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Alanna Flores
Alanna Flores '22 is a Desk Editor for The Grind. Contact her at alanna13 'at' stanford.edu.

Mapping Stanford: Beyond the bed

Editor’s Note: This article is purely fictitious. All attributions in this article are not genuine and this story should be read in the context of pure entertainment only. Preface: The Engineering Quad could be hazardous to sexual stamina, as evidenced by one Stanford freshman in CS 106A: “Nothing about coding is sexy, except my TA.”…

Let’s get ‘Hannah-lytical’

In this week’s whimsical episode of “The Bachelorette,” Hannah brought the men into her world of pageantry with the “Mr. Right Pagent.” Within this evocative display of humanity, there was an unexpected reframe of the traditional swimwear portion: a substitution bikinis and one-pieces (and maybe tankinis) for speedos. The on-screen event preparation was quite extensive,…

Sexual life at Stanford

The word “hookup” is still fertile ground for some good old-fashioned parental disapproval. Casual hookups, however, have changed their perceived status from taboo to commonplace liberating behavior. Unfortunately, casual sexual interactions alone are often intertwined with the idea of sex-positivity. This promising, yet at times, narrow societal perception can make people feel restricted. More than…

Is modern romance dead or are my Tinder pictures just poorly angled?

Let’s say I am laying in my bed in unlaundered sweatpants as I watch “Titanic,” or “To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before,” an updated version of the forbidden love story archetype. As I inattentively watch these idealized romances play out on my laptop, I rapidly drag my finger right on my phone screen, affirming my attraction to a promising mirror selfie of a decent-looking Stanford student without a creepy or arrogant bio. In this *hypothetical* scene, something feels a bit wrong about my desire for instant gratification and my yearning for a scenario similar to that of the people slowly falling in love on the dusty laptop screen in front of me.

‘The Bachelor,’ Week 8: Parents and permission

The hometown hoedown gets cracking as Caelynn and Colton sit on a bench envisioning the three non-negotiables of their nonexistent future together: “Growing, moving forward and … getting a dog.” Colton leaps with glee as he eloquently announces, “I get to meet the fam.” Caelynn reassures Colton that she is no longer just falling in…

‘The Bachelor,’ Week 7: Blinded by beauty

Commencing this week’s comedy special, Colton vlogs an astute observation: “Every decision I make is bigger and means more.” He returns to Denver, his motherland, to cope with multiple girls fawning over him. Upon arrival, he has a bro-to-bro 30-second convo with Ben from Season 20. Colton thanks Ben for all the heartfelt advice, then…

‘The Bachelor,’ Week 6: Radical romance or contrived comedy?

Colton preps for his Youtube career as he shirtlessly vlogs on the beach in Vietnam. The ladies arrive, fresh-faced, to create every videographer’s dream moment: women screaming, “Good morning, Vietnam!” while gracefully crowding on a balcony. Colton and Hannah G. get sexy massages together, each wrapped in large leaves. Colton lovingly refers to the Insta…

39 spicy titles for my memoir or yours

Constructing the memoir of your life can be a truly grueling process. The most crucial element to consider, of course, is the enticing title. The stakes are incredibly high  — with the wrong label, your entire life could be inaccurately represented. For widespread applicability, I have laid out options for some niche lifestyles. For the…

West refers to much more than Kanye

I believe the first time I deeply contemplated the terms east and west, I was twirling my hair aimlessly in a cramped and colorful elementary school classroom. My teacher taught us the mnemonic device Never Eat Soggy Waffles in order to embed the cardinal directions into our young, moldable minds. These simple directions, besides creating…

Make sleep sexy again

To my long lost lover: Though I’ve foolishly replaced you with Stern Dining cappuccinos and Market at Munger energy drinks, I still love you like a love song baby. Romeo and Juliet, Chuck and Blair or even the infamous Jack and Rose cannot hold a candle to our forbidden love. Let’s talk about sleep, baby.…

Let’s shower together!

In light of Earth Day being a short six months away, I have decided it is time we begin thinking a bit deeper about the climate change crisis. I don’t know about you, but if I wake up to another perfectly blue-skied, 70-degree day tomorrow, I might just lose my mind. As California continues to…

On being ‘unsuc-sex-ful’

Surely bountiful romance and employment opportunities came in a neatly packaged bundle with our acceptance letters. Isn’t the true objective of institutionalized higher learning to meet our soulmates and prepare for a monotonous career full of humble brags? But as the hint of crisp fall leaves die and we begin to wear just a few…

FOMO on the Farm: An existential perspective

Coming to Stanford all the way from Dirty Jerz (NJ) and settling into post-NSO life, I feel an insurmountable pressure to make the most of this fancy education, to foster lifelong friendships and simply to keep up instead of sitting in my room eating a sleeve of Oreos dipped in peanut butter.  Although these past…

Rush week: The a cappella variety

I began Stanford with a flurry of expectations from stories of friends not thriving with a quarter system and from teen movies about the college experience. Diverse images containing parades of hookups, parties filled with hazy eyes, papers stacked of work, lonely lecture halls and most important, large groups of people with perfect hair singing…
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