Small Talk

Boys and Men

September 18, 2010
It is a mediocre book. The language is affected. The characters, flat. The plot, contrived. But what could be better for some light summer reading than a juicy love triangle peppered with conjugations of bibo and hymns to “good old Yale, she’s so hearty and so hale / drink her down, drink her down, drink »
Personal Essay

Cubist Portrait

February 17, 2010
I was always afraid of Cubism. It wasn’t an I-just-don’t-get-it-and-that-scares-me kind of fear, but an I-just-don’t-get-it-yet-I’m-sure-that-if-I-did-it-would-make-me-afraid kind. I was afraid of its ugliness, of its rawness. Afraid of its unsettling, destabilizing, mind-blowing potential. Afraid of knowing, afraid of not knowing. Perhaps, I was most afraid of changing the way I saw the world — from »

Every Cheese Has a Story

November 29, 2009
There is something sublime about taking a bite into the perfect grilled cheese. But it is an uneasy moment, really – caught between ecstasy and guilt, pure indulgence and pure pleasure, you know you shouldn’t, but you just must…. I have always been a glutton for this simple thrill. At home, I am the judge »
Personal Essay

Confessions of a Gossipholic

September 18, 2009
Spotted. N wandering Soho solo in heels, and doesn’t even enter Balthazar?! What is this Queen-B wannabe searching for so eagerly? I admit. I am obsessed. It all started freshman year when I went to visit my sister in New York. Having just returned from spending a semester in Ghana, where she claimed to have »
Short Feature

Up the Hill – School of Spit

November 2, 2007
Imagine pressing the rim of a five-inch vial to your mouth, pursing your lips, and letting saliva bubble forth into a test tube. For Alicia Breakey ’08, no imagination is needed. The self-identified “spit-girl,” Breakey has recently begun collecting saliva samples from the Yale debate team for her senior research project in biological anthropology. She »