Sitting Down With Sex Items

What do the banana and condom have to say. In honor of sex week, The Indy took the liberty of interviewing a pair that’s been around the block. (The sex block. As if we’d talk about any other kind.) I sat down in Boloco with a big, hot burrito and veteran sex-ed instructors Banana and Condom to get their take on all things awkward and latex. Lauren Covalucci: Thanks for meeting up! I’m curious: how did you get involved in sex education? Banana: Growing up I never saw myself in sex work. But when I started getting ripe I looked …






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For Those About to Rush (We Salute You)

BY LAUREN COVALUCCI #whyimnotanchored in 800 words I love rush week. I have three roommates, and every night, all at once, we would scramble to the mirror to fix our makeup (at our double sink — thanks, Pfoho!) and chat about prospective sisters. Then they left and I had the room to myself for a couple hours, which was also pretty great. I’ve never rushed, I’m not affiliated, but I do occasionally pose with those stupid sorority hand gestures because I’m a rebel and want to stick it to the man. On Harvard’s campus, Greek life tends to be one …






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They Tried to Make Me Go to Kneehab

BY LAUREN COVALUCCI (So I went.) “Your hip abductors are very weak.” “What?” “These muscles up here.” She poked hard at a muscle group near my glutes. “I’d expect to see a lot more strength here. You need to work on that.” On the examination table in the physical therapy center of HUHS, I thought back to the hour-and-a-half long dance classes I took four days a week in high school. The ones that made me want to drop down dead but also gave me the legs of a ballerina. Well, ballerino—I bulked up a bit. But even a woman …






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Empathizing

BY LAUREN COVALUCCI Why Emerson 310 is the place to be. I’m sitting at a massive wooden table, which is still glossy despite many spilled cups of coffee and generations’ worth of note taking. I’ve managed to maneuver my clunky chair into a relatively comfortable position, but my left foot still wants to fall asleep. The windows to my back are open to the sun, and the window to my right faces a tree that most likely feels ill-used as the subject of countless explanatory examples (philosophers love their trees). If we’re lucky, there are construction workers deafeningly attacking a …






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New Notes on the Same Spiel

BY LAUREN COVALUCCI A serious revelation on student leadership on campus. When I’m not writing groundbreaking op-eds for the Independent, I’m performing and choreographing for two on-campus dance companies. When I’m not doing that, I’m running their publicity, and have been a publicity officer for two years. And after two years of waking up thirty grumpy people at 6:45 a.m. over the course of two weeks so that we can fight other organizations over who gets to hang their piece of paper in a better place than the other pieces of paper, you’d think I’d know what I was doing …






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