I will be the first to admit it: I love romantic comedies. I will also be the first to admit that it’s been a sparse year. The only decent rom-com I can remember seeing in the past year is “Letters to Juliet,” which came out last summer. So, taken in that context, “Something Borrowed” was good. I’d love to say it was great. It had everything going for it.

We’re all starting to care much more about what we’re posting online. In college, when dating can almost always be summed up by “It’s Complicated,” what exactly is Facebook dating etiquette?

We all wish that there was a universal understanding of what a hook up actually means, rather than perpetual mystery surrounding the subject. Professor Susan Stiritz is teaches a course this semester titled: “Hooking Up: Healthy Exploration or Harmful Exploitation?” which serves that very purpose.

Our friends are the unsung heroes of our lives. They have this sort of magical knowledge that lets them instantly tell if you are upset, how upset you are and exactly what to do to make you feel better.

Many girls have never achieved an orgasm. There are also girls that don’t particularly care whether or not they orgasm, girls that lie about having orgasms and girls that lie about enjoying sex at all.

Being whipped to the point where it interferes with your daily life is undeniably a bad thing. If it gets to a point where you start bailing on friends to help your boyfriend’s grandmother pick out flowers for her garden, you definitely need to reevaluate a few things. But when it comes to a couple who occasionally bring each other dinner, or spend several hours thinking of the ideal gift for their significant other, maybe tagging them as whipped is a little harsh.

Social networking has no doubt changed the way college students interact. Information is shared more frequently, relationships are easier to sustain and knowledge is spread at unprecedented speeds. From sharing photos to dating, social networking sites have transformed cultural norms that were once taken for granted.

A few weeks ago, I was sitting in a Contemporary Fiction class in which the discussion focused on a morbid book that featured some pretty messed-up relationships—relationships between the dead and the living, the old and the young, the in-love and the not-in-love. As my classmates respectively made judgmental comments about the characters, my teacher paused the discussion with an incredulous look.

A look back at the Internet, with all its sexually charged possibilities.

Why didn’t he call me last night? Maybe my phone’s broken—should I check my Facebook inbox again? Maybe his phone’s broken? Should I call him? I could send him a friendly text. Did he call you? What do you think, should I call him? I’m over him! He doesn’t deserve me! But I thought we had such a great time!”