Author Archives: Natalie Krinsky

Last week two important political events gripped the attention of our nation. The first was President Bush’s State of the Union address. In it, he told the American people that “our nation is at war, our economy is in recession and the civilized world faces unprecedented dangers. Yet the state of our Union has never »

Last Saturday, I rounded up a group of my nearest and dearest and headed to TK’s for a long afternoon filled with Miller Light, honey-barbecue wings and, of course, college football. At about my ninth beer, 23rd wing and second game of the day, I began to get a little sentimental, which of course had »

Earlier this week, President Bush addressed the nation on the State of the Union. He began his speech by telling Americans, “Every year, by law and by custom, we meet here to consider the state of the union. This year, we gather in this chamber deeply aware of decisive days that lie ahead.” Wise words »

Ever since I started writing this column, people assume that I am a seasoned expert in a variety of things that I know nothing about. I have been pegged as an authority, a veritable Confucius of fornication. So when the good folks at the Yale Daily News asked me to write about sex and food »

Several weeks ago, a dear friend of mine was putting the moves on a new jenny from the block. He was psyched. The two had been eyeing one another for weeks, and finally, he was about to get the apple of his eye into a very compromising position. Living off campus, he led her into »

My freshman year, I lived on a floor below a group of senior boys. To my untrained freshman eye they seemed perfect. They were decently handsome, decently smart and decently funny, and my suite worshiped them. Early in the year, one in particular caught my attention. He was cuddly like a teddy bear, and we »

This summer my friend Amanda got a new boyfriend. Whenever Amanda gets a new boyfriend, they make out everywhere. Anywhere and Everywhere — that’s her policy, part of her very own “if you want to date me” initiation process. Then again, the rest of the world gets initiated right along with the newest pledge, and »

“I have a huge single unit.” “What?” “My room,” Greg repeated, “it’s a HUGE unit.” I am on a date with Greg Yolen ’04 and you better believe that he has a huge unit. When this whole “date” idea was proposed to me by my editors, I figured that Greg and I had, week in »

One morning this summer I was getting ready for work, listening to the radio as always. The “Star and Buckwild” show on Hot 97 can be a surprising source of interesting information. As usual, I was not disappointed. This particularly steamy July day was the perfect time for a report on a most odd news »

I went to 17 classes today. It was the most atrocious experience of my entire life (barring of course, all of freshman year). Welcome to shopping period. No one, it seems has any kind of pity for me, because EVERYONE is going through the exact same thing. “The Creation of the American Politician.” “Conservation Biology.” »

Dearest incoming freshmen: I have been called upon, as the resident sexpert at the Yale Daily News, to bestow upon you some of my sexy wisdom, to show you — or rather, tell you — how we do it, when we do it and how often we do it here in the Elm City. You »

Graduates: you have spent 1,460 days of your lives as college students. You have dropped an average of $900 on alcohol per year. (Who knew basement pong was so expensive?) You have spent 1,040 hours studying and at least half of those hours have been spent staring blankly at your computer screen. You have consumed »