Remember the days when a chaste woman wore a white wedding gown and saved herself for the honeymoon? Me neither. Times are changing, and so are society's views on sex. Just look at prime-time television.
I’m not a scientist, nor am I a statistics analyzer, but I’d be willing to bet the majority of lies embellishments you’ve told recently have been directed at the men in your life. That’s just the way it goes. You hit college and suddenly the dating field is a battleground. It’s every girl for herself and if you’ve got to fib your way into the arms of Mr. Wonderful, then so be it.
I met him my first night of college. Although not the fairytale every girl imagines, we hit it off in the basement of a fraternity house. It was a passionate, whirlwind love affair that lasted about a month. Long story short, we don’t speak any more. I took it as a learning experience about relationships and the healing process was not easy.
Lent is the period following the bead-bonanza of Mardi Gras which encourages celebrating all the good things in life, before giving up your biggest bad habit for 4o days. It starts on Ash Wednesday and ends on Easter, just in time for animal-shaped candy and chocolate binges to end the ordeal. In the meantime, I’ve come up with not one, but nine things that any college girl, including myself, could live without until then.
Relationships can be great — always having someone to cuddle with, vent to, and share your favorite things with, but unfortunately things don’t always go as smoothly as planned. Sometimes once you get to know a person — once you spend more than a few month’s worth of sexy nights with them — you realize that maybe things aren’t all they’re cracked up to be.
Living with other human beings is hard. Like really hard. And sometimes if it's your best friend, it's even harder. How do you tell someone you love that they need to do their own dishes and turn the TV volume down and stop having loud sex every single night. We feel you. In fact, we are you and that's why we're giving you some solutions.
Why is that women stay with their abusers? A little less than two years ago, I certainly couldn't have told you the answer to that question. Now I can. And that's because I did.
I don’t need to tell you what a whore is. In fact, you have probably already seen the bottom half of her ass sticking out of her way-too-short “dress.” She’s the one slurring her words at the club or messing around in the upper bedroom at the house party. We all know what she is (not) wearing and whom she has slept with.
College moves fast. One second you're a freshman wandering around the campus with a lanyard and the next second you're crossing the stage and collecting a diploma.
MLK Day is almost here and for those lucky people who get the day off, we put together a fun-filled list of ways to make the most of your mini-vacation.
When I tell people that my boyfriend is in the Army, I usually am met with the same response: “Oooh really? I don’t know how you do it. I couldn’t be with someone in the military.”
New Year’s Eve…you either love it or hate it. True, it doesn’t usually live up to expectation, there’s never been a year that everyone makes it to midnight, and you don’t always have someone to kiss. But there is champagne…God, is there champagne. But despite all the inherit glitz and glam that comes with ringing in January 1st, there are still those few annoying people who manage to ruin your night…
It's usually about mid-August, after a summer of humid hair messes and chaffing, I am begging Mother Nature to let winter come. I want to be able to not start dripping the second I step outdoors, I’m bored of all my summer clothes and overall just over the season in general.
Neverending class work, nonstop relationship (or lack thereof) shiz, grad school applications, a dwindling bank account...the day-to-day worries of our college years often weigh us down. But too often, we stress about the big issues and totally forget about the little things that make our daily routines bearable...or even great!
Wingwomen are the future. Whereas most women are hip to the movements of wingmen, wingwomen are the stealth operation of the “game," and the key to successful mingling between the sexes. And not just for the guy we might be wingin' for; for ourselves, too!
After you start to come out of your Thanksgiving coma (about 6 minutes to 36 hours after the big meal), you get hungry again. But there's nothing to eat, but the leftovers. Just how many turkey-stuffing-cranberry sauce sandwiches can one girl eat, anyway? That’s why CollegeCandy has scoured the internet to find notable post-Turkey Day recipes.
With study sessions fueled by Hot Pockets and Monster energy drinks, Thanksgiving has been the light at the end of this dark tunnel. Seeing family and friends, eating a hearty home-cooked meal, and doing absolutely nothing but sleeping and shopping for days in a row… it’s almost too good to be true.
No college girls wants to give up her nights out. So I had that "absolutely not" mentality when I began turning my college town upside down looking for a job. Who wants to be folding clothes amidst an asthma-inducing Abercrombie cologne cloud late into the evening when your girls are out at $1 pitcher night? Nobody.
"So can anyone tell me what went down last night?" Ahh, the magical college blackout. These words have become way-too-familiar over the past few years I've spent at this fine academic institution. Sunday mornings - Gatorade and a McDonald's breakfast sandwich in hand - I sit in my living room with my roommates, attempting to piece together the events from the night before.
I always hated the day when we would watch movies involving a girl with an eating disorder in middle school and high school. Suddenly people would be leaning back in their chairs and furrowing their brows at me. I could never escape their concerned glances, the way they watched me eat my salad I had packed that day.
Halloween is fun. Halloween hook-ups are fun. Waking up next to a half-zombie and realizing that your entire face is smeared with your red lipstick and his green body paint....not as fun. And although prides of strides are nothing to be embarrassed about. It is a little hard to make eye contact with people when you're wearing a sexy Mozilla Firefox costume.
I was your typical college sophomore. I was active on campus, had a great group of friends, and kept myself busy with schoolwork. I was enjoying my time at The College of New Jersey, and felt truly blessed with an amazing life. Then in April 2009, everything changed completely. In the midst of studying for final exams and celebrating the end of the school year, I was going back and forth between TCNJ and New York City for doctor visits.
Are you ready for a little honesty? Are you prepared to hear something that will shock you? Most people aren't. So make sure you're sitting down, because odds are that you'll disagree with me.
Our generation, the trailblazers that we are, will leave a lot of different marks on this world, but none more significant than our ability to create new (and fabulous, mind you) words. Sexting. Legit. Facebooking. Fab. Whatevs. Whether we’re abbreviating them or combining them, we’re creating them, and we’re creating them with very specific purposes in mind.
Don’t act like you haven’t heard it before. According to Urban Dictionary, it’s “something socially unacceptable done in a social gathering.” For those of us who have been in the presence of a party foul or may have accidentally committed one ourselves, we know that they’re much more than that.
Since I started college a lot has changed. I went from doing all my class readings in advance to cramming them in right before the final. I went from playing it safe with a cranberry vodka on the weekends to a nice scotch at the end of a particularly trying weeknight.
I freakin’ love fall. I actually don’t think I can communicate in coherent sentences how I feel about the season. It gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling in the pit of my stomach just thinking of the crisp air, the cozy sweaters, whip cream melting into mug of hot chocolate….I think I might have just wet myself.
I, Courtney, am an online dater. Many of you probably find this weird considering I'm in college, a place filled with more available men than a single woman could ever dream of, but I'm finding it's more common than you think. The truth is, people just don't want to admit it.
Most of us have engaged in the verbal debate at some point. Most likely over a game of beer pong, when a guy makes that common assumption that boys are simply tougher than girls. We then launch into defense mode, listing off reasons why women are a hundred times tougher than men. It always ends in the same statement: “well men don’t have to go through labor!”
I am in the most amazing, secure and satisfying relationship I have ever been in but there is just one so-called “problem”; after nearly a year and a half, neither of us have said, “I love you.”
I woke up this morning in a mood. I had a fight with my Ish last night. (You know, the guy in your life who isn’t quite your boyfriend, but is more than the guy you’re dating; he’s boyfriend-ish). It wasn’t even really a fight. It was me being frustrated at him for various reasons, expressing that frustration, and him responding in an even more frustrating, nonchalant way.
Recently, a few of my friends and I got into a bit of a disagreement over who pays on a date. Although a few people agreed with me that if the relationship is long-term, the couple should split the costs for practical reasons (after all, especially if you’re on a college budget, it’s hard to bear the burden of all expenses), the overall consensus was that the guy should always pay at first. Some said the first date, some the first three dates, and others advocated up to the first year.
Fact: There is nothing more intimate than having sex with another person. After all, you’re completely naked and vulnerable, and everything is out in plain sight. So unless you’re that old, beer-bellied guy that is always alone and naked at the nude beach, that level of intimacy is going to make you a little nervous.
The beginning stages of a new relationship are always the best. Thinking about the other person gives you butterflies, every date is an exciting new adventure, and you aren’t close enough for him to start discussing his farting habits with you.
Back-to-school is right around the corner, and for many of you, the inevitable final year of college is looming. Breathe in. Breathe out. It's going to be OK.
Think about your group of friends. If it’s anything like mine, you are all very different from one another. And that’s why you love them. We need diversity in our friendships because everyone brings a little somethin’ different to the table and you take a little from every single one. Knowing what every college girl needs in her life, I’ve compiled a list of the 6 friends every girl needs to keep around for the long haul.