Man! I Feel Like a Woman
When it comes to my peers, I am always the one playing catch up. They’re more… how do I put this… developed. They own more...
Fun New Ways to Mess Up My Name
Images via Sindura Sriram.
No, I’m Not Spiritually Dead Inside I’m Just Listening to Music
I ran into my friend Anna the other day while walking through the Main Green. I think she yelled “Hi,” and after taking a graceful...
Mailaholics Anonymous
Hi, my name is Christina, and I am a mailaholic. I love getting mail. I loved getting mail in high school, when colleges I’ve never...
My Favorite Bed Time Stories Are Serial Killer Case Files
Every night, before bed, I brush my teeth with gingivitis toothpaste and watch videos about serial killers. It’s a great routine. I prevent my gums...
What I Think You Think My Purple Hair Says About Me
I once wrote right here for The Rib about this weird, narcissistic idea I have. Essentially, I thought that not changing my hairstyle was the...
Meat, My Cruel Mistress
For the past three years at Brown, I have been at the whim of the campus meats. I salivated over egg and bacon sandwiches at...
Are You There Empire State Building? It’s Me, Abby
Like Margaret did to God, I asked the Empire State Building a lot of questions this summer. Unlike Margaret, these questions didn’t revolve around puberty....
The Fleeting Nature of Love and Weather Protective Gear
It was early September. I was caught between a rock and a hard place—the rock being a mom loudly debating the redeeming qualities of two...
The Everygirl’s Guide to Tinder
Well here I am, single again. No it’s cool, I’m okay, unfurrow your brows. Fortunately for all of us, I’m slowly but surely moving out...