Quirky’s a myth and you’re still alone, sorry
Unsurprisingly, given last week’s column, I’m still single. I’d given myself one week as the final bracket within which I could logistically find a successful partner at Swarthmore and failed just as...
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I embarrassed myself a lot when I was sixteen
Photo by Ashlen Sepulveda My Ride the Tide was a disaster. Honestly, there are only two reasons I ended up coming here: some freshmyn gave me my first bong hits before the activities fair and I applied...
View ArticleWhat do we mean when we say “goodbye”?
What are your memories of the class of 2015? Sure, most of you must have a few good friends graduating — as do I — but what about the others? The vague acquaintances and used-to-be friends? The...
View ArticleEmbracing a new year of old flames
As of now, I am halfway done with my degree, which is crazy. Returning to Swarthmore after my second summer is a bit strange because at this point I’ve done it all before: the bad fuck, the awkward...
View ArticleSwatties seek comfort in grindr flings and Swat marriages
It’s only been a couple weeks since we’ve returned to Swarthmore and I can already see my friends fall back into their tried and tested favorite habits. Sharples quesadillas are being made with...
View ArticleSettling up at the bar while wrestling with gender dynamics
A couple summers ago, I was in a bar back home, taking advantage of a rare lower level smoking lounge, when I was approached by some boy who asked me in bad French for a lighter (“un lumière,” to be...
View ArticleAm I always rejected because of technology?
“Hey sexy,” sent DICK LICKER over Grindr. And people say the age of romance is dead. Technology has equipped us millennials with a myriad of platforms and social media outlets to court, flirt or...
View ArticleExpanding our conceptions of healthy relationships
About a year ago, I was catching up with a friend outside a bar about the usual — bad hookups, good gossip, confusing crushes. He took a drag from his cigarette, inhaling deeply, and waving around the...
View ArticleWanna Come F*ck Me? Swarthmore’s Getting Kind of Boring tbh
Picture two hall mates.They could be Bob and Joe, Eugene and Edgar, whatever you want to call them. They’ve chatted a couple times about boring shit like classes, the weather, or their RA. Although...
View ArticleOn sexual politics: shared games and intimacy
Sex is always political, especially at Swarthmore. We draft and redraft flirty texts like press releases, assuming that every detail will be scrutinized the same way we dissect the cryptic proposals we...
View ArticleInstead of Calling, London Answers
“Why don’t boys ever ask me on dates?” — Blair Helena Strocht Dear Blair, The possibilities are endless. Maybe they don’t get you, or they’re intimidated by your looks and aesthetic, or maybe they...
View ArticleHelp! I dated Kellyanne Conway, get me out of here
Welcome back to London Calling. How were your breaks? Did a relative get a bit too sloppy when they were knocking back bottom shelf whiskey? Did an ex text you “HNY” out of the blue at 4 a.m. on Jan....
View ArticleWhat do we mean when we say “goodbye”?
What are your memories of the class of 2015? Sure, most of you must have a few good friends graduating — as do I — but what about the others? The vague acquaintances and used-to-be friends? The...
View ArticleEmbracing a new year of old flames
As of now, I am halfway done with my degree, which is crazy. Returning to Swarthmore after my second summer is a bit strange because at this point I’ve done it all before: the bad fuck, the awkward...
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