The book, described as “absolutely indispensable to any aspiring or even mildly ambitious actor,” caught my attention, because I loved not only acting but also the butterflies that accompanied me...
Once upon a time, I was a freshman. I thought the memories would remain perfectly clear, waiting patiently these past four years for my eventual nostalgia and recollection.
I hate telling people my major. When I talk to people outside of Duke, I say “Environmental Science and Film.”
“Duke” is such a loaded word. I’m not even referring to that one national sex scandal, that other national sex scandal or that other national sexism scandal.
“You think about sex like a man.” My male friend assures me that this is the reason for my column’s popularity, perhaps its very existence.
To be perfectly honest, I’ve been procrastinating this column. Over the past few days, I’ve tried forcing myself to engage in a few minutes of earnest thinking about booty calls or Skype sex or...
In kindergarten, I was a player. One man’s love simply could not satiate me.
I frequently win “Never Have I Ever.” Or lose, depending on one’s interpretation of the game’s point.
Alivia’s and I have entered into a committed relationship.
Given my place of residence along LaSalle, Maxxx (personally pronounced Max-X-X-X) may be considered just my friendly neighborhood adult emporium, like the Cheers or Central Perk of novelty sex shops.
Someday, a few generations from now, long after I’m gone, my great-grandchildren will unearth the albums of Tailgate photos I’ve left behind.
I rarely write like an advice columnist, but I hope I bring more people under the banner of normalcy and acceptability, if only by parading the endless list of my and my friends’ abnormalities.
The Pill is another opportunity to play parental charades. If you’re hoping that your parents’ insurance will foot your birth-control bill, you need a reasonable justification for taking it.
This PowerPoint and its author are not crusaders for feminine principles any more than they are an appropriate medium for discussing profound gender-based symptoms in Duke’s hook-up culture.
Within my vast inventory of socially awkward behaviors and habits, I have a tendency to accidentally “out” virgins.
All freshmen make regrettable sexual errors. At a rate far higher than their upperclassmen counterparts, freshmen have sex in East Campus common rooms, wake up too many mornings in section and...
Upon arrival at Duke, incoming freshmen are informed that the essence of their collegiate career can be broken down into four prerequisites: driving the East Campus circle in the wrong direction,...
My legacy is not safe. It’s not politically correct. It’s not satisfied with the norms of society. Maybe some people aren’t ready for it, but I believe that one day this world will be ready for...
Time and my Duke education are gradually shaping me into a real human being, but sometimes college fights back. Looking toward my final year in the playpen, I feel stuck in the limbo of college’s...
Hopefully you are all following my epic job search and its less-than-astonishing pitfalls. With no better options, I’ve now been forced to lick the long shaft of HBO. Luckily they have a new show I...
