I am late, and I am ironing a skirt. I am ironing a skirt on a stack of magazines. It is not going well.
You don't want to look dumb, but you don't know jack about ordering wine. It's pricey and complicated, and there's added pressure on Valentine's Day-your choice can say a lot about how much you...
few reasons why women might rush a sorority at other schools: Legacy status. Girlfriend shortage. Skimpy resume. And then there's the digs. Yep, some girls just want to live in a mansion,...
By now, there isn't a soul in the United States who hasn't seen the greasy, glinting forehead of Cho Seung-Hui, the gunman responsible for what broadcast news and the blogosphere are terming "the...
At Duke, April is for sport, For having sweaty springtime romps With other stress-worn Devils, Near the Garden's murky swamps.
About three weeks ago, I was wandering around the yacht-cabin-like bowels of Rugby, the Franklin Street store also known as the mecca of gratingly WASPish attire.
One year ago, the editors of The Chronicle's 101st volume heartily congratulated Professor Emeritus John Hope Franklin on his selection as the Class of 2006's commencement speaker.
You heard it here first: Heidi from The Hills is a goner. I wonder who will fill the 80-pound void she's leaving behind.
We weren't past the Nasher before I knew that the kid next to me on the C1 will attend Session I of summer school, after which he will "probably be doing some volunteer s-." His buddy in front of...
Last summer, I worked as a maid. For one day. Actually, full disclosure, I didn't even earn full-fledged maid status. I shadowed a maid for a day, and she happened to be my sister.
