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Larry Summers traded the daily grind for the bump and grind last night at his annual study break for freshmen in Annenberg Hall. But in his first hoedown since tying the knot, the University president proved to be a New man. Nearly half the Class of 2009 took a breather from their books for the chance to hobnob with the Big Man on Campus over a lavish spread of coconut cream pie, eclairs, and hot cider. But Summers, who was joined by his wife of three weeks, Professor of English Elisa New, spent less time on the dance floor this...
...don’t like to grind. Neither do I really enjoy “bumping” with boys on the dance-floor. Of course there have been more than several situations when saying no to getting down seemed impossible and when I felt forced to step in the name of love, but I won’t deny my accompanying discomfort or my subsequent disgust. Who doesn’t feel slightly embarrassed pressed up against their partner, hands stuck to a sweaty back, and onlookers watching on with slight disdain? Dancing today, if you can call...
Reasons for leaving can vary from traveling abroad to conducting research to taking a break from the Harvard grind. (Full disclosure: I received a letter along the same lines as “Time Out or Burn Out” when I got into Harvard. It was enclosed with the letter which told me I was off of Harvard’s wait list—with the caveat that I take a year off before attending. I was thrilled and grateful at the prospect of taking a year off before school, and I’m glad...
...these extremes of optimism gradually faded into the dull grind of Harvard life, they—and we—began to fade into each other. It was as if we had switched breasts. Catizone started drinking Busch Lights. Schonberger started spending most of his waking hours in Lamont, blogging and watching music videos in the Language Resource Center. Like “Joey from ‘Friends’” [1] and that chimp in the movie “Ed” (perhaps one of the greatest sports films of all time), we began...
Madonna culminates her utterly cliched “walk on the wild side” fantasy in a Matrix-slow grind session with an appropriately feisty fetishized Latino...