Malia, Malala, and Me
Sometimes people go to parties. Sometimes people go to parties, and Malia Obama is there. Sometimes it’s hard for people to think of words to...
The Trials of (Cactus) Motherhood
While hustling to the Ratty on a mission for tater tots and Rhody Fresh milk, I was distracted by a casual yet calculated display of...
The Not So Secret Agency: We’re Hiring!
by Emily Adams Do you consider yourself a strong-willed female with great hair and puckerable lips? Do you find yourself suppressing sexual tension with every...
Heavy Petting: A Dog’s Story
Last week, I attended Heavy Petting for the first time. Those of you who don’t attend Brown University: don’t get too excited. Heavy Petting is...
Your New Favorite Water
NASA has found traces of water on the surface of Mars. This groundbreaking discovery presents all kinds of exciting possibilities for humanity. You may be...
Really?!? With The Rib
People are so stupid. So unbelievably dumb. Sometimes I wish I could move into a cave in the middle of nowhere and tune out all...
The Right Way to Answer Those Unwanted Questions
It can be a real treat to hang out with your extended family. They’ve known you for so long, after all. And isn’t it so...
Confessions of a Morning Mail Addict
I need it every day. I crave it every day. I get my fix every day. It is something I cannot live without. Since day...
Existentialism and Laptop Stickers
As I gazed upon the other 200 students in lecture, I felt like a cog in the academic machine. In high school, I was forced...
Confessions of a SoulCyclist
I begin my walk up Thayer Street from Wriston Quad to the Nelson Fitness Center. Today I’m lacking a certain enthusiasm. An enthusiasm that is bright...