The other night, one of my roommates was leaving to spend the night at her boyfriend’s. After she waved goodbye to all of us, she turned to him and said in a completely serious voice, “Remind me to shower tomorrow.”

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.

I’d love to shed some light on the situation [communicating with potential romantic partners] from the masculine perspective, or at least from my version of the masculine perspective. Clear communication is pure relationship gold, whether you’re ready for serious commitment or you’re at the point in life when you still make the distinction between ‘have gone on dates with So-and-so’ and ‘dating So-and-so.’

["Never Let Me Go"] follows the relationship between three students at an English boarding school from adolescence to their short-lived adulthood. All is not as it seems, however, but the hints [director Mark] Romanek drops to the audience are sleek and subtle.

Relationships in college often go undefined; it’s surprisingly easy to go on 10 dates with someone without considering yourselves a couple, or you could be dating your significant other for a year without having ever gone on a date. We tend to avoid labels at all costs—but without labels, how do we know if we are or aren’t together?

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.

Can we define cheating as just the physical stuff? And if not, where do we draw the line?

Society needs to stop encouraging Nicholas Sparks. In his latest effort, Miley Cyrus plays Ronnie, an angsty teenager forced to spend the summer with her father (Greg Kinnear) after her parents’ bitter divorce. Ronnie is a piano prodigy who is accepted into Julliard and reads Tolstoy but utters lines like, “Did you go to some nice guy school or something?

I will never forget what it felt like to wake up after I fainted on the kitchen floor. After I came back from that fuzzy place where all sound is muffled and everything turns to an interesting shade of whitish black; shapes started to come into focus, and I heard my panicked boyfriend distantly shouting my name.

There are three little words we’ve all heard before—in books, movies or songs. The words, of course, are “I love you.” Sweet, right? Well in these cases, saying “I love you,” means that the good guys have won, victory for the poets and artists, and a rainbow arches over two embracing individuals right before the [...]