Interrupting People
Where I come from, interrupting someone is the highest form of flattery. All of my family holidays are loud, boisterous events where everyone is shouting...
Poems to Public Eaters: Pt. 1
To Two Apple Girl in the library: I nap no more. Your sounds disturb me so Deeply. Silence Then teeth puncture eager flesh, a moment...
Spring Weekend ’15 Needs More Kanye
Well, my fellow Brunonians, our spring break has officially come to a close, condemning us for another few months to the cold, barren wasteland we...
Orange You Glad You Don’t Live in Florida?
As spring break approached amidst the cyclone of midterm exams and unseasonal snowstorms, I was sucked into conversation after conversation that followed this pattern: Person:...
On the Disgusting Necessity of Red Bull
The last time you drank a Red Bull in preparation for an all-nighter or a Friday night on the town, did you really think about your...
Horror Movies and the Real Horrors of Life
Over the weekend, my friend suggested that we cap off our night of insane spring break debauchery (read: drinking wine in a Massachusetts basement) by...
Stealing for a Cause
As I washed my hands in my parents’ bathroom sink, I realized something was out of the ordinary. Instead of the usual Walgreens hand soap,...
Tampon Talk
Apparently tampons have a long, rich history. According to tampon experts Tampax and Wikipedia, women fashioned early versions of the tampon out of wool, plants,...
A Senior’s First Time at the Whiskey Republic
I’m a senior. Last Monday, I went to WishCo for the first time in my Brown career. (And if you don’t know what WishCo* is, then...
My Own Personal Women’s History Lessons
March is Women’s History Month, and as it’s drawing to a close, I’ve been reflecting on the lessons I’ve learned from the heroines of the...