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Graduation, Stanford Single Style
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Dear Readers,
It is with a heavy heart that I inform you that this is my last original Stanford Single Daily column.
Rent My Love
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It has been said that a woman needs only three things in life to be happy: a good job, a good man and a good apartment. Occasionally my happiness also involves good prescription painkillers, but for the sake of the column we’ll stick to the job-man-apartment trio.
Here's to you, Mrs. Cannizzaro
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Happy belated Mother’s Day, Mom!
Time for your digital exam
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Most people would agree that the Internet is a good thing. We can buy airplane tickets, seek medical advice and watch porn, all with the click of a button.
Read this book and die alone
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I will begin this column with a disclaimer: I’m a huge fan of Dr. Phil McGraw. In the comfort of my own home, I watch his television show religiously.
Hello, nice to meet you, will you marry me?
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I feel like I have my finger on the pulse of society. For example, dancing ‘til dawn at the BBC: so last quarter. Baking eclairs instead of going to Pub Night: really cool right now.
Is that a crowbar in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?
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In preparation for Pub Night this week, I endured a crowbar wound to the back and was zipped into a (clean) body bag in a room full of cadavers.
No Beer, No Pub, No Love
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According to a recent article in The Daily, there appears to be some sort of debate over whether or not the graduate student pub (also known as the 750) should continue to serve alcohol.
Buenos dias, Stanford Single
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When my friends and I heard that everyone was going to Cabo for Spring Break, we were nothing short of disgusted. Cabo, I mean really, could it be any more cliche?
Which love guru is right for you?
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Over the past few months I have received several emails addressed to Roxy Sass, the sex columnist who also writes for this publication.
Prince Charming: Beast, loser or rapist?
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A few nights ago I watched one of my favorite movies of all time — Disney’s animated masterpiece, “Beauty and the Beast” — and it brought back a lot of good memories.
I'm with Cupid
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As a single, independent woman, I am extremely embarrassed to admit that Valentine’s Day is my favorite holiday. It feels sort of like saying that although I am a strict vegetarian, I enjoy strangling squirrels with my bare hands and then laughing as I watch them bleed.
How to go on a coffee date
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Do not call it a coffee date. Do not call it a date. Do not call it anything other than “stopping by the CoHo after class.
The emotional hookup manifesto
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Last night I hooked up. There was no alcohol or nudity, just a random discussion with a perfect stranger. When I gave my friend Aaron the play-by-play the next morning, we came to the following conclusion:
Many weekend mornings, a disheveled herd of students roams the campus in search of their dorms.
From fantasy to reality: in the studio with The Spins
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BERKELEY, Calif. — From the parking lot, the stone-covered complex at 2600 Tenth St. does not seem like the kind of place where rock legends are born.
Time to get hitched, bitch
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A funny thing happened to two of my best childhood girlfriends over winter break. They got engaged. Engaged!
Burning the duck baggage
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There are three tasks I approach at the beginning of each new quarter. They are: rearranging the furniture in my room, curing myself of an unhealthy infatuation with Home and Garden Television and acknowledging any emotional constructs that may be preventing me from living a full life.
Body Language, or How to Get ET to Phone Home
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I’ve always been one to do things a little . . . differently. When the other middle school kids were showing off their designer jeans, I was flaunting pink leggings and a “World’s Best Mom” sweatshirt.
Senior Pub Night: God's Gift to Singles
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Pub Night is the highlight of the week for any Stanford senior. In fact, the event is so monumental that my friends and I have started referring to Thursday simply as “Pub Night” and every other day of the week as “Not Pub Night.
Warning: Tinfoil nipples are too hot to handle
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In addition to my litany of attractive qualities — namely a quick wit and large breasts — I now have a halting limp that causes me to shuffle from side to side like Stumpy, the Peg-Legged Pirate.
My other car...is a pickup line
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I was sitting alone in my room one weeknight drinking tepid vodka out of a Care Bear mug, when I thought of something that seemed — even for me — really insightful.
Red Flags: Nature’s Way of Saying ‘Run Like Hell’
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Time in prison. Identical twins. An inability to recall my name after we start making out.
These are a few of my “red flags” — the things I watch out for when I’m mingling with someone in a non-platonic context.
I Cardinal Recruited Your Mom Last Night
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There’s really no delicate way to say this: the Fall Career Fair gave me terrible diarrhea (just kidding — everyone knows that girls don’t have such bodily functions).
Would you like sprinkles with that DTR?
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I sat down to lunch the other day in the midst of a fascinating conversation among several residents in my house. They were discussing something they termed the “Coldstone Effect” — that is, when a person decides to break the unanticipated news that they no longer want to see the other person over a delicious dessert at Coldstone Creamery (I’ve also heard this called the “one-day-180” — the name comes from the fact that it appears the individual has done a complete 180 with their affection over the course of a single day).
When cute perfect strangers become just strangers —tales of a short-lived infatuation
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If there’s one thing you should know about me, it’s that I have an intense infatuation with office supplies. Pens, scissors, label makers — there’s something about having all those fancy tools sitting on my desk that just screams “Possibility!
This quarter, take on five units worth of dating
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They say there’s no dating at Stanford/ And I tell you I used to agree/ Then I found myself a solution/ I found myself a remedy .
Nondaters: stop being lame and get some game
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I don’t know about you, but when I first came to Stanford, I thought finding datable men was going to be like shooting fish in a barrel.