If you’re in London, you’ve seen everyone from the scenester kids, to the 70′s anarchists, to business [...]

 
What’s not to love about disfunctional teens who make you seem like the most normal person in the planet?
With a lot of sex, drugs, nudity, and the word twat used every two sentences, what’s there not to love about E4′s Skins?
A little bit of Degrassi but with an HBO twang, this show’s second season is [...]

Is anyone else NOT surprised that P!nk and Carey Hart are calling it quits?

Our favorite speckled, freckled, vixen, Lindsay, is on the cover of New York.
The photographer was recreating pictures of Marilyn Monroe.
Can I just ask three simple questions…?
1) is that a bruise on her bum bum or just a tackily placed tramp stamp? 2)Does Lilo’s face look a little squished to you, like a pug? 3) [...]

I’m angry.
So angry that the fried egg in the pan could have cooked faster on the top of my little, round head. So enraged that the crushed peanuts in my dish should have delicately caramelized with my laser-eyes rather than burn on top of that wretched stove.
More than anything, I’m fuming because I failed to [...]

I’ll admit it, my Nokia has jewelry. I’m semi-ashamed to say that there is a star-shaped mirror on the back and a Coach monogram wristlet on the top of my cell phone. Yes, yes, I know…it almost makes you puke in your mouth a little bit. In my defense, both unnecessary accessories were gifts. But, in the gift-givers defense, I had no control over my urge to attach these extra adornments to my phone. Sad, but true.

After a few spins of “Made of Bricks” you’ll feel like you’ve a spent a long night at a pub with Nash, exchanging stories and laughing about your last fight with your boyfriend. Nash somehow has the ability to establish a personal rapport with her listeners through her simple and honest lyrics. And, any girl with the guts to put a song entitled “Dickhead” on her first album, scores major points in my book.

While some patriotic college students of the good ol’ US of A spent their free Monday sleeping off hangovers, I was learning how to give you one. I spent my President’s Day doing the most patriotic, American activity that I can think of…pouring shots at bartending school. Apparently, there is an art to getting people drunk.