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Both of my parents are Nobel Laureates, so what?

Both of my parents aren't Nobel Laureates, but Jan Myrdal's parents are. Unbelievable. I can't imagine the pressure of having two Laureates as parents, how could you match that? According to the Wikipedia article, he dropped out of high school to become a writer. I would like to read about one of his autobiographies or 'i-books' as he calls them to learn more about his life. He seems to have accomplished a lot and made a name for himself even if he hasn't won a Nobel Peace Prize or received a GED.

Does Harvard put laxatives in my food?

I am under the impression that Harvard places laxative in my food. I feel this may just be a rumor so I decided to ask the Executive Mayer of HUDS, Ted Director, about the situation by posing the question as a comment to his most recent post on the HUDS blog. Although Harvard students have been criticized for being politically apathetic recently, they were quick to protest price cuts in the dining hall that resulted in a reduction of food options and the replacement of key ingredients with cheap substitutes (for example, replacing white meat chicken with dark meat chicken and removing multi-grain pasta from the pasta bar). However, I feel HUDS has done a pretty good job of addressing student concerns and the blog Ted maintains is a great way for HUDS to continue to address student concerns and questions. Speaking of which, are there laxatives in my food? If so, well, they might not be powerful enough... Hopefully Ted will give me the real deal details and I can make an update soon. Happy times in naa na naa naa boo boo land until then!

Vagina Games I

I played with my vagina today. I was on my computer working on an assignment when my clitoris just started feeling happy all of a sudden. Not like I was on the brink of sexual orgasm, but just happy as if I had been gently massaging it with lilac scented lube for a few minutes. I was pretty bored with work, so I took a break to check things out. I carry a little pocket mirror with me in my back pocket and I wanted to see what's going on.

Side note: one of the worst things about clitorises is that you can't see the stupid things. I just want to look at it sometimes, you know? Guys get to see their schlongs and balls all the time but I can't see my vag? That is whack. I can't wait until there is a surgery that allows you to remove and replace the vagina just so you can see it and play with it more.

So I took off my panties and my pants and held the mirror below my clitoris with one hand while I gently squeezed it, moving my fingers back and forth over and over until I started to get shivers down my spine and my body started to shake. Then I stopped what I was doing