Oh, THAT girl. How do I even begin to describe her? She's over-the-top, confusing, hilarious, annoying, and embarrassing. A night out at college really is not complete without THAT girl's debauchery. Sometimes I'm not sure how she does it, but to be sure, I do not want to learn how.
I know I am not a slut, but is it possible to enjoy myself without others labeling me that way?
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.
I think that legs are one of the sexiest parts of the body. Showing a little bit of leg is one of the easiest ways to add a pop to an outfit, whether you're rocking shorts in the summer or a dress for a night out. But there's a fine line between showing just enough and showing a little too much.
Yeah, I’ll admit it. Relative to the other women in my circle of college friends, I’m who people would call “the slutty one” because I’ve been with the most number of men. I don’t mind making out with a random stranger for fun and I’ll stay the night at his place if I’m looking for a change of atmosphere. Yes, I’m a slut.
Our society has incredibly dysfunctional, scary, and repressive ways of approaching sexuality, especially female sexuality. If we dare to step outside those narrowly defined boundaries, society finds it completely acceptable to hurl words like "slut" and "whore" at us. We're called sluts for endless reasons: our hair is too big, our nails are too red, we wear too much glitter, our skirts are too short, we look like we may enjoy giving blow jobs, we dance too suggestively, our sense is humor is too raunchy...
Hi Dude, I recently met a great guy through one of my best friends from college. We hit it off right away, and really get along and have a good time together. One night, we all went back to their other friend's house and slept there after the bars, where Boy and I just made out. No drunken hookup - I thought that was good!
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A couple of weeks ago, Miley was voted the worst celeb influence. And while we've definitely said some harsh (but true) things about her in the past, I can't help but have mixed feelings about the tweeny-bopper's new title.
I like sex. A lot. And while I consider myself to be fairly sexually experienced, I can count my sexual partners on one hand, and the vast majority of my experiences were with someone I was in a long-term relationship with. I am not a slu
The August mags are out and in the course of my monthly fashion binge I noticed one item cropping up over and over on the Fall "must have" lists: over-the-knee boots (aka thigh-highs).
I like American Apparel for the most part. Although their prices are a little steep for me, the trade offs are comfy basics that don't fall apart after one wash *coughForever21cough.* You should be warned, though; try navigating their site and you'll have to push through a bunch of these:
After last week's Tough Love ended with a "To Be Continued...." I was counting down the days until I'd get to see it again. So I was mega-excited when I turned on VH1 at the gym yesterday and caught a secret premier of the ep long before its 10 P.M. showtime. I watched the drama unfold a full 11 hours early and stayed on the elliptical an extra 30 minutes to catch the end.