Everybody loves a weekend. But there’s something so inspiring about a Monday. You’ve got the whole week ahead of you to do something, make something, accomplish something. Why do we start our week with a “case of the Mondays”…

Forget the war in Iraq, countries suffering with civil strife, and children dying of starvation! Let’s talk about how much Mischa Barton weighs! The former-OC starlet logged on to her blog to tell the world to stop talking about her body (because it’s such a big deal in the media right now? Really?). “I appreciate the concern, I just wish the press wouldn’t harbor on it as I think it’s very unhealthy for young girls to read about and pay attention to. To my female fans: Just be happy and secure with yourself and don’t let other people’s perceptions of you dictate the way you live your life.” -Mischa Barton. It is just us, or hasn’t Mischa Barton always been skinny? Sure, the girl took a few bad pictures with visible cellulite, but hasn’t Google educated us that cellulite can be genetic? Whatever. So here are some pictures of the “newly skinny” Mischa Barton.

Whoa there. Whoever decided to make up those rumors about Kanye entertaining the idea of participating in bisexual porn better cool their jets, or watch their back. Apparently, the rumors got back to Mr. West himself, and he is not too happy about it, to say the least. To say the most, let’s examine Kanye’s blog, shall we? This is, verbatim, what he has to say about this little rumor…

Preface: The blog section will usually be filled with our accounts of the adventures and activities that come along with LA life, but not today. Today, the blog will be updated with my account of inactivity, only to be appreciated by those with a sense of humor. Godspeed, dear readers.
I’m sitting here, on my blue, Ikea loveseat, completely powerless. Writing is usually something that comes easily, but right now I’m questioning why anyone ever has ever decided to pay me for it…no offense to any past employers. Writing isn’t just a hobby for me. It’s a passion, a way of life, and a way to make some scrilla…look that up on Urban Dictionary. It’s 1 AM, and my laptop screen is a blank useless, wasted canvas. It is times like these that make me wish I was a literary Jackson Pollock, colorful words dripping from my fingertips, decorating the page with inspired ideas. But instead I sit here, watching one of the lesser entertaining episodes of Californication; one that I’ve already seen before, at that…

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Welcome to THE POP FIX.
I know that you’re probably thinking that this site has had more facelifts than Joan Rivers. But that’s not true…we’ve had more facelifts than Joan Rivers, Melissa Rivers, and Janice Dickinson combined.
Although this may be the sad truth, let’s not forget where we are. This is LA and the only thing worse than going out of style is looking like it. So here is our new and improved site. It’s bigger, it’s better, and it’s staffed with the juiciest of hand-picked pop culture enthusiasts who …

Being the overachievers that they are, Blake Fielder-Civil and Amy Winehouse have done the impossible. Somehow they’ve been able to defy the odds and maintain a relationship in which the sober moments are sacrificed in favor of horse tranquilizer/cocaine concoctions. Many celebrity couples have tried to mix love and drugs before, but most fail miserably. Kate Moss & Pete Doherty, Whitney Houston & Bobby Brown, and Kim & Eminem are all losers in this category. After conquering every drug known to mankind, and an incarceration, Blake and Amy are the clear winners.

My frozen snot gushed out of my nostrils like a Mountain Dew slurpee filling a 16oz. 7-11 cup. As I looked at my hands I realized that the purple color was not from gloves, rather, my leathery, semi-frostbitten hands. I felt that my chicken legs were shaking so fiercely I knew I just had to look like a rooster flapping its wings during mating season. It was the worst weather I’ve experienced at any time of my life (I’m from Colorado, mind you) and I knew I was going …

This past weekend, a friend and I had the crucial task of bringing appetizers to a family Easter celebration. The average college student presented with this challenge would probably head for the frozen section of Trader Joe’s for taquitos and egg rolls, but we wanted to take the road less traveled. Considering the fact that we’re big fans of the McDonald’s breakfast menu, sorority girls don’t always strive for sophistication and class in our culinary choices. Regardless, we decided that we wanted to make the appetizers ourselves.