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Welcome to the series I like to call “Incredibly Unnecessary Yet Necessary Item of the Month.”
According to encyclopedia.com, etiquette is a set of rules when dealing with the outside world, and manners are the expression of inner character. Emily Post stated that manners are common sense, and etiquette is its language. I don’t know much about her, but she was the expert on etiquette.
There is nothing sexier than medical ethnobotany. Herbs and flowers with medicinal properties, out there healing and shit. Alleviating pain? Come on. It doesn’t get any spicier than that.
If we were to personify disappointment, it would be that one cousin that you have to hang out with at holiday parties out of pity. He also kind of smells, but not enough where you feel inclined to tell them. You know what I mean.
Yeast infections suck. They can itch, burn, smell, and just feel gross overall. Yes, both penis and vagina-owners can get them.
Welcome to college! You either want to get into a frat/srat or wish to simply benefit from those who are currently in one. Either way, you need to be adequately prepared to enter the disgusting abyss that is a frat party.
Let me guess. You’re a procrastinator that still hasn’t bought me a gift. You read Jessica’s article and realized I would hate to receive any of those items. First of all, fuck you for waiting till the last minute. Second of all, I’m here to save you from the embarrassment of giving me a bad gift.
Well, well, well. Look who needs assistance with their mental health. Me.
You, too? Shit, you should’ve just said so. I’ve seen a few different therapists over the years and have some tips to offer.
After graduating high school, I flew directly to NYC. I didn’t know a single soul, so I spent most of my days commuting to Union Square and walking around. This was back in the day when I read frequently for pleasure, or as many would call it the “pre-college era.” College really takes the life out of you like that – or maybe it was just the Ivy experience.