An Existential Criticism of the Drinking Age

Twenty-one is an extremely arbitrary age. The stroke of midnight upon my twenty-first birthday found me in Asheville, washing dishes with Vincent, so that my exhausted family and friends (we had come in from Charlotte that afternoon) could could go to bed at a slightly-respectable hour. And really, I wouldn’t have had it any other [...]

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Pan-Handling For Tampons

Today, Rosi and I decided to visit the High Museum of Art. So we headed off, gluten-free snacks and ipods in tow, trussed up for a day on the town. We found the museum on our second try, made it into the parking garage (we are both horrendous with directions), and after some season-pass confusion [...]

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A Post for Rosi

Yes, it’s been a shamefully long while since I last wrote. I would plead academia as my excuse, but then who doesn’t have mounds of homework or paperwork or some kind of pressing unpleasantness eating up one’s time? And really, compared to last semester, I have little to complain about. Last semester, English ate my [...]

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