“The Connecticut Industrial School for Friendless Girls was opened June 20, 1870, in the presence of a large number of persons interested in the humane institutions of the State.”
The weather is teasing us. For a (cold) second, it felt like fall was coming. The air was crisp, the breeze was cool, and suddenly it became necessary to don the kind of chunky sweater that goes best with a steaming mug of apple cider and a yard full of crunchy leaves.
On a warm afternoon in early September, about 50 students gathered in a leafy backyard on Home Avenue. Sitting in a loose circle, the students listened as a barefoot Will Curran-Groome ’14 and a long-haired Scott Zimmer ’14 gave a brief introduction of the Local Co-op to those not yet in the know.
Most bloggers treat their blog as an online journal. Others use it to communicate with others about their pregnancy, eating habits, or their last trip to Spain. Claire Potter, professor of History and American Studies, has a different approach.
A few days ago, I posted on Wesleying that I was accepting questions for my last column of the year. My favorite question was the one that got me thinking about, of all things, pubic hair.
As a woman, and especially as one who coos over baby shoes and browses babynames.com when she’s bored, abortion has always been a difficult personal subject for me.
When I talk to my friends about sex (which, as a relatively liberal 19-year-old girl, I do a lot) I am often surprised by how often they say they encounter some kind of discomfort or pain.
To me, “The Morning After Pill” has always sounded like it should be some sort of miracle hang-over medication—pop one and alcohol-induced headaches, vomiting, and memory lapses disappear.
I woke up with the kind of singular, dreaded discomfort of uncontrollable itchiness that so many women (and a small percentage of men) know well—the itchiness of a yeast infection.