He also had the worst taste in clothes ever, all of which was stained pink, because nobody ever told him how to separate his laundry.

Imagine my glee when I saw the announcement of her boyfriend engaged to someone ELSE!!!

Heh.

I think that learning to have to live with someone else is one of the great non-classroom lessons of college and think all first-years should have to have a roommate. That said, first-year roommate and I were very different and were never friends, but also did not have horror stories and respected each other's space. Soph year I moved from one walk-thru double to another and while friendly was never friends with either roommate, we co-existed. After that I was in singles, once in a suite with friends that turned out to be the actual worst living experience of all.

Heh.

I happened to be sitting in the Dupont Circle Starbucks when reading the paper. Dupont is a heavily gay area. When I saw the announcement and gasped out loud, the guy next to me saw what i was looking at and said "Old boyfriend?" and I said no. Then he said "Old girlfriend?"

Ah, Dupont Circle. Did I mention I once made out with a guy there? During that march on Washington after Clinton was elected....

Ah, Dupont Circle. Did I mention I once made out with a guy there?

well, where else, really?

Freshmen all lived in a dorm that set up as suites, with two rooms with a half bath barely big enough for a toilet and a small sink in between. The phone was in the half bath, so almost every time you sat down on the toilet, you ended up answering the phone and handing it in one direction or the other.

In the first suite I was in, the other three roommates all had HTHs (hometown honeys - Is that abbreviation still around?), and they spent all their spare time sitting on one bed talking about their boyfriends. The only conversations I had with my roommate was over our continued struggle over the overhead light. I was the pro-overhead light faction. Then the RA came to me and said my roommate wanted me to change rooms because she thought I was "strange." After another roommate switch, I finally ended up with a roommate with whom I was perfectly compatible, in that we rarely spoke and she could sleep through anything, which was good because the other side of the suite was party central. I'm still good friends with one of my suitemates, but I was very glad to get into a single room the next year.

I was in a dorm my freshman year, and it was previously a hotel, so the suites/rooms were pretty big. Still, big adjustment to live with four people all of a sudden. The closets were walk-in, though, and two of us moved our desks into two of them, so we had some privacy.

I liked all four girls but one, who was a little annoying but never really there. And it was NYU, right on 10th St. and Broadway, so we all spent most of our time out of the room anyway.

Adorable It Is: Baby Yoda Hat

Etsy seller demulcentarts made this cute crocheted Yoda baby hat. In her store, she also has a baby hat with the anarchist symbol, which I find deliciously subversive.

From the Etsy site: Baby Anarchy Hat

I have a friend who is a modern man. Some would call him a hipster. He rides a motorcycle and loves obscure records. His hope for his little girl was that she would grow up in his footsteps. Instead, without warning, she fell in love with the color pink and ballet. What's the guy to do?

My friend is the inspiration for this hat. The pink balances out the anarchy symbol. Plus, seeing a baby embodying any sort of political view always makes me giggle. The hat is crocheted in soft, washable acrylic and is sized for babies 3-6 months.

Since this is the first pink anarchy hat I'm selling, I'm offering a discounted price in the hopes that whoever purchases it would email some photos of their baby in it (for use on etsy only.) I'm not a mom yet, and my friends who are in the baby process haven't given birth yet, so baby models are a little hard to come by.

You mean Felicity's impossibly large dorm room was for real?