Writing at Wesleyan
Waking up in a strange bed, looking around, realizing that I am not in my element. It’s 5:45 a.m. At home, I would leap out of bed (okay, maybe not leap), make myself a cup of chaga elixir or some kombucha tea, eat some breakfast, then head to the gym. Here, I am restless. Nothing starts until eight – late for me, early for others. Everyone around me is a stranger and, yet, somehow, we’re all the same. Writers: A strange and varied set of people who are inextricably link


Margaret Cho
Margaret Cho is hysterical and, yet, if I’m really honest about it, the Greenwich, Connecticut good girl who is still locked inside of me feels a little uncomfortable when watching this comedian push the proverbial envelope. http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=Margaret+Cho+Threeways&view=detail&&&mid=89D6853851E76708788189D6853851E767087881&rvsmid=74009A609635814ADA8474009A609635814ADA84&fsscr=0 Don’t get me wrong, I fucking love her stand-up (and, yes, I am risqué enough to