This morning the New York Times had an interesting piece in its style section about the dynamics of hookups on college campuses, “Sex on Campus: She Can Play That Game, Too.” Extra, extra, women have sex drives too! Ok, ok, so the story has a point (that has already been beaten to death), in that … Continue reading
Category Archives: Mumbles
About shoes
New shoes may or may not be worth the trouble. On the pro-side of the paper folded hot-dog style to divide positive from negative, is the novelty. The excitement of being part of something new, feeling more attractive simply by proximity to something that agrees with you, will be seen with you, that you can … Continue reading
The way we were
It entered my mind today that the first time I visited what would become my undergraduate institution of choice (default) was in the 8th grade. I was there for the teen arts festival. I was on the writing committee for the spring musical. I wrote some terrible terrible scenes that got in, almost verbatim. (for … Continue reading
Judge me not by the freckles on my skin but by the content of my iPod*
The past couple weeks I’ve found myself uncomfortably stuck in the car with my high school self. Preserved in the form of an iPod nano (we’re talking generation 3), is my musical taste in transition. Current interests mix with the likes of Fergie, and god help me, Nickelback (just one song, I swear!). In my … Continue reading
Open love letter to no one (maybe everyone)
Darling (s), Remember when I said that that thing you do drives me crazy? Based on recent conversations, I think you misunderstood me. I wasn’t trying to be cute; I actually meant that it fills me with murderous rage, Muffin. It may just be a text message to you, but please bear with me. You know, … Continue reading
How to tell if you are prematurely entering stereotypical middle-agedom
In addition to imaginary hot flashes and constantly exclaiming “You never take me anywhere anymore!” here are a few more signs that you may have crossed over. The following are characteristics that I’ve observed. Secondhand, of course. You may act 30 years older than you are if… a productive Friday night consists of watching a … Continue reading
A case for Holden Caulfield
In my junior year of high school, I read The Catcher in the Rye for the first time. After completing the novel, I informed my teacher that I wanted to marry Holden Caulfield. In a voice that said “you should seek help,” she politely encouraged me to reevaluate my statement. (I threw the word ‘marry’ … Continue reading
Irene. All I wanted was a shower.
For two and a half days, I did not have electricity. I was pretty bitter. By mid-day two, I had very little to say in the way of conversation besides, “Can I shower at your house?” or “Do you know someone who will let me shower at their place of residence.” I complained. A lot. … Continue reading
God speed to a new, improved you–who reminds me of that guy
Hey, you, and you, and you, get off of my cloud. The funny thing about trying to be unique is that you set yourself up for failure by striving to embody a word that amounts to very little. “Unique.” And its synonyms don’t do much in the way of clearing things up. Sure “idiosyncratic” may … Continue reading
Well, my alter-ego is a lot cooler.
We all have some sort of idea of who we’d like to be. Careers are usually central to these concepts. Then there’s the more basic personality level: Are you nice, shy, condescending or cutthroat? It all boils down to how you want people to perceive you; how do you want your peers to recreate you in … Continue reading
Kathryn Brenzel 