The Happy Trail

Starting out, a fresh semester is peppered with new binders, reunions with friends and, for some, slumping back into a self-defeatist attitude regarding one’s love life in this petri dish of a community. The latter is something I have seen many a strong person fall victim to. Many times what perpetuates or aggravates this scenario is a little something I like to call the 60/40 blues. . The 60/40 refers to the approximate female/male ratio on campus. Since my freshman year, my feelings toward this interesting dynamic have fluctuated from...

The other day whilst jogging, someone yelled “Nice butt!” to me. I wanted to shoot back with what I admiringly witnessed my older cousin say to someone once in a similar scenario: “Keep it up! That’s how you get a girlfriend!” But my endorphin-addled brain prohibited this course of action. On the bright side, it led me to my topic of the week: sexual directness. What works and what really, really emphatically ‘what-were-you-thinking’ does not? Cat-calling falls into the latter category. As a female, I can say it is flattering...

Sex. Let’s talk about it. This is the first article of my (hopefully recurring) sex column. I will do my best to be less annoying than Carrie Bradshaw, but no promises. For starters, this column is a personal challenge. Or an inside joke, depending on how you look at it. To be clear, The Trail is not a joke; the joke is that I haven’t exactly had sex. Yet here I am. That’s the funny thing about sex: the complexity of such a simple act that can make you satisfied...