It’s time for some teen talk. There’s a whole new generation of teenybopper superstars, and it’s time for us college ladies to get aquainted with them. Miley Cyrus seems to be at the crest of the fame wave, but can Taylor Swift be far behind?

While Hannah Montana star Miley Cyrus has been on the radar of the ‘tween set for quite some time, she really became a mega-uber-superstar in the course of the last year. It’s been a good twelve months since I first started hearing her single, “See You Again,” blasting from every room on my hall.  She made headlines when famed photographer Annie Lebowitz shot questionably tasteful photos of her for Vanity Fair. With a fiercely devoted fan base, bestselling albums and a movie and memoir in the works, you’d think Miley was the certified Queen of the Teenyboppers, pink tiara and all.

But not so fast, Hannah Montana. There’s another gal in town who’s ready to knock the spurs off your rockstar cowboy boots. Taylor Swift has been garnering press left and right about her sophisticated music and style. She’s been called the “most remarkable country music breakthrough artist of the decade,” and has upheld the honor by promising not to end up in rehab like some of her musician peers. And while she’s determined to stay out of the tabloids, she hasn’t always been successful–her tumultuous breakup with Joe Jonas has been providing intense gossip fodder this week.

So who is really on top of the tween rock scene? Billy Ray’s daughter steals the spotlight with her fun and kitschy persona, but Ms. Swift commands attention with her sweet and sincere lyrics. Who’s more likely to be rocking out on your iPod earbuds?

While we usually run posts like this to decide which male celebrity is hotter, we thought it was time to take things to a new level. No, today’s “It’s On” is not about who is a hotter mess, or who needs more of an intervention (because Spears already had hers…and it seems to be working!).

What we want to know is: who would you rather work for?

On the one hand, you have Ms. Spears: you would have to care for her children, interact with K-Fed, make numerous Starbucks runs, tell her those boots look good with that dress, and, most likely, crush up drugs and stick em in her Frap.

On the other hand, you have Amy Winehouse: you would have to travel to the seediest parts of London to get her drugs (in return for sexual favors in an alley), pick bugs/small animals out of her hair, assist her in making packages (of drugs) to send to her husband in jail, and try to get the vomit out of her couture dresses.

So, which trashy diva would you wanna work for?

It has been so long since we’ve seen Lindsay Lohan in anything other than rehab/a bikini/a mugshot/the arms of her “girlfriend” that I sorta forgot she did anything else.

Yeah, it seems that Ms. Lohan was at one point an actress. Wait…now I remember. Mean Girls. I loved that movie! Oh man. Remember that part at the end when the girls are all sharing secrets and that girl was like, “Most people think I’m lying about being a virgin because I prefer jumbo tampons, but I can’t help it if I have a heavy flow and a wide-set vagina!”

Ha! Classic.

But back to my point. Lindsay has returned to work! She has been spending a lot of time on the set of her new movie, Labor Pains, and the reps for the movie say that everything is going A-Ok. Last time I checked, no one in Hollywood would insure a Lohan movie because she’s so…er….she’s a hot mess. But, the peeps behind Labor Pains decided Lohan was a risk worth taking. According to People:

“We were a little bit reluctant to work with her,” Lati Grobman, one of the producers, tells PEOPLE. “But she’s been amazing. We took the chance. It’s good that we did. So far, so good.” Read More »

It’s certainly not a secret that Amy Winehouse is a hot mess. But for a quite a while, I kind of loved her hot mess-ness. Like when “Rehab” was all over the radio and she was blithely tripping around from club to club with her outrageous hair mountain, getting unapologetically wasted and, in fact, refusing to go to rehab…well, compared to the usual celebrity trips to Cedars-Sinai accompanied by bullsh*t tales of “exhaustion” and subsequent photos of said celebrities clutching bottles of Grey Goose two weeks after being released, Winehouse was kind of a breath of fresh air.

Yeah, she was ridiculous, but she wasn’t lying about it. She knew she was buckwild and she owned it, for better or worse.

However, Winehouse has long since passed the point of cheeky irresponsibility and is progressively becoming more and more of a certifiable horror show. Witness her newest totally insane escapade that occurred just yesterday at her husband Blake Fielder-Civil’s assault trial in London.

Winehouse, who showed up no less than four hours late for the trial, parked herself in the front row where she spent the duration of the proceedings doing a number of apesh*t crazy things, including; Read More »

First it was Lindsay Lohan saying her rehab stint was due to exhaustion, then it was Eva Mendes supposedly going in for research, now Kirsten Dunst is blaming her trip to detox on depression. Is this the true story or just another celebrity crying wolf?

In February, Dunst checked into Utah’s Cirque Lodge Treatment Center, the same facility that housed Lohan and Mendes, after several pictures of her looking trashed surfaced. Dunst told E! Online that she was “struggling” and said: “I had the opportunity to go somewhere and take care of myself.”

A source close to Dunst (whatever the hell that means) told PEOPLE Magazine that drinking wasn’t the source of her problems, but that “She couldn’t control her depression.” When Dunst first went to rehab, another friend told the mag that she’d “been crying a lot lately.” Maybe she’s depressed because she’s surrounded by friends who’ll sell her secrets to a tabloid for a few quick bucks? Just a thought… Read More »

I do not think I’m an alcoholic. I do, however, feel like I’ve racked myself up some pretty reliable points for drinking frequently, and usually for free, in New York City.

I’m in a band. And all of my friends are in bands. You know what that means? It means shows…which means drinks. And my friends who aren‘t musicians, who work in offices, tend to like to buy me rounds at Happy Hour time–which usually precedes one of those aforementioned shows.

These factors combined with my sometimes modeling and myopenbar.com lead to a steady intake of alcohol on my part. And REALLY, I am okay with this.

However, I woke up today feeling especially hung over. My stomach felt like I imagine it would if it were working diligently to digest batteries. My makeup was caked across my pillowcase and the volume of god knows what kind of dirt under my nails made me afraid to look in the mirror. It was just another, typical night out on the town for me last night. Wine and beer and whiskey and martinis. Lost cash. Expensive cab rides. Shameful drunk snacking back at my apartment and finally the relief of passing out, but ONLY after an embarrassing drunk dial and even more embarrassing emotional drunk IM.

I woke up this morning and I challenged myself out loud to my roommate.

“You know what, dude? I’m gonna take the next week off from drinking.”

She laughed. Read More »

This scenario is all too familiar: You, crunched over in a ball with an empty bag of potato chips and chocolate bar wrappers strewn about yelling out “Why God why!?” while wondering if you’re considered ‘Promises Rehab’ status if you take ten Advil.If there is anything that my period cramps have taught me it’s that I soo do not want to have children. They say cramps are supposed to prepare your body for childbearing. I even read that because of this fact, I should ‘man up and face the pain’.

Nothing says “Let’s get pregnant” like debilitating cramps that ruin my weekend and keep me in fetal position for hours at a time. Childbirth is going to be like cupcakes and dandelions. Can’t wait.

When it comes to cramps I would say I take the opposite route of “manning up”. Heating pads, drugs, exercise, (booze?), whatever is necessary to help me get rid of the pain, I welcome with open arms. Read More »

This just in: Britney has finally ceased the madness and allowed herself to be checked into a hospital for at least 72 hours. It’s not completely clear why she’s there (Perezhilton is reporting it may be due to a suicide attempt, and that Brit’s new psychiatrist called the hospital), but because she was committed, she must stay at UCLA Medical Center for three days.

Apparently, B. Spears’s mom wants to take her home to Louisiana once she’s released, to get her away from her paparazzi pals and the douche twins, Sam Lufti and Adnan Ghalib.

Hopefully, all of this will happen, and Britney will get better, and I will stop feeling a personal need to put her in a headlock and march her to rehab myself.