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. Continue Reading
“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. Continue Reading
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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! Continue Reading
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. Continue Reading
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.