As I was driving in my car this morning, I was listening to my favorite morning show; none other than Z100.3. As Elviz, Carolina and the rest of the gang discussed one of their many daily morning topics, I became unusually enthralled with the topic of the moment: why American women prefer British/European men to our American guys. The guys on the show were asking women to call in and explain why they prefer the European blokes to the average Joe’s of the states.

The women’s responses were varied: some said they are more romantic, better looking, the obligatory “hot” accent and a few other examples. It got me thinking though; how different can they really be? I personally have never dated someone from a different country, being born and raised in the Tri-State area myself, but listening to these women go on and on about men they dated, fell in love with, married…made me wonder if there really was a substantial difference. Read More »

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Breaking up sucks, so you might as well get a good story out of it. None of this civil shit — I want tears in the eyes, blood on the walls, buttons off the shirts.

Unfortunately, most of my breakups have been rather tame. I keep my grudges to myself. Depending on the magnitude of the schism, I cope by going the patented Jennifer Aniston route (yoga, weed, Smart Water) or taking a ride on the pie highway to drown my sorrows. Either way, slander and slaughter are kept to a minimum; the only victim is me.

So, I don’t really understand crazy, dramatic breakups, but that doesn’t mean I can’t revel in them (read: laugh at) when they happen, especially in Brad-and-Jen Land. There are the sad ones, like Reese and Ryan and Jake and Kirsten which leave you a little deflated but ultimately make you feel better about yourself — because if they can’t make it work, who can? Read More »

Celebrities are fun to write about and gawk at (if you’re lucky enough to encounter one in its native habitat), but I have a feeling I would just not be compatible with the likes of Lindsay or Paris or even that sweet - seeming Michelle Trachtenberg. It just wouldn’t work. I need downtime. Also, my cell phone is five years old and I look weird in sunglasses.

Sienna Miller, on the other hand, is the kind of girl I would kill to hang out with, or at least borrow clothes from. She’s my frush: friend - crush. She would be like the older sister I never had. We would eat scones and talk shit and wear ironic porkpie hats. If only she knew I was right here, waiting… Read More »