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Sorority girls—you don’t have to put on the red light… or the red garter belt.
After the November elections, 13 states now ban same-sex marriage, and some of these states also ban any possibility of civil unions or domestic partnerships.
Y ou’re standing at a bus stop when one, two, three, four, five, six full busses roar past. You’re late to class.
Y ou, reader, did not vote. Or rather, the odds are that any given college-age reader of this column did not vote, as the 18-to-24 age group had a failure rate of about 60 percent.
In a motley motel room 20 miles east of Memphis, where the only thing cheaper than the beds was the liquor we spilled in them, I stood staring into a rusted mirror behind a bathroom door which on...
I guess it comes down to a simple choice, really. Get busy living or get busy dying.
I bought a lamp at this thrift store in Durham. Because of its lack of luster, I took to it a bottle of Windex and some napkins I stole from The Loop. BAM! Genie time! I’m not kidding.
If you are like me, after reading my headline, you will chuckle to yourself as you recall one of the funniest shows to ever grace your television screen—Jimmy Kimmel and Adam Carolla’s...
No one has life all figured out.
So I’m going back home to California for winter break, and I’m beginning to prep myself mentally for the entourage of questions I know I’ll be getting, not only because I’ve...
SIR ELTON was thinking of being a total jerk this week, just to prepare for this whole Thanksgiving holiday you Americans have.
The literary powers that be always consider the release of a new Tom Wolfe book the literary event of the season.
I was walking to class on East, when I heard a voice start singing some ’90s pop “classic” behind me.
I was struck by the recent column, “In Appreciation of Life,” written by Anne Katharine Wales. She made many interesting and moving points.
The posturing of the election is over. There’s a rare pause in campus and national rhetoric; people are thinking.
That’s so gay.” “He acts like such a fag.” “He’s clearly gay, look how he’s dressed.”.
Like many of you out there in Dukedom on Election Day, I was awake late into the night, watching as those fabled Democratic precincts in Cleveland failed to deliver Ohio to Kerry.
My boyfriend came to visit me last year and eager to show him Duke in all its glory, I spent the subsequent days showing him around all the obligatory visitor hotspots.
A few weeks ago I attended my first funeral. Walking into the wake, I was surprised by how scared I felt to see my grandfather displayed inside the casket.