[Let’s be real, in college, the pre-game is almost as important as the actual party. Besides a killer outfit, a case of booze & a few good pals, the most essential part of any pre-game party is the playlist. So, we made it easy for you: every Thursday here at CC we’ll be building you the ultimate pre-party playlist and bringing it to you through our favorite thing ever, MixWit. All you have to do is just click, play & enjoy. So hook up your laptop speakers, bust out your 40’s & get ready to pre-game harder than those other kids party.]

After looking at smokin’ hot pics of Faith Hill, I started to get a little nostalgic for middle school and her super-catchy hit, “This Kiss.” So, I decided to craft my first weekly pre-game playlist around my memories of songs that I used to LOVE in middle school. I’ve tried to include a little bit of everything – from the classics like *NSYNC and Hanson to lesser-known one-hit wonders like Samantha Mumba. It’s crazy the different meanings I get from some of these songs now. Seriously…”MMMBop” is some deep sh*t!

If you’re looking for a playlist to share with a mixed crowd, this might not be your best bet. But if you’re chillin’ with a group of girls & ready to travel back to the 90’s with all it’s boy bands, flare jeans and glitter eyeshadow (and after a few drinks, who isn’t?) - then enjoy!

Get the party started here.

[If you have suggestions for future playlist themes or have a track you really think should be included in a future installment, let us know in the comments!]

If my life was a movie, I’d look jaw-dropping-hot in a little black dress, and every college hook-up would involve a Freddie Prinze, Jr. lookalike leaning in for a kiss, while Six Pence None the Richer’s “Kiss Me” plays in the background. But, since my life is not She’s All That, my spit-swapping stories involve a lot of liquor, and a lot of regrets. There’s a Now! That’s What I Call Music CD out there with Aaron Carter’s “Aaron’s Party (Come Get It)” on the track listing. I know this because it made up the soundtrack of a one night stand a few years ago. Yeah, that’s how my sex life goes down.

Life doesn’t come equipped with an orchestra. If your sexcapades, like your iTunes, are on shuffle, here are a few songs you probably don’t want on your playlist.

1. “Dat Baby”–Shawty Putt feat. Lil Jon

With a chorus of “Dat baby don’t look like me,” and an opening line, “Dat baby ain’t mine… I’m sorry, bitch you heard Maury,” this jam is an instant libido-killer. The last thing a guy wants to hear as he’s sliding into home base is “You are NOT the father!” Sure, you’re using protection, but condoms aren’t 100% effective…paternity tests, on the other hand, don’t lie. Besides, no woman wants to find out that her cute college hookup won’t take responsibility if an accident does happen. Read More »

Who I was in the third grade does not define who I am today, and who I slept with two weeks ago doesn’t either.

If I wear 4-inch pumps and a cheetah-print dress on Monday, I’ll be viewed just a little differently by men–and women!–than when I wear sneakers and a Hanson hoodie on Tuesday. Even worse: I’ll actually be treated differently, too. But I’m going to change my outfits daily, because my moods will change daily, and that decision to choose what I wear when I wear it is a no-brainer. So if I go home with a guy after meeting him in a bar and have wild, upside-down, “we should totally record this!” sex one night, and then meet another dude the following night but prefer just to spoon and watch “Arrested Development,” why am I deemed a slut for having sex and then a prude for not putting out? And why do I even care so much about these labels?? They’re inaccurate and not definitive of who I am at all. Read More »

I think it’s the eyeliner. And the bandana. That tattooed biker androgyny with a catalogue of hair band ballads and liquid sex. Those not-too-tight but not-too-loose perfectly faded bootcut jeans and vintage t-shirts, the flowing hair oh, and that bandana. And the eyeliner. Definitely the eyeliner.

I can’t help it. I’m a lesbian in love with Bret Michaels.

I don’t care that he’s 45, or from Pennsylvania, the most un-glam, un-hard, un-rocking state. Or that he has two kids. Or that he likes the Steelers. When I look at Bret, clouds turn to rainbows and puppies and bunnies frolic across my bedroom floor. And when I watch Rock of Love, I could care less about the 25 girls—all I see is Bret.

Alright. I know I sound like every other obsessive fan girl. In fact, I haven’t been this obsessed with a celebrity since Hanson back in 7th grade. I mean, there must be a good reason for it. Maybe it’s the country thing. I grew up in a small town, I had a horse, I played in the dirt and built BMX jumps and didn’t have cable until high school. My mom taught me young the value of a man in a good pair of cowboy boots and a Stetson. Maybe that’s it. Bret’s like home to me. Minus the septic tank. Read More »

Very often Los Angeles ends up being this glamorized, tourist version of glitz that all gets summed up into: Hollywood Blvd, Universal Studios, Grauman’s Chinese Theater and Walk of Fame. All of which are great, and must’s, if you haven’t even been…but beyond the celebrity centered attractions, L.A. is full of exciting spots that are often overlooked.

Some of the best food in Los Angeles, though not in the guide books, are still celebrity packed (if you’re into that sort of thing) so, even though it may look unassuming, don’t forget to bring your camera.

Best Mexican Food- Casa Vega, located on the other side of “the hill” also known as “the valley” is the number one BEST burrito machine, ever. Huge portions, flavored margaritas, dim lighting so the stars can eat peace and friendly mariachi. This is a must, make sure to visit with an empty belly. Read More »

Yoooo, I’ll tell you what I want what I really, really want … tickets to see the Spice Girls in concert.

Yes, I have always been a big advocate for the return of teeny-bopper bubblegum pop (and whether you want to admit it or not, you’re excited. Note: this CC article says it all).
So needless to say, I was pretty excited to hear that the Spice Girls have made their reunion official. Sporty, Posh, Baby, Ginger and Scary Spice are teaming up for an 11 date cross continent reunion tour. Kicking off December 7th in Los Angeles and ending January 20th in Cape Town, the Girls will hit the US in LA, Vegas (December 8th) and NYC (December 11th).

Want tickets? Not so fast. (Oh, and don’t pretend like you aren’t excited, nothing beats nostalgia). The Gals have set up a website where you can click the city where you would want to go see the show and fans will be chosen at random for who gets to buy the tickets. Read More »

“Victoria’s every move is documented by the paparazzi, but only our cameras have been allowed inside the world of what being Victoria Beckham is really like.”

Such is the advertising campaign for a new reality special set to air on NBC in mid-July. Victoria Beckham: Coming to America will air Monday, July 16, and center on the Beckham’s move from England to Los Angeles, California.

Now is the part where you ask me if I care.

And I tell you stoutly and resolutely that I couldn’t care less.

Like Katy, I am completely and utterly confused by Victoria Beckham—but I’m also confused as to why any of us bother with her. The chick was once in a pop group that was big for three seconds, after which she married an English superstar soccer player. Media coverage should probably have ended there—at least in America, where soccer isn’t as popular as it is abroad—but for some reason it has gone on, and on, and on.

Is anyone concerned about those three girly dudes from Hanson? What about the two other chicks from Destiny’s Child? No. Nobody gives a shit. Paparazzi aren’t staking out the doorstep of Jeff Timmons from 98 Degrees (you don’t even know who that is, right? Me either. But he was in the group. I looked it up). Read More »

Say I have bad taste in music; say I am so not a hipster. But I miss the good old days of cheesy, catchy, can’t get it out of your head, ‘Hit Me Baby One More Time’ pop music.

Sure the bubble gum pop craze got slammed by the critics as unoriginal/awful/insert any bad name you can think of here. But face it. What music do you pre-game to? What music do you run to at the gym?

Not Jack Johnson. Don’t even kid yourself.

We all know that screaming, dancing sing alongs to ‘Everybody (Backstreet’s Back Alright)’, ‘It’s Tearin Up My Heart’ and all the other boy band music hullabaloo is what makes taking that 5th shot so much more fun.

You may have dissed it at the time but admit it, you miss … Read More »