A trip to John Mulaney’s St. Louis stand-up show. HJGRSDHHFESJGV!
I’m back—after writing about my sexual assault in an op-ed last spring—and here to explain Wash. U.’s current Title IX sexual assault investigation process through the lens of my own case, with all of its faults on display.
So there’s a bangin’, booty-droppin’ rager this Friday night, and everyone just HAS to go. But here’s the catch: You’ve decided to be sober.
So, you’re getting ready to go out. It’s a Friday night, or a Saturday, or—if you’re really committed to your nightlife—it’s a Wednesday or a Thursday. You’ve curled your hair, beat your face and spent 10 minutes trying to decide if those heels are worth the tear-jerking foot cramps.
When I think about what these big powerful squats-for-dayz thighs can do, I can’t help but be thankful to have them. Here’s a list of what thighs are good at doing.
So, you made it to Washington University and now there’s a giant pit in front of Brookings. Here are some other hazards for you to know about.
Friday, Dec. 16, 2016, I sat alone in my dorm room drinking green apple vodka, eating Bear’s Den pizza and staring dejectedly at Michael Scott, begging him to make me smile. Three days later I was doing the same thing, sans alcohol with the addition of some bruises and emotional scarring.