When I was a wee little frosh just starting out in the journalism school and at The Post, I wanted to write about anything and everything, but the main object of my affection was this column, which was headed by Steph Doan and Alex Bill. Now, more than a year and a half later, I really feel like I’ve gotten used to writing about all the weird, wonderful — sometimes hysterical — things you guys send in.
Writing this column is not only the highlight of my week, but has spilled over to my personal life, as I routinely comfort crying girls in bars and sit with my friends for hours analyzing texts from guys. And I love it. Truly. I’m that pathetic.
I like to think of everyone reading this as my friend (unless you’re Ian. I hate that guy.) And because of that, I want you to take a few things, if any, from having read this column. No. 1 being, put yourself first. If you don’t, no one will. No. 2, communication is key. Duh. And No. 3, wrap it before you tap it because children are the effing worst.
This is our last BedPost of the year, as I’m off to New York to hopefully get way more action than I do here. But don’t worry, like herpes and James Franco, we’ll be back when you least expect us (Week 1 of Fall Semester).
Kristin is a junior studying journalism and the culture editor of The Post.
Sex doesn’t stop. It’s a powerful force that can crush anything in its path. It’s infinite. Sex is forever. Like Spring Break. Forevah.
However, what does stop is the printing of The Post in the summer, and with it, the publication of BedPost for four desolate months.
I’ve thoroughly enjoyed improving my fellow Bobcats’ sex lives this year. I think it’s undeniable I’ve been one of the most profound positive influences on dozens of people’s lives through my eloquently typed columns. The good news is, you have another 30 installments to look forward to when we all get back to Athens.
I hope you all can get by in the hot months without my insightful advice and expertise. I don’t have much confidence, but I think you all can at least survive. Maybe.
So take care with your private parts during your internships, kids. You won’t have the safety net of this column, and you’ll need to amp up your concern accordingly.
This has all been dedicated to the love of my life, Linda Belcher.
Ian is a junior studying journalism and slot editor for The Post.
