SEX ON TUESDAY: Longing for simpler times

My first sexual experiences happened in parked cars in the suburbs of Southern California. Usually a Strokes song was playing, my head would hit the roof at least five or six times and neither of us really knew what we were doing. On the drives back home, I remember dreaming
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It’s a hard-knock life

On a Thursday night, as we sipped our beers at a local bar and the conversational naturally turned to my favorite subject, my girlfriend almost complained that if she and her boyfriend “don’t have sex for like two days, he goes crazy and whatnot!” Well, frankly, I would — and
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Biting with freethought

I get flipped off every Tuesday afternoon on Sproul Plaza. Why, you might ask, does such an irregular event occur to me on such a regular basis? The answer, dear reader, is that I am a libertarian at one of the most notoriously liberal universities in the nation: our beloved
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OFF THE BEAT: Friends with consequences

FWB. An acronym with which many college students are familiar. A phrase that encapsulates the exciting and enthralling romantic life without commitment. This is the phase between being single and being in a committed relationship. The rules are blurred, and the only thing that can be expected is the late-night text
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OFF THE BEAT: I’m Greek — you’re weak

I’m Greek. Like really Greek. Although I’m in a sorority, that’s not really what I’m talking about. You know, the “loud breeding Greek eaters” who think that every word in the English language stems from Greek, that everything in existence was invented by the Greeks and that not eating meat
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OFF THE BEAT: Bookshelves and puzzle pieces

Someone once remarked there is absolutely nothing that compares with the influence of a mother. For me, it is a testament to a fine truth, one whose foundations transcend simple love, kindness and understanding. It holds a greater truth in my heart than I would like to admit at times.
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OFF THE BEAT: Ode to my fallen minivan

Dear Sienna, To address you in this letter is a formality that reassures only myself. No matter how affectionately I try to pen these words, I will forever have to cope with my carelessness and my neglect that as of two Saturdays ago permanently separated us. But I am impelled
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OFF THE BEAT: Bleeding fandom. Kind of.

Three years ago, a sportswriter told me you should never be a fan of the team you cover. I’m still trying to decide if he was right. I now cover the football team for the Daily Cal, and I’m starting my second year on the job. It’s the coolest gig
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OFF THE BEAT: In the footsteps of giants

During my first visit to Washington, D.C., my mother insisted that we pay homage to the many markers of our American identity. Lincoln, Jefferson, Washington, World War II, the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier — I remember walking among them all. Obelisks and colonnades and carved marble statues. The grandeur
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OFF THE BEAT: Journey to trash mountain

It’s no wonder so many religions preach against an overabundance of material goods. Not only do they distract you from whatever holy activities your soul is supposed to be partaking in (because, y’know, mine is totally doing that), but they can also be pretty annoying. I never thought of myself
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