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.
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Theatre Intime’s production of Sam Sheperd’s Buried Child expertly conveys the balance of terror and humor in the life of a family struggling with a secret. Doug Lavanture ’08, directs a production in which every detail of the family’s life … Read More
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I like most bikes in this world, especially my friend Jenn Ruskey’s. Hers is green and quite stylish and still works after two years. Most bikes are a-okay. But in my two and one-twenty fourth years at Princeton I have … Read More
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Cormac McCarthy has established himself as one of the great American authors of the 20th century. His magnificent Border Trilogy, comprised of All the Pretty Horses, The Crossing, and Cities on the Plain, told the hardscrabble yet ethereal tale of … Read More
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Princeton needs a Princeton Studies Department. It can start simple: maybe with just PRS 346/AMS 346 “Princeton Through History,” covering the British soldiers hiding in Nassau Hall through Einstein’s residency. I think this would really help me understand the rich … Read More
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Dear Readers,
As we all know, for many years the Daily Princetonian has wallowed in a sea somewhere below mediocrity. Whether book reports masquerading as cultural reviews, Captain Obvious news articles pretending to be incisive, or just plain bad writing, we can always count on our favorite daily to drop the ball.
For a kid with a fear of the dark, public bathrooms, flying, and dying alone, I embarked intrepidly on a transatlantic cruise that mirrored the intended route of the ill-fated Titanic of 1912 from port at Southampton to New York … Read More
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There is one thing that sets Princeton University apart from all the other institutions I have spent time at. It is the irrational tendency on the part of my fellow students to go where the food is.
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When the Twin Towers fell, George Bush and his folks wasted very little time (give or take seven minutes reading a children’s book) in deciding that this act of seemingly unimaginable violence needed resolve and force, and that showing strength … Read More
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“I’m a very visual person, I have a very visual understanding of the world; but I couldn’t have imagined what Princeton would look like as a campus, and I couldn’t have imagined what the people would look like,” says Jacob … Read More
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1) Whatever ancient crime forever embittered the staff of Thai Village.
2) The Princeton Tiger’s obsession with third floor bicker. You guys are in Tower, assholes.
3) People who, when you tell them that snot tastes better than earwax, say “Yuck” and pretend they’ve tasted neither.
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Mardi Gras never defined my image of New Orleans. To me Mardi Gras was a cliché that was not quite rooted in a city so steeped in two things above all else: food and jazz. Mardi Gras was to New Orleans like a Carnivale mask, worn on one night and then discarded.
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