You know those mornings. The ones when you and your girlfriends gather from your various places of shacking over lots of water and ibuprofen to remind each other of the hilarity that went down the night before. Amid all of the laughter (and reviewing of pictures….to jog your memory), you suddenly realize just what happened: the worst thing ever. And it was horrible. And it may or may not have been one of these:

5. A lost wallet and/or clutch. This is particularly disturbing because it is usually the first thing that hits you in the morning, well before you’ve had any time to nurse the hangover you earned. It feels very similar to being on a deserted island that smells strongly of vodka and lime. You are cell-less, cutting off contact with the outside world. With credit card whereabouts unknown and no proof of identity, you are left defenseless against fraud. If you are underage, there is the heavy burden of finding a new fake i.d. The brand new lip gloss and powder from MAC that you inevitably JUST bought are gone forever. Worst of all, your dear, loyal, and perfectly fashionable clutch will never be wedged into your armpit for pictures or table dancing ever again. R.I.P. Limited edition Coach Python and Boucle clutch. You will be missed.

4. The guy you went home with. Okay, last night this guy was h-o-t! He was witty and charming and so attentive to your needs; not once did he let you have an empty glass! Whether you met him at the pre-party, the bar, or on the way home (never a good sign), this dude - who seemed like a great idea at the time - is now nothing more than a big (or worse, tiny) mistake. Often, this error in judgment will use trickery and promises of rides on his family’s yacht to get you home with him, but come morning all he can offer is a ride home…if you’re lucky. High-tail it out of there and head to the nearest health clinic to make sure all he has given you is a bad memory. Read More »

“There’s a really hot guy in my Shakespeare class,” my girlfriend informed her roommate and me during lunch the other day. My first immediate thought was “Why have I not seen this guy?”. My second immediate thought was “I wonder exactly how hot he is.”

It didn’t really occur to me at all that I should have been jealous or angry or even concerned, and my girlfriend seemed just about as intrigued as I did when I told her about the tall, silent, fairly attractive guy in the corner of my Shakespeare class.

Ogling is a tricky little subject. The problem is that just because you now have a girl doesn’t mean every other gal and/or guy instantly ceases to be attractive. Hot people still exist (thank God), and there isn’t some magical on/off switch that makes you think your girl is the hottest one on the planet (not that this is a bad thing to think).

It also kind of complicates matters that ogling when you’re in a girl/girl relationship is one of the things that’s VERY different from the way it is in a girl/boy relationship. It depends all on your significant other’s personality, of course; I’m not gonna say that ALL girls are okay with ogling and ALL guys are against it. For me, though, I’ve never had a boyfriend who entirely appreciated me leaning to the side and checking out that one guy’s amazingly shaped ass or that girl’s near perfect rack. My girl now is totally okay with it. So what’s the big deal? Read More »

As if avoiding any sexual contact with my own co-workers wasn’t concern enough, now I’ve come to realize it’s best not to get freaky with anyone‘s co-worker.

Explanation:

My friend, I’ll call her “Alyssa”, works in finance. So obviously, all of her co-workers are hot men. She’s kept things platonic there since she’s smart and now these cute money-makers are her pals. This means we all hang out on a semi-regular bar-going basis, thus allowing male/female attraction to develop.

Now my roommate, “Kelly”, has had her eye on one of these fellows for a while, and the two of them have been flirting for months. So it was only a matter of time before they wound up in bed together.

I mean, I wasn’t surprised. But Alyssa, well, she was kind of pissed. Read More »

In a recent conversation, the topic of male strippers came up (actually, this topic comes up in more conversations of mine than you’d think). Being the kind of girl who’s seen Chippendales a few times, I didn’t see anything wrong with hot guys dancing (kind of laughably) in almost no clothing. To me, it’s just one of God’s many gifts.

A friend of mine, however, saw it as the exact opposite. In her opinion, male strippers not only emasculated themselves, but ruined their attractiveness level by attempting to attain the ideal hot guy persona: shaved chest, oiled body, and perfectly manicured hair.

I was shocked and horrified. Male strippers may be hilarious, but denying their hotness seems like a sin. Besides, most people don’t bat an eyelash when it comes to chicks taking off their clothes.

What do YOU think?

While explaining my weekend to a friend of mine, I mentioned that I had met a boy who was basically awesome in every way, but seemed “a little too attractive for me”.

“What?!” she yelled. “What are you saying?! Don’t say that! Nobody’s too attractive for you! You’ve got a complex, I swear…”

After getting her to calm down, I brought it up to another friend of mine. “He was totally amazing” I told her, “but I just think…you know how you can be talking to someone, and the whole while you’re thinking, ‘this guy is just too cute’?”

“Oh, totally” my friend chimed in, her eyes going large with recognition. “I totally know what it’s like to talk to someone who you think is too good-looking.”

So, there it was; two different people with two completely different opinions when it came to who’s in our league or out of it.

It’s pretty common knowledge that women aren’t all about looks when it comes to picking a partner. While I don’t think any of us would say no to an amazing body or smile, a lot of us look for humor, drive, and personality before perfect features. Men, on the other hand, have been known to be all about the hotness (at least initially). Read More »

Now, I like shirtless hot guys as much as the next person, but something about the Men on a Mission calendar freaks me out.

I’m not anti-religion, nor am I anti-Mormon (I actually know 3 Mormon guys, and none of them are weird or have a hankering for multiple wives), but there’s just something odd about staring lustfully at dudes who have pledged themselves to God, and have dedicated their lives to preaching pure beliefs.

According to the website, the calendar “features twelve handsome returned Mormon missionaries from across the United States who, for the first time ever, have dared to pose bare-chested.”

“These hunky young men of faith” the website goes on to say, “explode with sexuality on each calendar page.”

Besides questioning their use of the word “explode” (innuendo much?), I wonder why certain believers of the Mormon faith feel it’s so important to emphasize their sexuality?

Maybe because their religion has recently gotten a bad rap? Maybe some people see them as straight-laced and boring?

Maybe they just want to get half-naked for a good cause? Read More »