So okay, I don't want to be a traitor to my generation and all, but I don't get how guys dress today. I mean, come on, it looks like they just fell out of bed and put on some baggy pants and take their greasy hair-ew!-and cover it up with a backwards cap and like, we're expected to swoon? I don't think so.

You see how picky I am about my shoes and they only go on my feet.

Until mankind is peaceful enough not to have violence on the news, there's no point in taking it out of shows that need it for entertainment value.

Sometimes you have to show a little skin. This reminds boys of being naked, and then they think of sex.

Christian said he'd call the next day, but in boy time that meant Thursday.

Searching for a boy in high school is as useless as searching for meaning in a Pauly Shore movie.

Would you look at that body language? Legs crossed towards each other. That is an unequivocal sex invite.

I felt impotent and out of control, which I really, really hate. I had to find sanctuary in a place where I could gather my thoughts and regain my strength.

Where's my white collarless shirt from Fred Segal? It's my most capable-looking outfit!