The new frontier of contraception is all about men. Of course, it makes more sense to take the bullets out of the gun than to wear a bulletproof vest — and with current options, women are playing Russian roulette.

The following column consists of nothing but banalities and futile musings from a freshman who is three weeks away from completing his first year of college.But most of you have been here before, so allow me to opine.

After publishing our first little number on grinding. — we’ve reevaluated how we stand on this mating ritual: to the front, to the back and to the side.

I used to think hard work was like working at a restaurant: if I put in enough hours, I would receive what I want. High school was pretty much the same story. I would work hard and cash my efforts in for a handful of As at the end of every semester. But college is different.

Around 1 a.m. last Tuesday, a blog monitoring public spots to hear the oral arguments (that I had been refreshing for hours) reported that there were still spots available. I immediately decided to travel to the capital.

Beneath the corny Undergraduate Assembly election posters adorned with shameless rhyme schemes — “Sex Under The Button, Vote for Abe Sutton” … umm — that we saw last week, student government may actually be the outlet for our grievances.

When student input in selecting the commencement speaker is nothing more than a dog and pony show, administrators run the risk of backlash.

This Wednesday, on the 100th anniversary of RMS Titanic’s maiden voyage, you can get your multi-dimensional Rose DeWitt and Jack Dawson on. You can yell at Rose to move over because there’s totally enough room on that piece of wood for the two of them.

In our digitized, connected world, we’re quick to judge those who lunch like Liz — by themselves.

I heard with some consternation that the selection of Geoffrey Canada as commencement speaker was met with some surprise and not a small amount of disappointment on campus. “Who’s that?” seemed to be a common refrain. The man Michelle Obama calls her “personal hero,” the man Mayor Bloomberg hails as “the greatest living New Yorker”?

If you witness a heart attack, you just have to do two simple things. First, call 911. Then, push hard and fast in the middle of the person’s chest.

Home is comfortable and secure — the easy option.But choosing what’s easy can be scary in its own right. If New York is too foreign, San Jose almost feels too familiar.

It’s been almost a year since I, along with other regular decision applicants, got into Penn. Even though March 30, 2011 seems like a while ago, I try to remind myself how fortunate I am to be at Penn.

My Seussical reawakening began when I went to see the new film adaptation of the 1971 classic The Lorax.

Candidates should be judged for how well we think they’ll handle the unpredictable

FOMO, or the fear of missing out, refers to the social anxiety students may feel from missing an event, falling behind or tumbling into social bankruptcy.

Trayvon Martin is not dead — his memory is giving life to a powerful movement. And in his spirit, I’m asking this community to join the Million Hoodie March today at 5 p.m. in front of Du Bois College House as we march toward Love Park in protest.