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I can easily pinpoint my caffeine addiction to my first year of college, when I worked part-time as a barista at Starbucks. I distinctly remember going to my Starbucks at 8:00 a.m. and demanding that one of my coworkers serve me espresso after espresso while I crammed for my 10:00 class.

Since then, I’ve gone through phases of white chocolate mochas, skinny vanilla lattes (when I realized how many calories are in a WCM), energy drinks, caffeine pills, and, of course, a good ol’ cup o’ joe (or twenty). My caffeine tolerance is so high that I can finish sugar-free Monster, and be in bed, sleeping, an hour later. I’m pretty sure that’s not healthy.

I’m well aware of the health problems associated with caffeinated products– I’ll probably get tumors from my sugar-free energy drinks, and I’ve already suffered heart palpitations from Stackers energy pills, but that’s a whole different story. And now this; a new issue has for me to worry about. A recent study has suggested that too much coffee can decrease a woman’s chances of getting pregnant, at least for women already diagnosed with fertility problems. Read More »

I have about a seven block walk from the bus to work every morning. During those seven blocks, I’m usually craving caffeine so badly I’m blind to the world, but on the periodic occasions when my need for coffee isn’t all consuming, I tend to look around at what people are wearing. And you know what I’m noticing? Chicks are walking around in f*cking uncomfortable shoes.

For every pair of sensible sneaks, there are mile high heels, wobbly wedges, pointy-toed witch shoes, flatter than flat flats, and gladiator sandals that eat up half a person’s leg. And you know what? Because I’m a woman and have worn things like this in the past, I can guarantee that 87.9% of the shoes I see every day ARE NOT COMFORTABLE.

Thin-heeled pumps and tall wedges are pretty, and some are even acceptable to teeter around in for an hour or so, but spending an entire day is shoes like that – not to mention walking the streets of New York City – does nothing for us except propagate the idea that for a woman to be considered “put together”, she needs to be in fancy (read: hurty) shoes. Read More »

About two weeks ago, I decided that it would be an amazingly brilliant idea to try different energy drinks. I never hear the same thing said about an energy drink twice; it’s always a different response, and very few of them encompass the drink as a whole. So I decided to test stuff out on my own.

See? I didn’t die.

Still, once I found myself working my way down (or up) this list, I was getting a lot more negative side affects than positive. So use caution when drinking these guys, and for God’s sake, don’t drink them all in a two-week span like I did.

5. Mad Croc: I wasn’t crazy about this stuff, I’ll be honest. It tasted a lot like Red Bull and bubblegum ice cream combined (gross combo, I know). . If you’re looking for something to just keep you up, this is probably your product. I had a mild case of the shakes for about fifteen minutes, but no other noticeable side affects really showed up. Read More »

I am not a diet kind of girl. I’ve never South Beached, or Jenny Craiged, or SlimFasted, or Atkinsed, or Raw…Fooded. In fact, I’ve never adhered to any particular eating program in my life. When it comes to my body, I’m a firm believer in working out and eating healthy as much as possible, but if I want beer and pizza, I’m will guzzle beer and munch pizza to my heart’s content.

Which is why the next ten days are going to be a real bitch.

See, I’ve decided to Master Cleanse, which means that for the next week and a half, I will be consuming no food, no caffeine, no alcohol. The only thing I will be putting in my body is six to twelve 10-oz glasses per day of a concoction consisting of lemon juice, maple syrup, water, and cayenne pepper. Oh, and laxative tea in the evening, and a salt water “oral enema” in the morning. Yum yum! Read More »

Let’s be realistic; with classes, homework, studying, hobbies, work, and that thing you like to call a social life, we college girls don’t have all that much time for sleep. As much as we’d like to say that 8 hours a sleep of night is ideal, most don’t get that. And after five hours of sleep, that coffee machine is your best friend.

But when our needs go beyond the capabilities of coffee, the next step up is energy drinks. We stock up on “emergency cans” for those long study (read: party) nights, but we all know the hazards of those high-caffeinated drinks, don’t we? I mean, reading on the side of the can that kids, older people, and pregnant women shouldn’t drink it should be warning enough. Read More »

In my never-ending quest to find the best way to retain energy (without doing illegal things) I have stumbled across possibly the most addictive thing ever: caffeinated lip balm.

Invented by “an Alaskan Police Officer, who need[ed] both quality lip balm for the cold and the ability to stay awake during long shifts”, Spazzstick has just recently hit the Internet market.

Simply explaining that the caffeine “absorbs directly into your lips as you use it”, the makers of Spazzstick provide no other information on the website as to how this lip balm—which comes in vanilla, chocolate, mint, and orange flavors—is actually made.

I’m sure you could email them and ask, but I’m perfectly happy to a buy a few sticks of this new product, sans inquiries. I don’t want to know what it’s made of. I just want it’s sweet caffeine to seep directly into my body.

Until they invent a direct IV drip of the stuff into the bloodstream, caffeinated lip balm is my newest quick fix.

I’ll let you know if it works…and if mixing it with Red Bull sends me to the hospital.

Energy drinks.

Most of us have tried them, and some of us have tried them all. Every week another choice seems to pop up, promising everything from a little “oomph” enhancement to a metabolism increase to an “illegal” amount of taste.We swallow them down because we want the boost, not because they taste anything near good, many of us foregoing coffee for a chemical concoction because of it’s supposed higher caffeine content.

Not to disappoint you, but the amount of stimulant in that sugar-and-piss liquid may be lower than its advertisers would have you believe. Read More »

I personally find Redbull and all those other caffeine-boosting carbonated cans of crap disgusting, as far as taste is concerned. I just don’t get the appeal, but in college, it is all the rage, whether we’re determined to party until sunrise or have to cram for a test. I myself admit to doing many a Jaeger bomb on Friday nights until wee hours of the morning.

But after reading Wired.com’s rundown of just what exactly goes into making this stuff, I will definitely not be mixing Redbull with Jaeger again any time soon.

Chock full of ingredients with names I can barely pronounce, here’s what you’re digesting till 4am: Read More »