Author Archives: Hilary Faxon

It’s no secret that sex and yoga have a mutually beneficial relationship: take a stroll through the bookstore or Urban Outfitters and you’ll find your fair share of tantric sex how-tos. As a seven-year practitioner who’s absolutely phenomenal in bed, I can confirm the connection. My advice: for best results, you want your energy on »

Ah, FOOT: sleeping out, carboloading, endless rain, games designed to maim, that hot poobah my first year … During term time, FOOT is pretty much just a rad group of folks who get together every once in a while and do the types of things their classmates think are a little nuts. But each August, »

Most of us don’t have fond memories of middle school. Certainly not me: the retainers, the training bra that refused to “train” my pectoral muscles into breasts and — wait for it — the purple titanium leg brace. To say nothing of the social traumas, like the time my mean AIM gossip was printed out »

When the lights come up on an eerily-lit Anne Frank marionette dictating from her diary on a bare stage, we knows we’re in trouble. What kind of perverse mind would dream up this utterly creepy creature? The answer appears in the next scene and will dominate the show — Sid Silver (played by Mandy Patinkin »

We were an odd couple. As a child, I was allergic to peanuts, carrying double EpiPens in a purple fanny pack to ward off anaphylactic shock. At age seven, I attended five months of counseling to quell my attacks — whenever he came in the room I found myself nervous, short of breath, petrified that »

There’s a ton of Yale theater going up this weekend, and it’s not your typical tried-and-true classics. In the next few days, audiences will witness two modern works by some of the most edgy and interesting artists out there, including David Mamet’s “Romance” and Neil LaBute’s “Bash: Latter-Day Plays.” For those of you not up »

Tom Stoppard takes a lot of flak among some theater critics for having all of the words and none of the heart. That said, he also writes dialogue that makes theater studies majors want to kill themselves, gets Tony Awards showered upon him, and last year made it into Time Magazine’s 100 most influential people »

Like your typical high-schooler, Tessa Williams ’10 read “Catcher in the Rye” in English class. Like your typical nerd, she loved it. But unlike the typical passive reader, Williams chose to expand upon the literary classic by developing her fascination for one of the novel’s unseen fringe characters, Jane Gallagher, into an original play. The »

A play with less than 10 pages of dialogue that lasts 25 minutes. It may seem like a recipe for disaster, but the original performance of “The Bed” at the Caffe Cino in Greenwich Village was one of the most popular of the era. This may have something to do with the fact that the »

Viewing extreme disability produces in most people an intense discomfort. Juvenile joking about “retards” is a symptom of a deep anxiety about those who seem different. Maturity does not usually cure the underlying sense of repulsion and shame — when we see a deformed, crippled or mentally handicapped individual on the street, we tend to »

Gag me with an extra bulky Smitten If you’re feeling lonely on V-day, take comfort: a lot of couples are really gross. So gross, in fact, that it even screws up their style (gasp!). You may not feel like a fashionista in your sweats, aimlessly surfing Facebook for prospects, but you’re a whole lot better »

Men in tight pants are all well and good, but we all know why we watch the Super Bowl — the ads. Here’s what we can’t stop youtubing: It’s all about Beer What would a Super Bowl be without beer … commercials? Bud Light may be my new drink of choice for convincing Conan O’Brien »