Get your Red Bull ready: It's time to stay up way past your bedtime. Sure, you could be pulling an all-nighter at the library, but now it's time to party.
It's the weekend and we are pissed off.
My favorite dates are always with my partner in crime. We're not going out or anything, but our senses of humor match up like jeans and a good pair of Pumas.
Senior Editor Faran Krentcil spent last weekend hobnobbing with the stars at the prestigious Hamptons Film Festival.
Some movies are better on video. You can talk over them, pause them to study cute outfits, rewind the good parts over and over and fast-forward the waste-of-my-life, totally predictable ending.
I used to think that trends touched only shoes��stilettos for fall, Puma sneakers for winter and wooden wedge heels for spring.
Last year, Duke drama professor Jan Chambers had a dream: She saw three women stranded on a disc in the middle of the sea.
At this point, it's almost cliché to sing the praises of The Sopranos.
We're sitting on his couch and I can't stop staring. His cheekbones lie inches from my hands, and I want to touch them. It would be so easy, I think, to pull him on top of me.
