I may not be the best person to write about marriage. The thought of being officially committed to someone for the rest of my life makes me want to crawl out of my skin and I don’t think I’ll ever get married. Not because I’ve never been in love (although I haven’t), but because the institution of marriage horrifies me.
Posts published in “Sex and the Smithie”
Covid drastically changed the way we date. Bella Levavi’s house of Smithies in Hadley made a pod around the people they date. She interviewed the…
You don’t want to run into past hookups nightly while brushing your teeth or make uncomfortable small talk while waiting for your laundry and you most certainly don’t want to see, or God forbid hear, your ex’s current hookups. So why, in my sophomore year, did I break that cardinal rule?
Yesterday morning, I woke up smiling at a text from my ex, “I had a dream I made the biggest loaf of banana bread last…
I open my Tinder and scroll through matches, looking for one of my oldest ones. I finally reach my ex from over a year ago.…
Spring has finally arrived in the 413. Coincidentally, it has also arrived in the 603 where my friend Ryan is at Dartmouth. She and I exchange letters every now and then, discussing weird elitist traditions of the east coast, physics, relationships and sex.
We all know Smithies, and we agree we’re all wonderful people. We code apps, crank out theses and post about our angst on social media. We go on to be activists, artists and leaders, and yet, we’re clueless on how to maintain healthy social lives — especially romantic relationships.