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Rebecca Wolff


Mulan, Mushu, and the Movie Theater

I miss sitting next to total strangers, a pal or even a hot date, and watching scenes unfold on the big screen as I slurp down a large Diet Coke and, on special occasions, a pack of Red Vines.


Bex with a Hex

Yes, my name is Rebecca, but friends call me Bex, and I’m pretty sure I’ve got a hex, but I’m also not alone.


Miami at home: Puzzled in Petaluma

  Are 20-year-olds allowed to call people old friends yet? If so, Tommy is an old friend.  It was 2014, my freshman year of high school. Pink braces, plaid flats, side bangs and an unreasonable amount of confidence were the most notable things about me during this time. Skinny jeans, too much cologne, black vans and weed were the things most notable about Tommy during the same time. 


Treating Every Dinner like a Themed Party for a Week

Don’t let all of your beautiful going out clothes waste away in your closet. Quarantine sucks, but eating chicken with your family is way less annoying when you look fly. Give yourself any excuse to look dope during this time, because it made me feel a whole lot better than I did when I was chilling in my sweatpants all day. 




Our news editor and opinion editor consider whether or not Mr. Big was even worth wondering about.

And I couldn’t help but wonder: were Carrie and Big toxic, or just passionate?

News Editor Tim Carlin and Opinion Editor Rebecca Wolff discuss their thoughts on Carrie and Big’s relationship in Sex and the City. This conversation was edited for clarity.  Tim: So why are we on the phone today? Rebecca: We are discussing whether or not Carrie and Big’s relationship in Sex and the City deserves to be the central relationship ... because it was toxic.


Grind Guilt in Quarantine

Quarantine has exposed the toxic cracks in the fitness and diet culture. Problems with body image and eater's remorse in those who take the health grind seriously has become an entire movement on social media in the past few weeks.



On my honor I will try … to serve capitalism?

Tagalongs, Thin Mints, Samoas, Shortbread. Need I go on? I don’t think I do, because you already know I’m talking about the sensational and seasonal treats that grace our cabinets in the springtime.  That’s right; Girl Scout Cookies.