Kristin writes her final column and says thanks to readers. The new female columnist will be announced on Post Oral on Thursday.
Welp, here we are. It’s the beginning of December, the end of 2014 and I am getting the hell out of Ohio University.
As happy I as I am to never have to sit through a class that has nothing to do with my major or stay up all week for finals again, I will miss hot nuts, my friends and this column.
I’ve been writing this column for nearly two years, by myself for a semester and with my good friend and co-columnist, Ian, for a year and a half. I took the column over from the amazing Steph Doan, and am following in her footsteps by leaving a semester early from school, which I can only hope will make me half as cool as she is.
I’ve had a blasty-blast writing this column for half of my college career. It’s been a serious stress reliever, a way to get out all of my puns, allowed me to write about something I love and made me a crowd favorite amongst lovelorn ladies in bar bathrooms.
The Post’s editor-in-chief, and my dear friend of four years, Jim Ryan, recently pointed my attention to an article which said college and student-run papers are quickly losing their sex columns. BedPost, I’m happy to say is not going anywhere, at least I don’t think so and I am sure Ian would fight tooth and nail for it to stay. In a campus divided by politics about sex, it’s so important to have at least one place where people can talk about sex and relationships in a humorous and non-shamey place. Looking at you, Yik Yak.
So, that’s why I wrote this thing. Sex is fun, relationships can be fun and I want everyone to feel empowered and excited to talk about them with their friends, their peers, their dogs and their partners. I have some weird pipe dream that this will solve the world’s problems … can’t hurt, right?
Thanks for letting me write this. Thanks for listening to our podcast (which I’m hoping to appear on a few times next semester). Thanks for those who message me and Ian nice things and mean things. Thanks for the memz.
Be nice to each other. Go Bobcats. See you on the flip side.
Kristin Salaky is a senior studying journalism and a slot editor at The Post.
--
I wish I had some blowout final column to write here, but it wouldn’t make much sense as I’m coming back next semester to keep telling you how to have sex.
Instead, I’d like to take this meager space on page three or five or wherever this shows up to thank the lovely Kristin Salaky for letting me do this.
I’ve said it before, but this column and our podcast, PostOral, have been the most fun things I’ve done at this paper and, by extension, at this university.
If you went back to high school senior Ian and told him he’d be writing and talking about butt stuff and scissoring at a top collegiate newspaper, he’d be skeptical but highly amenable to the idea. This column has been a weekly delight the past year and a half and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
And I don’t have to trade it just yet. Next semester, I’ll be the grisled sex vet and we’ll be bringing in a new columnist and podcast co-host who will be made known to you on the show this week. Tune in to Thursday’s episode to find out who it is. Don’t die of anticipation.
But I’ve never really expressed my extreme gratitude to my partner in crime for giving me the chance to do something more fun than you can imagine and maybe help some Bobcats along the way.
So thank you, Kristin. I wouldn’t be doing this if it weren’t for you, and it won’t be the same without you. I hope the rest of our sexually educated readership will join me in wishing you the absolute best in the real world and more sex than you can handle.
I teared up when I wrote this. Next semester will still be great, but that Kristin magic won’t be there.
Love ya Slaks.
Butts as plates.
Ian Ording is a senior studying journalism and Copy Chief of The Post.
