In grades 3 through 5, I was an Indian. I had a feather, I had a tomahawk, I had a brown dress with ornate silver piping that my grandma made, and I loved it. That's officially the last time I remember enjoying dressing up for Halloween. Strike that, I liked being Raggedy Anne one year too, but then I got to school and realized someone else was also that famous redhead, and I was instantly miserable.
So I make no secret of it, I hate Halloween. Why oh why do I have to dress up? My best friend reminded me this week that her favorite costume of mine was not the year I just wore mis-matched clothing, not the year I just put cat ears on my head, not the year I essentially wore my regular clothes, but the year I was a dead bride. Yes, in four years of college, I could only muster up the energy to buy ONE real costume and that's because it was on sale and included a blonde wig. I was toying with the idea of going blonde for my real life, so I thought I'd try it on for Halloween. Actually, I should give this stupid holiday some credit because it pretty much saved my life. I looked like a fool as a blonde.
Tonight, who knows. I snagged some free costume shit from my internship because one of the designers we work with came out with a costume line this season. These are the costumes I helped send as gifts to Leighton Meester, Britney Spears, Blake Lively and some other celebs. But the truth is, I'm not even sure they're going to wear them. And if they're not going to, why should I? WHY DO I HAVE TO DRESS UP??
When most people are in the bedroom setting staring a rumpus night of nookie in the face, they tend to grab for whatever prophylactic is sitting in the drawer of the bedside stand. But then there are those that go above and beyond; they restrain their unbridled enthusiasm and reach for the condom that does way more than protect against diseases and unplanned baby time. They reach for a personally customized condom.
Ah yes, the custom designed condom. There is no better way to show your partner what you are really all about. Here are a couple of design ideas that might help illuminate your inner self to the vixen lying on your bed.
I’m Irish and I’m proud. Just in case she is unclear about how stoked you are about your heritage, just put on one of these and all confusion will be cleared up. With a little bit of luck from you Irish wrapper, your lassie will soon be way more than Erin Go Bragh-less.
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It’s official: the fashion industry is having an identity crisis. From baggy jeans and menswear looks to feminine ensembles, the latest women’s fashions can’t seem to decide whether they want to be feminine or masculine. These trends represent a hip mix of contradictions, influenced by the male and female sexes, and are the perfect match for girly girls and tough chicks alike.
On the tomboy end of the spectrum, we have the latest denim craze to rock the world of skinny jeans everywhere. Say hello to the baggy jeans trend. The slouchy, boyfriend-style jean is the antithesis to the uber-hip, pants-so-skinny-your-epidermis-and-jeans- have-fused-together trend that’s been dominating the closets of fashionistas everywhere for the past two years.
Women’s baggy jeans typically have wide legs, a slouchy, low-riding waist and a worn-in exterior fade. They’ve been sported by the likes of stylistas Katie Holmes, Victoria Beckham and Sarah Jessica Parker.
While the baggy jeans trend is a bit too masculine for my taste, it’s like a breath of fresh air for the denim industry, rescuing us all from having to squeeze into another pair of Nicole-Richie-skinny, straight-leg jeans.
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In grades 3 through 5, I was an Indian. I had a feather, I had a tomahawk, I had a brown dress with ornate silver piping that my grandma made, and I loved it. That's officially the last time I remember enjoying dressing up for Halloween. Strike that, I liked being Raggedy Anne one year too, but then I got to school and realized someone else was also that famous redhead, and I was instantly miserable.
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