Not Just Ramen

Confession: I’ve never eaten ramen at college. Blasphemy, right? Ramen is practically made for midnight snacks and alternatives to dining hall food, but it’s always been a homey comfort food for me. When I was little, ramen was reserved for Saturday mornings. We’d wake up and eat our ramen (always adding peas, chicken, or egg so…

Gone Girl Got Me Reading Again

The first thing I did when I arrived in New York City for fall break was sleep. The second thing I did was go to Barnes & Noble and buy Gone Girl. I haven’t read a book–a “real book” (namely, not a textbook)–since August, and I’d been meaning to read Gone Girl for months before the movie…

Unzipped

How people handle joy and pride shows you a lot about them. How people handle pain and remorse shows you even more. I’m not the girl who sits on countertops and swings her legs slightly as she falls in love or makes a big decision. I’m the girl that makes pro/con lists and sees everything as a process.…

Kiss and Makeup

Pop culture loves to glorify men who love their women au naturale (Drake and Bruno Mars, anyone?). In response, researchers in the UK have studied this preference. The study is problematic: small sample, biased methodology, condescending analysis of the results. The comments section emphasizes that women don’t necessarily wear makeup to please men. Instead, many commenters argue,…

Open Tabs

Your search history says a lot about you: your interest (or lack thereof) in current events, your medical symptoms, your Facebook stalking habits. It makes sense that our search histories match our interests, since the Internet is where most people turn for information. So what do your open tabs tell you? They represent the two extremes…

Suburbia: A Blessing or a Curse?

I’ve lived in the same suburb of Portland my entire life. We moved once, but only up the street into a house with new construction. How first world of us. During junior high and high school I often hated our suburb. I was different from most of my classmates: I wasn’t particularly interested in sports, my…

I Must Be Cool Now

After gallivanting around Spain and Portugal for five weeks, it was time to come home and get to work. As a child, I spent most of my summers at a new camp every week, learning about animation or volleyball or astronomy. I adored my counselors; it was refreshing to have energetic, caring leaders who weren’t “old” (at age 8, anything…

17 Things I Learned at 17

Tomorrow I turn 18, so to celebrate and/or speed up my last hours of being 17 years old, here are 17 things I learned this year: 1. Fax machines ROCK when you live 3,000 miles away from your parents and can’t sign medical release forms because you’re a minor. 2. Make your friends your family. 3. In comparison…

My Spanish Namesake

There I was, minding my own business (and by that I mean blatantly staring at every person walking by) while having a late lunch in Sevilla. The sun had finally descended behind the restaurant, and for the first time that day the plaza was comfortably warm instead of exhaustingly sweltering. I took a sip of…

First Pizza Delivery

Ordering takeout or delivery has never been a habit in my house. If we’re feeling uninspired or lazy in the face of cooking dinner, we’ll have a sit-down meal at a restaurant. Usually we’re driven by a change in cuisine; we frequently go out for Japanese or Thai, sometimes Indian, and occasionally Lebanese, Greek, or Italian. Pizza is usually reserved…