To Subtweet or Not to Subtweet?
As a self-proclaimed “O.G. Twitter Rascal,” I endorse all kinds of Twitter shenanigans. A haiku about sushi? Tweet it. A picture not quite up to...
Hangover Guilt
I open my eyes. I have no recollection of where I am. A hotel room? The morning sun shines through the window, casting an orange...
This Is What Happens When You Decide to Wax Your Armpits
There have been many moments in which it begins to haunt you. You Nair them an hour and a half before your Bat Mitzvah...
1, 2, Barbecue
I regret to inform you that this post isn’t about cornbread, ribs, or coleslaw. At the start of my freshman year, I was lucky enough...
A Love Letter to Gluten
Dear Gluten, You are the starch beneath my sesame bagel. You are the cling to my linguine. You are the glue (ten) that will hold...
The Truth About GBF’s
Shortly after meeting my eventual best friend Danny, I developed an enormous crush on him. Shortly after developing an enormous crush on him, he told...
Flirting with a Fetish
Last weekend, some friends and I made chicken curry and opened a bottle of pinot, which, (un)expectedly, provided the perfect setting for a conversation...
Middle School Crushes: A Semi-Comprehensive Guide
Let’s face it, we all had some embarrassing crushes in middle school. When it comes down to it, there are five major food groups of...
The Girl Who Has Dated EVERY. DIET. EVER.
I am a serial dater. I wish I could say with men…okay more with boys, but unfortunately that is not the case. I date diets....
The Detachable Penis
After an endless week, I had finally made it to the weekend. I staggered to my room, collapsed into a chair, and dumped the contents...