It was while lying on a white, linen-covered aesthetician's table on State Street last Thursday when I realized that Santa Barbara was no longer the place for me. For the three years I had gone to sch...
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You spend your entire life waiting for it. Screw the bar mitzvah. Fuck graduation. The single milestone of life that actually matters hit me two weeks ago - and the difference between life then and li...
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There is no place on earth that has perfected the art of the booty call like Isla Vista has. On any given Friday night, bedrooms all over town are cashing in on the "Drink, dial, do me" dance that has...
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I was never an athlete in high school. I did, however, secretly want to join the girl's lacrosse team - solely because they got to wear plaid skirts that I totally would've rocked on a regular day, a ...
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And so the countdown to Spring Break begins. Off to Cancun? Costa Rica? Cabo? Well, bon voyage, my travel-happy friends -- I'm jealous of you. That is, unless, you're going on said fabulous vacation w...
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You know that awful half-hour period when a party's just getting started: Everyone's standing around the living room with their first beers of the night, awkwardly exchanging names, years and majors w...
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On any given weekend, Isla Vista is dotted with some of the best themed parties I've ever encountered. From glitzy cocktail soirees to grungy rock star bashes, UCSB tops the list when it comes to goin...
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After more than a year of resisting the stubborn phenomenon that plowed its way from the depths of Australia to the shoe racks of ladies and adventurous men all over the world, I finally caved in: Ove...
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While many students are sitting in lecture halls or the library learning about philosophical truths, mathematical equations and the like, a group of students stands in the wings of the Hatlen Theater ...
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Cosmopolitan. Sex on the Beach. Tequila Sunrise. I don't know about you, but images of bar-hopping, slinky-dress-wearing temptresses and tan Hawaiian Tropics models sunning on the sands of Cancun fill...
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Few companies truly perfect the delicate balance between classical ballet and modern dance. Somehow the San Francisco-based Alonzo King's LINES Ballet accomplishes just that with enough elegance, conv...
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A side of Isla Vista exists that a select few of us see - a dark and gritty underground beneath the sunny skies and sandy beaches we lovingly call our home. Cunning, invisible and inviting, it isn't d...
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The ancient Chinese had foot binding and we have Brazilian bikini waxes. It's not a revolutionary concept - people will go to extreme lengths for the sake of being beautiful. Beauty is power in many s...
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When your life here feels worlds away from life back home, issues of identity inevitably come into play as the struggle to balance the two becomes increasingly necessary to sustain sanity. But though ...
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People from back home sometimes ask me what it's like being a minority in a community that is dominated by white people. I usually smile sweetly and respond, "I don't see race. It's just not an issue ...
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“dusty rusty crusty musty ass california hills”
“frowning in plaid (haunted radios, bird bones + anthropomorphized wind)”
“warming my hands on bridges i’ve burnt”
“songs that make me see god”
“My Playlist #236”
“classy wine moment and intellectual conversation”
“90s heroin chic model off duty”
“tweet tweet bird emoji map emoji”
“not my circus, not my monkeys”
“a grave is probably cheaper than an apartment”
“ATE THESE BITCHES LEFT NO CRUMBS / DID IT IN DESIGNER PUMPS”
