Meet the closest thing I have to a significant other: my Verizon Motorola RAZR. He’s my most trusted companion and way better than a boyfriend. He’s always there when I need him; plus, he does whatever I say. We’ve been together for three years now. Before that I had an AT&T Samsung, but he was an asshole and always dropped my calls. Our generation has a technological addiction; we are in love with our phones. We can’t go a single day without them, and they always have to be at hand. I don’t know about you, but every time I…

There’s just something about the brutal arctic air and gray overcast of mid-winter that wreaks havoc in “coupledom.” Breakups, fights, etc., all seem to emerge during the winter recess, resulting in many heartbroken singles moping around campus like sad little Charlie Browns. Being single this year, I relished in the fact that I’d be free from the relationship drama … or so I thought. This winter break I found myself in the driver’s seat of my Jeep Liberty, taking my passenger on a long, slow ride, jam-packed with pointless bickering, crying and exaggerated hand motions. The ride ended with an…

In an age when being healthy is considered cool, Binghamton University is sitting at the loser table of the college community. Its fitness center sticks out like a rolly backpack in a high school hallway. Not only is it inefficient (think about the freshman struggling to pull it up the crowded stairs), but it’s also downright embarrassing. I’ll hand it to BU for having some killer wellness and fitness classes, like Nutrition and Intro to African Dance (yes, it’s really a class.) I’ll even go so far as to say the dining halls are OK. The fruit may be overripe,…

This October I am faced with a question packed with moral anguish and ethical consequence: to wear, or not wear, an outrageously slutty costume this Halloween. Never before having given in to this yearly female rite, this year I find myself actually considering the cliche move. My best friend is teeming with excitement over the possibility of bringing out the “Halloween hooker” in me. Was Mean Girl Cady Heron right when she said, “Halloween is the one night a year when girls can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it”? My schooling as…