News broke today that pop-politics magazine Radar is folding and it’s web content is being sold to new management. All of their employees are being laid off, while Radar’s website is going to be re-designed and re-launched.

While we at College Candy understand that this economic climate is not exactly ripe for thriving magazines (or much else, really) and we extend our condolences to the folks over at Radar, we can’t quite say we didn’t see it coming. Were there red flags? You betcha! The following are a few reasons Radar didn’t quite cut it:

1. The cover featured Shannen Doherty.
Like I said, these are difficult times. With a national election just over a week away and a crashing economy, there are plenty of hot-button issues to tap these days. But what was the feature of Radar’s most recent issue? One miss Shannen Doherty, star of the “new” 90210. What’s she up to, you ask? Oh, well, she she has a germ phobia, and she really likes Manolos and, uh…yawn!

2. The advice column is written by Spencer from The Hills.
Seriously. Who would take advice from a douche who makes his girlfriend choose between himself and her family? I’ll be consulting Dear Abby for my queries, thank you very much.

3. No one really knows what the magazine is about.
For sex advice, you go to Cosmo. For fashion, you go to Vogue. For music, you go to Rolling Stone. For gossip, you go to Us Weekly. Get the picture? Sorry, Radar, but if you bill yourself as a magazine about “pop, politics, scandal, and style,” we get a little overwhelmed. Read More »

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I remember that one exam I bombed.

Sauntering into the huge lecture room with confidence, I grabbed myself a blue book and 15-page questionnaire and found a seat. I had only spent a few hours studying the night before, but it was fine, because I was taking the class Pass/Fail, and had already secured enough good grades to keep me in the Pass range, no matter how I did on the final. Plus, it was Ancient Greek. Who does well on the final exam (which reviewed the entire year) in Ancient Greek? The coolness factor of learning a dead language wore off after the first couple of weeks, and by this exam, I was happy if I never say another Gamma or Delta in my life.

I proceeded to fail the final for three hours, and when finally satisfied with my poor memory and congregation skills, I passed the test in and walked out of the door. Who cares? I thought, practically skipping back to my dorm. No more Greek for the rest of my life!

The numbers came back, and I did indeed fail. Miserably. But as soon as I looked at my final grade, my nonchalance immediately disappeared. The Registrar didn’t have me down as P/F in Ancient Greek, they had me with a letter grade! A very horrible letter grade.

I was pissed, I was embarrassed, and most importantly, my workaholic status had been blemished. But what could I do? I had been an idiot. Twice. Once for never checking if the Registrar had my records in order, and twice for sitting in the back of the library and laughing with a friend instead of reviewing “Kronos and His Family”.

Little did I know, I could have sued. Read More »