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The better-known Sex and the Ivy chronicled my adventures as a Harvard undergrad from August 2006 to January 2008. That blog -- along with my sex life -- is in the process of being resurrected.
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For those I missed via email, I’ll be in London for five days starting this Friday. Patrick departs on Monday night, after which I will pretend to be single until I leave Thursday morning. Might make a day trip to Cambridge or Oxford as well. I’m really excited to finally set foot in England.
And yes, I know I am terribly behind on emails to just about everyone (friends, editors, travel companions — eek, readers). Catching up before I take this trip, promise.
I used to think Christine was a skinny bitch in high school.
I was walking through Borders the other day and passed a display of a book called Skinny Bitch. The title is an amazing marketing tactic because I picked it up and started reading. It’s fairly short, and more than fairly stupid as a diet book. It’s more like… surprise you fat bitch! Be a vegan! This article says my thoughts without me having to type them out. :)
http://www.salon.com/mwt/feature/2008/02/11/skinny_bitch/
You know how I know pretty much everything about weight is fucked up? I went shopping with a size 2 friend and she called herself fat and guessed that I am a size 0 (I MOSDEF AM NOT… what a laughable idea). That’s some warped thinking for you.I made a comment about “getting fatter” in jest and a friend went “You’re not fat! You and [aforementioned size 2 friend]! Keeping thinking you’re fat when you’re not!” My auto response was “I don’t think I’m fat” and right when those words came out of my mouth, I felt regret. Regret. Like I had done something wrong. Oops. Every girl is supposed to think she’s fat. Every girl DOES think she’s fat. I know SO MANY girls on diets who do not need to be. They are all thin and so darn beautiful. But none of that matters. I see girls scold each other for eating carbs, eat two bites of their meals, skip class to work out…
This isn’t any individual person’s fault. You can’t help but worry about weight and looks. You’d get made fun of like all the other fat, ugly girls you hear people talk crap about. There’s this idea we’ve been taught: nobody would find you attractive if you are fat. Nobody will want to be around you. Nobody will like you.
So what’s a girl to do? Try not to be fat of course.Some days are better than others. Truth is, days where I’d say without hesitation that I’m not fat are few and far between.
Only during the sex scene.
Well, were you naked at least?
I just had a dream that involved Jenna taking a lot of pictures of me. Okay, so that wasn’t the main part of the dream. The main part was being enrolled in a boarding school that looked eerily like Harvard. All my friends were there, dressed in colonial-looking clothing and dancing around a bonfire.
Hamlet also made a guest appearance.
I just had a dream that involved Jenna taking a lot of pictures of me. Okay, so that wasn’t the main part of the dream. The main part was being enrolled in a boarding school that looked eerily like Harvard. All my friends were there, dressed in colonial-looking clothing and dancing around a bonfire.
Hamlet also made a guest appearance.