[In CC’s third installment of G.W.W.E (Guys We Want to Eff), we take on the beautiful and strangely eternally youthful Leonardo DiCaprio.

You may know DiCaprio as the sweet-as-pie mentally challenged kiddo in What’s Eating Gilbert Grape, or perhaps you remember him from Titanic — which you may or may not have seen 4 times and cried like a little baby during each and every viewing. These days, Darling DiCaprio is starring in Ridley Scott’s new film Body of Lies, adding the ‘tough guy’ moniker to his already long list of characters.]

I’m not embarrassed to admit that when I was in 7th grade, I had 102 pictures of Leonardo DiCaprio on my wall. My room was a virtual DiCaprio museum. I owned a copy of Baz Luhrmann’s Romeo and Juliet and I had seen Titanic more than twice, Jack’s death causing me to sob each and every time like I had lost a member of my own family. You see, I was in love with Leonardo. No one could understand the bond I shared with him — but it was true and it was beautiful.

Back then, I wasn’t really thinking about DiCaprio as effing material, but now that I’m older, I can firmly say that there’s no way you could not want to eff him. Read More »

I’m 10 days deep into a summer fling of the best kind.

Him: A good friend (we’ll call him Fred) I’ve had a thing for, for years. He just got back from studying abroad and the ocean air and warm weather treated him very well.

I kind of thought our first encounter in the bedroom was a one-time occurrence. A tipsy romp between the sheets that was very memorable, but a sexual outlier…that is until it happened again the next night.

And again two nights later.

To the untrained eye, nothing is different. No awkward conversations, no weirdness whatsoever and the sex is nothing short of mind blowing. So where’s the problem?

He is my best friend’s ex-boyfriend. Read More »

I fancy myself quite a connoisseur of romance. I am a girl who has seen nearly every romantic comedy in existence, whose reading materials of choice consist of happily ever after type articles and books, and who is able to read a romantic undertone into nearly every song she hears. I suppose to say I am a romance connoisseur is an understatement; I am a love-junkie.

It can, and has been argued that the fine line between the real-life reality and expectation of romance, and the “fiction” type I hold on to seems to be a line I have blurred—possibly to an unrecognizable point. To put it simply, I think I might have a problem.

My name is Rory and I am addicted to romance. I am addicted to the idea of romance—the indestructible, all consuming passion for another person. I have fallen in love with every romantic gesture, declaration, and scene from every romantic comedy, I have swooned at every love song written, and I have melted with every romantic note or Hallmark card I’ve seen. I have used romantic comedies, sitcom relationships, happily ever after ending stories and love songs to develop my idea of love that is, well, completely and utterly unrealistic. Read More »

I’m one of the three people in the world who hated High School Musical.

I thought the writing was terrible, the songs were worse, and the acting was mind-numbingly bad. Granted, it was written for kids, and I guess it was fine for someone just wheening themselves off Sesame Street and the Disney Channel, but when it comes to the over-16 crowd who worship the movie, I just don’t understand.

Another thing I don’t understand is the magical pull of Zac Efron.

I mean, he kind of looks like he’s made of wax. A 12-year-old wax figurine. I know he’s almost 20, but he sure doesn’t look it, and if it wasn’t all over the place that he was dating what’s-her-name, I’d bet $100 dollars his ass was gay.

So why is he so famous? I think it’s the same reason Sanjaya and Clay Aiken (two boys who should just give up and step out of the closet) were /are so popular. Tween girls love guys who look harmless, sweet, and perfectly groomed. Read More »