Greetings, readers. The Daily Grind is back and eager to start off the year with a bang! Our pencils are sharpened (yum), our erasures are fresh (double yum) – let’s get down to business.

For those of you new to the College or otherwise not in the know, the Daily Grind is the Flat Hat’s sex blog. We know sex is a thing us young folks just luuvv to talk about, so why not do it in a smart, funny, educational way?

Alright readers, let’s inhale through our noses on three: one…two…three! That’s it, get a big whiff. Smell that? Do you? It’s summer! Summer’s almost here! She’s tempting us, tugging at our elbows like a kid sister and whispering “close that textbook, shut that laptop, come pour yourself a drink and sit in the sunshine and smoke a cigarette and text your friends.” We’re so close, readers! And yet (cue overused wistful pause) so far.

There’s a lot of hype about V cards.

American Pie, 10 Things I Hate About You, Can’t Hardly Wait, blah blah blah. All of these movies give us a pretty simple formula: If you’re a guy, you should be desperate to swipe that shit ASAP and make moves to hit it at every opportunity. If you’re a girl, you should wait and hold off and then finally do it with your dream boyfriend who you are totally in love with and everything is perfect.
Does that mean it’s not OK to do it differently?
If you deviate from the formula are you a sexual failure?

Loving the responses I’ve received on my last post. I went out on a limb there, guys, and it seems to have paid off. So glad that you still love me – farts and all.

Now I have another confession to make. Don’t worry, this one’s far less TMI. But here goes: every Tuesday night, my roommate Casey Sears and I put on our pajamas, snuggle up under the covers, and watch “Rupaul’s Drag Race.”

Don’t laugh. This show is incredible!

A lot of different things can be considered sexy. Some people look at eyes, hair, boobs, packages…whatever. Personally, I really like it when a guy has really straight, white teeth. I know that not everyone is specifically out there looking for a dude who had a stellar orthodontist in fifth grade, but that’s the point. It’s hard to pinpoint what exactly is sexy because personal preferences make setting a standard almost impossible.

Example: I’ve talked to a good number of guys who don’t think Angelina Jolie is incredibly hot. I do not get this.

My name is Greg Glazier and I’m a vegetarian. I eat vegetables all the time. Raw, cooked, peeled, chopped, in a stir-fry, in a casserole – I can’t get enough! The Sadler Center salad bar and I are old friends. Sometimes I wonder if I’m just a bunch of cucumber rinds on the inside. The best present you could give me is a bag of spinach and a handful of chickpeas. Get the picture?

There’s a whole slew of reasons I could give you as to why I chose vegetarianism – political, nutritional, moral, blah blah blah – but what I really want to focus on is something quite personal.

I like to think of myself as a pretty open minded person. I like to try new things, and on the flip side, if someone else is doing something I don’t want to do, I don’t really care. So when I say this, I have one particular activity in mind: butt sex.

It’s just not something I’ve ever been very interested in. I think it’s one of those things that’s great for some people, but just isn’t for everybody.

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Last semester my schedule sucked. I had feminist theory in Morton at 9:30, then ten minutes to race over to Washington for my Thomas Hardy seminar. Ten minutes! Ten minutes to zoom across campus without looking like a crazy person! It was the worst. I always showed up to that English class huffing and puffing, windblown and a little damp under the arms.

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So in case anyone was too distracted last weekend with the beginning of midterms (I know, already), Valentine’s Day was last Sunday. Maybe you’re thinking I’m about to tell you a romantic story about a surprise date, or more likely, maybe I’ll rant about some especially freaky V-Day themed sex.

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So there’s this website called Chatroulette my roommate heard about a few weeks ago. It’s a pretty simple concept: you turn on your webcam and the site pairs you with another user. You stare at each other, wave back and forth, and type messages until one of you gets bored and clicks the “next” button.