Heart-shaped pendants. Golden promise rings. Diamond-encrusted bracelets. The sheer amount of romantically-themed jewelry I see worn these days both astounds and confounds me.
I was at a party during Sibs Weekend.
Feelings of hopelessness have become a common trend throughout campus this past winter season, at least for me. Luckily, I’ve had an excuse for it: Seasonal Affective Disorder.
I’m an atheist. That phrase tends to have a negative connotation attached to it, but more people every day feel free to own up to those words.
Americans consistently and greatly exaggerate the value and benefit of democracy. It must be admitted the worst tendency in democracy is that it destroys the conception of a private realm wherein political and social power cannot intervene without committing a great injustice.
Last Wednesday my aunt was diagnosed with breast cancer, for the third time. They said she is now in stage four. Upon hearing this, my first reaction was to think of how bad this really is. Could her years really be numbered? My second reaction was reminiscing about her.
Bombay Sapphire Gin, a dash of blue Curacao, tonic, an olive, a slice of orange garnish and a New York bar, and, ta-da! You have the Lintini! Yes, it’s “Linsanity” high time across all of New York and much of the world as the basketball sensation Jeremy Lin sweeps the sports stage, transforming himself from a virtual unknown dumped by both Golden State and Houston to the New York Knicks superstar.
Large breasts, tight buns, long flowing golden locks: it’s fairly well-known what men are supposed to find attractive in women.
A wise man once told me that a college party isn’t a college party unless there’s a girl crying on the front porch because her boyfriend said “hello” to another girl.
No matter where I’m walking to, I end up behind someone smoking a cigarette at some point. And that’s fine. From time to time, the scent can be alluring.
Facebook is a great way to self-promote.
Relationships can be funny things. They can be wonderful, they can be horrible or they can be both. That’s when it starts to get confusing.
A part of me envies the adolescent pothead skipping class everyday.
Last week, I discussed the deep and philosophical history of men’s underwear and how men’s whitey-tighties went from simple loincloths to bigger and badder codpieces to the modern-day, deified boxers and briefs.
Readers, I am writing this column in the hopes of clearing up some of the large messy ordeal that is Valentine’s Day.
What qualifies as a good song, a great musician or artist? Looking at the nominees for yesterday’s 2012 Grammys, it seems that our nation’s critics have forgotten the answer to this question.
Is it possible that the majority of American couples don’t take commitment seriously anymore, that perhaps a large number of people don’t agree with the idea of a monogamous relationship?
I have two girlfriends and each occasionally spends a night with me. My problem is that I do like one a little more than the other. However, she snores a lot and keeps me awake. I must now make a choice. Should I choose Number Two and a good night’s sleep or Number One and sleepless nights?
Every now and then, for no reason, a drunken girl will start crying. It’s just something that can happen after midnight.
“Mama’s in the factory she ain’t got no shoes, Daddy’s in the ally, he’s looking for food, and I’m in the kitchen with the tombstone blues.“
Solutions by The State News