A Marshmallow for Robert
I’ve always had a fear of college cafeterias. That whole walking around with a tray thing, trying to figure out where to sit, hoping you won’t…
The Empire Strikes Back
On the occasion of yet another afternoon’s humiliation suffered at the hands of Temple University, the anthropologist in me feels compelled to offer a few remarks…
Date #6
Date #6 isn’t a date. He’s not terribly keen on my “anthropological experiment” (I’ve warned all would-be suitors on Match.com) and I can’t say that I…
