Hours before you witnessed your mom’s pre-dinner panic, got drunk off mulled wine with Grandma, and sat down for mashed potatoes and stuffing, juniors studying abroad this semester had the unique opportunity to engage in the Turkey Day festivities in different countries (and time zones) around the world. Although unconventional, these Thanksgiving celebrations proved to be a reminder of these students’ national pride as they were able to take this slice of Americana with them and share it with both old and new friends. Check out how your peers celebrated Thanksgiving abroad! It’s like the Ludacris song, but with Thanksgiving. [Read more →]
“I can’t wait to go home,” seems to be the constant refrain of Brown students as Thanksgiving draws nearer and nearer. However, some of us will have to wait longer before going back home. I am of course talking about the wonderful International student body at Brown.
As some of us come from across several seas and timezones, going back home over Thanksgiving isn’t always possible. But five days of vacation can still be put to good use. What follows is a list of things to do over the Thanksgiving break so Internationals can celebrate in their own way, without feeling left out.
- Visit your relatives living nearby. Your home away from home. If you have relatives living nearby, be sure to visit them over Thanksgiving. Not only will you get to eat “home food” again, but you can also practice speaking your native language again, which probably will have gotten a bit rusty with all these months abroad. [Read more →]
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As we sit down to our lovely Thanksgiving feasts with our families and friends, we must think about the things in our lives for which we are thankful. Last year, we were thankful for my tips on hickey removal before we went home to Mom and Dad. This year, I am of course thankful for sex. But even more than that, I am thankful to find partners who are receptive to trying new things in the bedroom, that I feel comfortable sharing my personal desires and kinks with, and who are open to enacting those fantasies that tend to remain tucked up inside my head. One such fantasy is spanking, and I’m sure I’m not alone in that. In the spirit of this most wonderful holiday, I am here to give you Monica’s Spanks-giving tips. Whether you’re seasoned in the art of spanking or new to the practice, these tips should help ensure you and your partner make the most out of this most wicked activity! [Read more →]
As you may have learned, Amtrak tickets are overpriced, and Megabus can be sketchy. In the face of these less-than-attractive alternatives, many will opt to take Peter Pan/Greyhound buses that depart from Kennedy Plaza. For those of you following this strategy, there are some things you need to know.
Your ticket will only get you halfway there.
READ: A ticket does NOT guarantee you a seat on the bus. Peter Pan always overbooks its buses.
Last year Long ago, one could purchase a “reserved seat” for an extra $5. This was akin to the system where all the rich people on the Titanic got to board the limited supply of life boats while everyone else was left to freeze, the only difference being that K-Plaza in November is slightly colder than the Northern Atlantic Ocean. Seriously, watch out for icebergs on your way down the Hill.
In any case, Peter Pan has done away with this ticket-reserve policy, so now plebeians and bourgeois alike get to vie for their seat on the bus equally. [Read more →]
Hours before you enjoyed a glass of mulled wine, watched a bunch of men toss around the pigskin, and sat down for dinner, juniors studying abroad this semester had the unique opportunity to engage in the Turkey Day festivities in different countries (and time zones) around the world. These students have more than their respective study abroad experiences to be thankful for—Thanksgiving proved to be a reminder of these students’ national pride as they were able to take this slice of Americana with them and blow it up in big and creative ways. Check out how your peers celebrated Thanksgiving abroad after the jump.
There is nothing like sitting in your favorite booth at the Diner talking about sex. And this Thanksgiving break, I talked a lot of sex. The conversation was not censored in any way. My friends and I spoke as loudly and openly as we wanted, without reservation or concern that families sitting just a short distance away. It was as nonchalant as discussing the weather, except this conversation happened to be a deeply revealing and detailed account of my friend Jack’s first ever threesome, less than three months into his freshman year of college.
What can I say? Jack moves fast. And as Jack’s story was winding down and he was regaling me with the tale of walking his debauched and drunk self across campus and to bed on legs that could not stop shaking, I began thinking about the rest of my friends from home and their seemingly wild sex lives. My friend Hope is perhaps the most perfect example. After I picked her up from the airport on Saturday morning, her neck covered in hickeys (she should’ve checked out my techniques from last week for help with those!), she showed me the massage candle she and her girlfriend just bought and planned to use next time they’re together. These candles melt at lower temperatures than normal candles, so when you pour the wax on the skin, it doesn’t burn you, but creates a warming sensation and makes you feel kind of dangerous.
She and her girlfriend are very much into experimentation: not too long ago she sent me a picture of these pearl handcuffs that she had bought and also enlisted my help in finding a good chocolate body paint (I recommended the Kama Sutra brand Lover’s Body Paint. They come in milk chocolate, dark chocolate raspberry, and rich caramel). But I used the reviews online rather than my own personal experience to help her out with her decision because I had never used the paints myself. Most of my own recent sexual experiences have been vanilla in comparison to Hope’s and Jack’s. I, unlike Hope, have never had sex in the slaves’ quarters at a Colonial Williamsburg-type living history museum. I don’t think I know anyone else who has. I don’t think I know anyone at Brown who has even come close.
It’s easy to explain why coming home for Thanksgiving is nice. We don’t have to wear flip flops in the shower. We get to be pampered by — and maybe get in some uncomfortable conversations with — our relatives, all while gorging on really tasty non-Ratty food. We have an excuse to buy non-Natty beer and non-Karkov vodka. You get the picture; there are some creature comforts we would only ever get at home. Having now returned from my break, however, it amazes me what little things we don’t appreciate about Brown while we’re away, like:
1. Never having to worry about what/where to eat for dinner. I guess this goes away for people who are off meal plan, but there is something comforting in stumbling into the Ratty or V-Dub and just gorging yourself on whatever’s there. Sure, Montreal/Jamaican Jerk/Italian grilled chicken might get old, but cajun chicken pasta doesn’t.
2. A totally awesome police force. In what normal place on earth are you able to get away with blazing in broad daylight on the Main Green, streaking to celebrate President Obama’s reelection — that totally actually happened — and climbing roofs of various buildings? In the real world, you can get arrested and thrown in jail for those kinds of moves, you know.
3. No driving! I know many students hold their car and their dog in similar esteem and miss them just about the same amount while here, but Brown’s pedestrian- and eco-friendly culture is definitely less stressful (not to mention less expensive).
Some people I know go home to sad, small Thanksgivings, with just their immediate family and pet guinea pig. Others sit alone in the Blue Room with a cold turkey sandwich.
Those people are incredibly lucky. My family is the equivalent of a swarm of locusts, descending upon my small home in Virginia to parasitically consume all our food. We always have 20+ family members populating our home on Thanksgiving, eating and talking and arguing. When your family grows so large they form their own gravitational field, there’s bound to be inter-familial strife.
And no one knows this better than me. My family comes from all walks of White America, from yuppies to military brats to country hicks and hipsters. We have Christians and Buddhists, Hindus and atheists. My family has grown so large that my grandmother has a great-great grandchild. That’s my second cousin twice removed. I’m still not sure what the difference is between “removed” and “second” cousin, so I just threw them both in there for good measure. In short, my family’s insane.
So I’ve developed some helpful tactics for dealing with them:
Like all of y’all, we’ve taken off to enjoy turkey (and turduckens? Maybe) and sit in the hot seat while our drunken aunts ask us about our love lives. If at any point during your pumpkin-induced food coma you begin to experience symptoms of BlogDailyWithdrawal (defined by BlogMD as “a rash in the shape of an angry bear head, hashtagged speech and an overly inflated sense of self worth”), we suggest you medicate by showering yourself in love and gratitude: Brown University Compliments will be up and running (albeit slowly), so consider letting your classmates and friends know just how thankful you are to have them in your life. Until Sunday, eat, drink, and enjoy!
As I sit here on the train, making my way back home, I am both fearful and excited. I come from a very big, very close Italian family that I love very much. I have a bunch of older cousins who go to various colleges but I’m the only one who hasn’t been home in the past three months. I’m the only one they haven’t seen, talked to, or interrogated. Part of me is dreading Turkey Day because I know that, as the only girl cousin in the family, I will be getting a lot of slack from my male counterparts. For me, Thanksgiving is going to be a crazy, fun-filled shitshow complete with familial bullying, drunk aunts, and the random girls that my cousins feel the need to bring home in their desperate attempts to prove their attractiveness.