I think that whatever gets you through the day (that is healthy and legal) is good! And I support it, but what happens when that self-help tip because a self-hurt tip?
What better way for Maxim to start off 2012 than to have J-Woww gracing the cover? Because nothing says relevant and timely quite like a Jersey Shore cast member. Oh, wait, it's not 2010 any more. Regardless, JWoww looks kind of really comfortable and sexy while embracing the super sleazetastic Maxim aesthetic.
Before you take the plunge into the best four days of your life, pretty much everyone from older siblings to family friends reliving their frat days has some advice to offer you. Sometimes you receive gems, like tips on how to navigate a gross cafeteria or where the best study spots on campus are, but sadly that’s not always the case. Here is a round up of the worst advice incoming freshman receive.
In college, it's pretty easy to find a guy. They're always just there. Sitting next to you in class. Playing catch (shirtless) on the grass. Staring at you from across the bar. (Hopefully) buying you drinks. So as college girls, we have lots of options, but knowing that we have those options and knowing how to act on them are two very different things.
This month’s cover girl was Emma Roberts, who I absolutely despise because, according to the article, the bitch stole my man. Yup, you heard me: she’s allegedly seeing Chace Crawford, which I just can’t forgive.
Diane Kruger is a certified, regulation, top-tier hottie. I mean, she is ethereal enough to have been cast as Helen of Troy. She is currently boning and betrothed to wed Joshua Jackson (PACEY!) And she somehow managed to make stilted sexyface look alluring and hot on this month's cover of Glamour. And I'm absolutely gagging (in the best possible way) over her cover ensemble.
It's that time of month again; for me to buy the magazine I hate after I consume the eighty pieces of pie (with a side of whipped cream) because I've browsed the pages full of cute blondes wearing Aerie panties, faux-fur hats, all while riding crotch rockets. Common Maxim, put some clothes on these ladies, I can see their midriff.
For an issue that is supposed to be inspiring women, I was feeling pretty dejected reading through it. Glamour made me feel skanky, unhygienic, and sexually unadventurous. And then I came across an article that was so absurd that I had no choice but to feel a lot better about myself because at least I'm not clueless enough to take this advice seriously.
First, take off his pants! No, seriously. Cosmo wants you to. And next, treat him to the sexy strokes he's been craving all along...but won't as for (like that one where you make little crawling motions with your fingers from his hips to his chin). Wait, stop! Would you jump off a bridge if Cosmo did?!
We know. It's a three-day weekend and you have yet to get out of your pajamas. Heck, you have yet to even get out of bed. That's cool with us. That's why sweats were invented. And actually, if we had our way, you wouldn't get out of bed all day. Because we have an insanely awesome round-up of links from our very favorite people on the web. Yeah that's right. We're giving you another excuse to stay in elastic-waistband pants all day.
If Jessica Alba's bodacious blow-out didn't catch my eye this month on the September cover of Cosmo, the giant 'Untamed Va-jay-jays' headline sure did. What the hell is an untamed vajay? Seriously, this isn't the Discovery Channel for body parts, Cosmo. Naturally (pun intended) I was gnawing at the bit to get inside the mag and get reading.
We’ve all done it, slipped a little white lie in when talking to a friend. Your hair looks fine. Of course he’ll call you back. You are absolutely right. It’s not like you meant to be dishonest, but the words tumbled out of your mouth before you even had the chance to think about them. You’re not lying; you’re sparing her feelings.
The minute, and I mean the minute, I spotted Britney Spear's discolored blond extensions on the cover of Cosmopolitan this month, I grasped the magazine tightly in my fingertips, sighed extravagantly and hugged my copy. This means I get to read one of those famous Cosmo Quizzes filled out by B. Spears!
Continuing its industry-leading efforts to provide strong role models to its female readers, Seventeen once again chose a winner for this month's cover: Barbados' own marijuana maven, Rihanna. Nothing like trashing hotel rooms and smoking illicit substances to inspire girls to be their best and make their dreams a reality.