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If you were only to meet the girls Hank had dated/hooked-up with without meeting Hank, you would expect him to be a four-star stud. In terms of both quality and quantity, Hank did better than almost any guy on campus, without ever selling his soul by taking the loathed title of boyfriend. Based on his all-star list of girls, you would expect him to have rippling muscles, a Crest White Strip-smile and perhaps a retired Duke basketball jersey.
The films you can't forget
Sidney debated whether to answer her cell phone. She was sort of in the middle of something, out of breath, and the (strategically) unflattering picture of her ex flashed back and forth with his name on her picture phone. She knew he would give her hell for what she was doing, and she quite frankly wasn't in the mood. But she answered anyway.
Eleven girls sat in a hotel room playing drinking games (because hotel rooms are both cheaper than bars and void of shady guys who think Duke is a community college). Despite the fact it was 8 p.m., the gaggle of girls already had exhausted the host of usual drinking games and eight handles. Never-have-I-ever had degenerated into "never have I ever been bored with this game but still played it because I want to get drunk," and at that point no one was coordinated enough to play shoulders without putting someone's eye out (or at least smudging their mascara).
Spring 2004 Collection.
It was the second morning in a row (okay, maybe there were a few days in between, but it sounds funnier this way) that Maddy had woken Sidney up.
Taxi Driver: No smoking in cab.
Retailers are now offering tank tops that read: "I'm a Charlotte" [read: You have three months to propose]; "I'm a Samantha" [read: Buy me a drink]; "I'm a Miranda" [read: Run]; and "I'm a Carrie" [read: You want me to be your new best friend]. What a merchandising idea! Every girl could buy one, two, three, or--let's be honest--all four. After six seasons with these characters, they are not only our best friends; they are us.
Season 2, episode 15: "Are all mean freaks?" this episode asks. (Yes, but apparently women are too.) Charlotte enjoys her very special freak, Mr. Pussy.
Once saved exclusively for pajama-themed parties and late night in the boudoir, wearing lingerie publicly is now more fashionable than taboo. From Carrie Bradshaw embracing the visual bra strap to the spotlighting of lingerie in this spring's runway shows, satin and lace perhaps has indeed trumped pearls as the evening apparel choice of the savvy woman. But before you roll out of bed and straight onto the dance floor, read Recess' guide to the public debut of your privates.
For those not ready for the MRS, DAD and MOM degrees (or in non-sex survey terms, those who want to improve their complexions and regulate their cycles), recent innovations in the birth control sector bring orgasmic news. Here are some of the MVPs of the contraceptive team:
Most guys use "game" to attract girls. They play it suave, cool and don't call until Tuesday, Swingers-style. This, of course, is to create the illusion that they are more unattainable and less puppy-dog-esque than they indeed are.
Sophomores Lizzie and Kathryn Fortunato just bunked the beds in their Craven Quad room--not to frat-boytize their room, but to fit Lizzie's sewing machine, which they brought back with them over winter break.
They're baaa-ack. After falling off the face of the campus ("the world") for a semester, the juniors have returned. And just in time. They are here to save us from another night in the same place with the same people ("Groundhog's Day II" shot on location in Parizode's) and infuse us with hope that we have not in fact exhausted every possible option.
Once as uniquely Californian as electing the Terminator, Ugg boots have gained the universal popularity of yoga. The cold-weather accessory is now as integral to tailgates as Busch Light and even enjoys a cult-following on the pages of the hottest fashion magazines (they're in Recess, after all).
Duke students are masters of balancing. We double major. We are regulars in both the library and Bully's. Taking on only one thing is an unchallenging and inefficient use of our time.
If there is but one thing with which you can console anyone going through a breakup, it is this: The ex always comes back. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow--in fact, absolutely not until you have forgotten about that person--but eventually and for the rest of ... well, at least for a while.
As the leaves begin to change colors, you should take a hint and begin to change clothes. This list should be particularly helpful for folks hailing from South Florida where there is but one season. Welcome to winter. Now unwelcome these seasonal mishaps:
Allen Kelley, Thomas Nechyba, Drake Paul (yes, not Paul Drake, quite an inconsiderate name really), this column is dedicated to you. You have inspired an entire generation of Duke nerds to apply the ultimate social science to even their social lives.
The scene was technically El Noche del Vino, but the "vino" came out of a box, casting a questionable light on the noche. Fifteen friends sitting in a circle choking down Franzia were making the most of it--playing the ultimate drinking game (besides, of course, spin the bottle): Would You Rather?