Are you sick of me yet? Do you think I am completely boring, snobby, and awful? Did you realize reading the Nass last week that I fit almost every one of Katie McCulloch’s douchebag criteria? Are you frustrated after going … Read More
I think I’ve finally got the screwball logic of our commander-n-thief figured out. G-dub’s advisors actually got it together and read something – in print! Unfortunately for us it was George Orwell’s classic, 1984. On page four (of my paperback … Read More
Religious liberty might be supposed to mean that everybody is free to discuss religion. In practice it means that hardly anybody is allowed to mention it.” – G.K. Chesterton
I first met Mike a year and a half years ago, in the month following my high school graduation. I was spending the summer in Manhattan and, for the first time in my life, my youth didn’t feel burdensome or constricting; I no longer wanted to be just a little bit older. I was studying Jewish texts during the day, and puzzling out the ancient Hebrew and Aramaic felt intellectually challenging and spiritually exciting in a way that my overcrowded public high school classes never had.
If I had five kopecks for every time an American friend has asked me about Russia’s take on Obama and the election, I’d have a hell of a lot of kopecks (but I’d still be poor – thanks, world economy!).
On Saturday December 6th, Chicago Bulls player Derrick Rose initiated a particular form of public protest and solidarity when he wore a shirt emblazoned with the phrase “I CAN’T BREATHE” before the Bulls’ game against the Golden State Warriors.
On Monday, November 29, the science community was all abuzz about a big announcement from NASA. That announcement? That they would announce something later that week.
Last Monday night, a sassy redhead wearing cat-eye glasses and glitter-and-fishnet stockings took the stage of McCosh 10 to give a talk about sex. While her appearance foreshadowed a Harper’s Bazaar-esque talk on steamy sex tips, Lauren Winner came to Princeton courtesy of a range of student groups from the Anscombe Society to University Health Services to speak about Real Sex, her recent book about…keep your pants on: chastity. Even stranger, this hired-gun-for-clean-living skirted one key issue: chastity.
Apart from her unique stage presence, Winner’s triumph as a Christian speaker seems to come from the life experiences under her belt: born of a Jewish father and a lapsed Southern Baptist mother, Winner entered Columbia University a practicing Jew from the South. She graduated an “evangelical Episcopalian,” with a pit-stop conversion to Orthodox Judaism along the way. This inspired her first Christian bestseller, Girl Meets God, a memoir about the experience. Winner’s second memoir, Real Sex: The naked truth about chastity, is a semi-academic exposition about abstinence, retelling to Christian audiences her life story as—you guessed it—a skank.
