So yeah. At least for the past week, we’ve been featuring Jeremy Piven a good amount on our site. Why? Mostly because we’re suckers for a well placed smirk, but also because it’s kind of funny to have Entourage’s Ari Gold as your mascot.

But we just might reconsider our devotion if reports like this keep coming out.

According to PrettyBoring, our precious Piven was “doing his best” to mack on 19-year-old Hayden Panettiere at some post-Emmy party a few weeks back. Although there’s no source linked out to the report, if this is true, we will be pissed because A) Hayen in 19 years old. We’re in our mid-twenties, Piven can totally make us his May-December, but he should really stay away from a girl who is still two years too young to legally drink, and B) she’s already in a relationship with that weird looking guy from Heroes. Everyone knows that.

Lots of people who write blogs seem to think J. Piv is a prime assh*le. We’re going to hold out until there’s actual taped proof (you know how some people won’t believe in God until they see his face in a grilled cheese sandwich?), and until that day…we’ll love every possibly smarmy inch of him.

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It’s hard not to get laid these days, but some guys are just really good at it.

Paris Hilton has a champagne?

What does your Facebook group say about you?

She created the Morning After Bag; see what Rebecca Minkoff has coming next.

Tyra Banks is effing NUTS.

Audrina finally moves out of Chateau de Conrad.

This gives new meaning to the term “Big Daddy”

Pamela Anderson is dating an albino?

Puff Daddy, or Poop Daddy?

A little Will Ferrell comedy relief to get you through your Friday.

Giving credit where credit is due…hundreds of years later

Top Shop is coming to America with these awesome looks.

The top 10 penis types.

Margaret Cho won’t vote for Palin, but would totally eff her.

Hey Perez Hilton,

I’ve got a few words to exchange with you. First, let me just say this: your blog is cute. It’s really adorable that you draw things like…cum…dripping from the mouths of celebrities with your Paint program.

You’re really good at stirring up drama and, hell, that’s your job, right? Therefore, you’re good at your job.

But lets step out of your job for just ONE SECOND, and talk about protocol for being a decent human being. Amongst many other things, this includes NOT calling 15 year olds SLUTS.

Your most recent rants against Miley Cyrus are not only silly, they’re f*cking WRONG. You’re a full grown man now, Mario. I’m calling you by your real name because this is a real topic that exists outside of your blog.

Even though it’s your job to make fun of people and draw farts coming from their asses or whatever, you really need to leave Miley alone. She’s still a child. Calling her a “F*cking Liar” because she admitted she was hurt over her break up with Nick Jonas is out of line.

Who knew that a 15 year old pop star could be more mature than a 30 year old celebrity blogger? Seriously, that is just pathetic. It is really easy to act all tough and cool when you are hiding behind your computer, but we all know what happens when the tables are turned and people are picking on you. Read More »

When I was 12 I had thick bangs, giant braces and a wardrobe that consisted of my brothers’ yellow-crusted-arm-pitted-hand-me-downs. I wore Umbros – one leg green, one leg purple – and maroon reverse fit jeans (read: mom jeans). I thought I was super stylish when I threw on one of my brother’s flannel button downs…and only buttoned the middle one!

I realize times have changed and fashion is a lot more accessible to the youngsters, but this girl is really making me feel like sh*t. Even now. And I really love my wardrobe. Or, I did, until I started seeing hers.

I don’t really know who this chicadee is and I totally question who is really behind the writing of this blog (because there is no way in hell a 12 year old could write this way….and if she can, I hate her even more), but none of that really matters. This little fashionista clearly exists…and obviously does so just to make us normal people feel bad about ourselves.

The whole thing is just crazy. She struts her chic NYC style down the hallways of her middle school. She rocks vintage frocks as she jumps the swings on the playground. And she can rock a look like this without looking totally ridiculous. Read More »

I’m a student. I get bored in class. Really bored. So, I take advantage of the free wireless and spend most of my time in lectures playing online. And in doing so I have come across a lot of crappy blogs.

One might make a case that my own writing frequently belongs on that list. But that is because “one” has probably never seen this one.

As if to highlight how utterly retarded it is, the name of the blog (or the blog user? or both?) is Text in the City. WOW. Lame times ten.

The actual blog, however, is far lamer yet. Judging from the title and the subject matter, one is to assume this blog considers itself a takeoff of that popular and influential show, Sex and the City… except they did it with an “in” instead of an “an” (amateurs). While I myself am not a fan of said show, I do recognize the attempt to say things in a way that have never been said before on TV. Text in the City, on the other hand, is a bland regurgitation of womens’ self-help guides from the 50’s updated with the idioms of the new millennium (at least, sort of updated).

At Text in the City, you will learn the “10 Secret Things Every Man Wants.” Wow, really? Great! I have an idea, Text in the City; why don’t you write the blandest, most annoying possible things (for instance, booking a spa day for yourself so you can leave him alone at #1 on the list) in the most mediocre way possible (”We love excitement, and we are not just talking about in the bedroom.”)? That would be cool. Wow, Text in the City, you’re the most awesome thing ever! Read More »

You want nothing more than to slap your boss. And then to quit your job. You want to spit in your professor’s face. You want to tell your parents you’re joining the circus to make money for crack…JUST TO PISS THEM OFF. Today is the day you tell your best friend that those jeans DO make her ass look big because HER ASS IS BIG. You want to list off all of your exes to your guy who have been better in bed. That’s right. This is what I refer to as a “SCREW EVERYONE” day.

And they should never be spent without a soundtrack. So me and my Ipod went and made a playlist for these days.

“Spent on Rainy Days” BRIGHT EYES (Indie)
“Blueprint” FUGAZI (Punk)
“Gravity” DRESDEN DOLLS (Rock)
“Today is the day” MOROS EROS (Indie/Experimental)
“The Egg” SHINER (Indie/Alternative)
“The Other” ISIS (Experimental/Metal)
“The Never Aftermath” THE END (Metal/Ambient)
“In The Belly Of A Shark” GALLOWS (Punk/Rock)
“Complete and utter confusion” FEAR BEFORE THE MARCH OF FLAMES (Experimental/Rock)
“Set fire to the face on fire” THE BLOOD BROTHERS (Other/Punk)

So instead of taking your Screw Everyone day out on the people around you…why not just put on these songs and let out your angst the old fashioned way? You know…like a 14-year-old who just slammed her bedroom door in her mom’s face. And then locked the door. And then wrote “Screw EVERYONE” in her blog.

Last February, Miami Herald reporter Natalie McNeal set out to do something that I think we all wish we could do: Not spend money. Of course, she had to buy necessary things, but she made a “vow of frugality” to not eat out, buy clothes, or visit a salon. Also like many of us, McNeal is a self described “fritterer”, not spending her money on huge purchases, but buying a bunch of little things that tend to add up.

That first month, McNeal saved $400. Her Miami Herald Blog, The Frugalista Files, follows her as she navigates her way through pre-recession spending and saving.

Her blog has information on budget building, stories about spending thriftily, and links to other helpful sites like this one that gives you some tips on how to eat healthy on a college student’s budget.

Most interesting to me, is that McNeal started this blog in part to keep track of her progress and also have a means by which the public could hold her accountable, keep her on her spending toes, so to speak. I think it’s a great idea for anyone (like me!) who has trouble curbing their spending and staying on a budget. Read More »

I lived with five other people my sophomore year of college. Three boys and three girls. We were all great friends when we moved in, but soon we cordoned off, built alliances and ended the year in veritable silence. It started when two of my roommates who were dating when we signed the lease broke up just before we moved in.

It continued when the boys never locked the door, and one girl was really obnoxious. It also didn’t help that we were politically divided in an election year. I’m surprised no one got stabbed.

But what really drove us apart were the notes. The little post-its I’d find stuck on filthy coffee tables, or the threatening comments on the dry-erase board. Everyday there was an annoying message reminding what I should or shouldn’t do in my own home.

Now there’s a place to laugh at all of those passive-aggressive notes, a great blog aptly-titled passiveaggressivenotes.com. Readers send in notes they find at work, at home or even signs on the street. Some are covered in unnecessary clip-art and capital letters, some are rude, and some can only be described as aggressive. But because they’re no longer littering my home, all of them are hilarious. Read More »