not like a regular mom, she's a cool. mom.
Maybe it's just the 90 degree heat that's making me dizzy has me thinking summer, but June 21st is just around the corner and I'm already starting to load up on sundresses and break out the plaid shorts. In honor of the simply fantastic weather that the northeast graced me with this weekend, I'm counting down the 10 summer must-haves.
This week I was perusing USA Today and stumbled upon an article that struck me as, frankly, a bit terrifying. The article screamed HUGE DEBT, NO SAVINGS in my face, warning all of us in "Gen-Y" (that group of seventeen - twenty-somethings) that we're the only generation unlikely to out-succeed our parents financially.
Whenever you're out at a party, bar or club, you always seem to spot that hottie. "The rules" tell us that we're not supposed to go after that cutie in the button down and that they should come crawling to us with a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates. Hello? It's 2010.
Everyone gets stuck in the same routine on the weekends. Drink, drank, drunk. From frat parties to the bar, the whole thing can get a little tiresome. Here's the bottom line: Parties are great. Parties with a theme? Even better. Here are the top ten party themes to throw or participate in.
Usually when I tell people I write for a website I get a range of reactions. These can span from "Oh, like a blog? Like, about what?" to "Wait, let me help you construct some material that I personally find hilarious but wouldn't appeal to anyone else other than me and maybe four other people in the world."
Did anyone else get a sunburn from the ridiculous weather this weekend? I'm pretty sure this was the first time I was excited to be rubbing aloe on my aching, burning skin after the treacherous winter that we've been put through this year. New York, I'm looking at you.
If you're anything like me, you're a sucker for a name brand. Despite wanting to be above it, I die when I see the new Marc Jacobs handbags or Prada runway show at Fashion Week. Also, if you're anything like me, your bag costs more than what's in your bank account and realistically you shouldn't be buying that Chanel watch that costs more than your rent.
I'm long overdue for a more light-hearted list, since last week's Weekly Ten caused a bit of a controversy to say the very least. So I've decided to focus whatever minuscule amount of energy I have leftover from my ski weekend in Vermont on sharing with you why I really, really adore my bf. Who, by the way, came up with last week's topic for the Weekly Ten...
No matter what your stance on Tiger Woods (and I'm sure you have one, seeing as you can't turn on any television, computer or mobile phone without being blasted with his scandal) at least we can all agree on one factor: his televised apology was bleak. It was really bad. Chris Brown bad.
After my incredible experience at New York Fashion Week this fall (I have a full-year internship in New York City), I became hooked. Luckily, my job in the beauty industry supported my newfound love for this high-energy event and scheduled me to work backstageat some of the biggest shows of the season.
As I'm sure anyone with an internet connection, mobile phone, or the ability to read knows: John Mayer is a tremendous douche bag. In a recent interview with Playboy, he reminds America (as if his Twitter feed wasn't proof enough) why he is the most irritating dbag on the planet.
So, who else has a mean hot wing hangover this morning? Seriously, my heartburn is out of control and I didn't even pound Budweisers last night. In fact, I was so busy licking BBQ sauce off my finders, I couldn't tell you who threw (kicked? passed?) the winning touchdown. I can, however, tell you the best recipe for some wings. And the best/funniest/awesomest commercials from the Super Bowl.
I love pink (even though no one in New York wears it; what the hell?), I'm fussy about what shampoo I use and, if I had the option, I would wear dresses every single day. I've never had brothers and even my dog is a girly girl, but I have always found myself being happiest around the dudes.
It's Monday, so you know what that means: The day is gonna suck It's time for The Weekly Ten! This week I'm going to breathe through my anger (so I don't Ronnie someone) and take a turn to the nerdy side. I love those internet memes. Sharing an inside joke with millions of people? Yes please. Mocking Kanye? Even better.
Does anyone else feel like they've been transported back in time? To 1992, to be precise. A time when Gameboys were cool and gas was only $1.05/gallon. A time when Leno and NBC clawed Letterman out of his deserved Tonight Show spot, against successor Johnny Carson's wishes? I wasn't old enough to understand but don't worry - there's a whole made-for-TV movie on it, "The Late Shift."
This week I have been pretty ticked off about, I don't know, everything? I'd like to blame my new birth control but who knows? It could just be the weather or the fact that I fell on my face in front of about thirty people the other night when I attempted to drunkenly pounce someone and now my knee really, really hurts and I'm cranky.
This week, after a particularly grueling New Year's Eve spent with 25 people in one tiny house with one tiny bathroom in New England, I had time (a lot) to reflect on my resolutions on the train ride back to NYC. I pondered 2010 and my resolutions between pages of Jen Lancaster's memoirs and occasionally badgering the BF to go fetch me red wine from the bar car on the Amtrak.
I am a huge sucker for, well, lack of a better word, stuff. I'm not A&E "Hoarders" bad, but I love to shop and I love fun, innovative products, even if they don't really benefit me in any way. Neti Pot anyone?
This week, as we round out 2009, I've picked out our favorite media-buzz worthy events of the year. Keep in mind that this list will include a lot more cheating and Ed Hardy than Healthcare reform and economic crashes. (Sorry Madoff, I'm just not that into you).
This week I've been inspired by ThisIsWhyYou'reFat.com... or my own personal struggle with winter weight. Between the Christmas cookies, Starbucks peppermint mochas and, oh yeah, lifting my drinking ban, these have all caused me to pack on the weight over the past three months. I could not be more annoyed with the term "winter weight," or having to rationalize that I'm not getting fat, just fluffy.
After a particularly excruciating weekend, I've come to realize a few things. First of all, Patron doesn't sit well with an entire bottle of white wine. Secondly, if you go to an NHL hockey game on a Sunday, do not expect anything to get done that evening. Finally, and most relevantly, I need some serious guidelines when I go out.
Thanks to our biffles over at MTV, I was able to go to the MTVu's Woodie awards. What's a woodie? Oh, please. Don't act like you don't know. The Woodie Awards is only the coolest, most underrated award show ever. MTVu brings my favorite coffee shop jams and booty shaking music together and rewards them with an awkward wooden statue.
Working on Fifth Avenue at New York City is nothing short of glamorous. Every day, I walk to work on one of NYC’s most famous streets, cutting through Central park, walking by the Plaza, passing Saks and finally entering the headquarters of one of the largest beauty companies in the world to work on photoshoots and press kits while bumping into celebs (and their stylists) in the process.
Thanksgiving. Sigh. After being more stuffed than the holiday turkey, it's time to come to terms with the fact that the holiday season has begun. Whether you celebrate Hannukah, Christmas, Kwanzaa or none of the above, it's a given that you will be inundated with all kinds of holiday-ness over the next 6 weeks.
This week, in light of the upcoming treasured holiday, I started thinking about all the things in my life that I have to be thankful for: my family, the boy, YSL lipstick and, of course, the inevitable huge delicious meal my mama's going to prepare this week. But that's all kinda boring. I mean, who isn't thankful for family? So instead, I decided to count down the 10 things I'm un-thankful for this holiday season.
This week I'm focusing on the "click click flash" that consumes your weekend. You go out, someone inevitably breaks out the camera (every 4 minutes) and you start posing like you're ready for the cover of Nylon. Great idea, but these pictures are going to end up on Facebook for the world to see the next day when you're sober. Oof.