Ah, the “Walk of Shame” – every college girl’s nightmare. While I prefer to call it the “Stride of Pride” there are definitely inevitable questions I will encounter on my journey. Will there be a hoard of immature frat guys clapping as you exit? Will you accidentally leave something at the scene of the crime? Will you seriously have to walk miles to your home? Perhaps. This is where your expectations might not meet with reality. Find out how it usually goes down on College Candy…
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Oh Taylor Momsen, you’ve come such a far way from your Missouri roots and playing sweet little Cindy Lou Who in “How The Grinch Stole Christmas.” The grunge rock look has been a fairly recent style move (we see her strutting around in crack rock chic in N.Y.C.’s East Village all the time), and while she’s been spotted wearing this pantsless look and garters often enough lately, she has finally gone where even the sassiest (and sluttiest) of hip downtown chicks will not: She wore her Undie Sue look on her way to the set of “Gossip Girl” today. In the morning. In the middle of winter. Eh, maybe it was just a walk of shame. Keep reading »
We have all been there. At some point in your life, you’ll be forced to drag your sorry ass home in the harsh light of day. Whether you regret the dude or your laziness, you inevitably regret that you wore such a short sparkly mini with “do me” pumps. Tragically, it is a universally accepted fact that last night’s hot number is this morning’s hot tranny mess. While we at The Frisky will never judge your sexual exploits (we will likely share them!), we might judge your post facto fashion. Granted, you are never going to look as polished as Michelle Obama as you run from bush to bush in a doomed attempt to minimize sightings, but at least we can give you a few tips so grannies do no avert their eyes in moral indignation. Keep reading »
You just woke up. There are your four-inch heels. There’s the glittery halter top you wore last night. There’s that cute guy. There’s your eye makeup smudged all over his pillow. And there’s his mirror.
Oh, no. Oh, no, oh no, oh no.
Enter the Walk of Shame Kit: a clean pair of lacy panties, sunglasses, a hair tie, a hairbrush, a hand-held mirror and a pen (with which to leave your number!). The goodies are tucked into a tiny clutch that fits easily inside your purse. Salvation for us girls for whom popping a breath mint and running fingers through our bedhead constitute morning-after-grooming. You’re on your own figuring out where you put your car keys, though. [$24.99, The Walk Of Shame Kit] Keep reading »
Songs about the walk of shame are getting trendier than energy drinks. And now the two have combined powers in one cool commercial, which, especially thanks to the dude in a thong and a trenchcoat, inadvertantly acts as an ad for sobriety and safe sex too. You may also want to protect yourself from the AMP Energy Drink it promotes (it probably tastes like Sweettarts on steroids), but at least the vid is straight up sweet. [World of Wonder]
Remember Shayna Ferm & The Upper Deckers, that awesome band whose “Walk Of Shame” video we posted a few weeks ago? Well it seems that we’ve been completely ignorant to the prolific talents of Miss Shayna and her hilarious vocal stylings. Check out this video of her performing another one of her songs, “Thanks For Stickin’ It In Me”. Also, the band’s entire catalog of awesomeness is available on iTunes now. Run, don’t walk! [Shayna Ferm via Lusty Lady] Keep reading »
Um, give this band a Grammy, stat! Thanks to Glamour.com for pointing out the stupendous song and accompanying video for “Walk of Shame”, a tune penned by Shayna Ferm & The Upper Deckers. We’ve all been there (well, we have) and some of the memories make us cringe and laugh — but now they’ll make us dance. But all that got us thinking…what’s your worst/funniest/most awkward walk of shame story? On Halloween about five years ago, I actually went as “The Walk Of Shame” (man’s button-down, high heels, smeared lipstick, phone number on my hand, bedhead, etc.), then ended up going home with a fellow (he was dressed as a chicken, if you were curious) and had to do the walk of the shame the next morning in my walk of shame costume. Oh, and I broke a heel running down a flight of stairs. Beat that! Share your stories, in the comments. Keep reading »