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University Sex Columns, Reviewed: Unexpected Butt Boner Edition

The battle for ideological dominance in our nation’s capital’s collegiate sex columns continues. Are our local campus columnists on the forefront of radical sex writing, or are they bringing back the good old days of blaming girls for getting unexpected boners rubbed on their butts?

This week: How to get laid without anyone knowing you got laid; sympathy for Rihanna is running out; butt boners!

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Radio Station Promotion Promises Rihanna and Chris Brown “Together Again”

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Do you wish that Rihanna and Chris Brown would put aside their differences and resume their abusive relationship already? No? Then you’ll hate WPGC’s newest concert promotion!

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Pick-Up Lines Not to Use In Court

Sure, the hallway of domestic violence courtrooms at D.C. Superior Court sounds like a great place to pick up women. They’re bored. They’re probably on the rebound. And their ex-boyfriend is court-ordered to stay far, far away from your sweet moves. But somehow, the men I’ve witnessed hitting on chicks in Superior have not had much luck leering and hollering inside the courthouse.

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Want Her to Stay Away? You’ll Have to Find Her First.

In popular culture— okay, in Law & Order—domestic violence cases tend to follow a familiar script: Man threatens woman and possibly children. Woman fights back in court.

In Erik P. Christian’s courtroom today, the boilerplate plot is reversed for two men. Reginald and Brian both want to make sure that their ex-girlfriends stay 100 feet away from them at all times. The women, however, are no-shows for the courtroom drama. That’s another thing they don’t tell you on Law & Order: The hardest battle is getting the defendant to show up.

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“Don’t Drop the Soap! Don’t Drop the Soap!”

Melvin Brown didn’t know that she had another man. Brown had been fooling around with the woman for a little while when he found out about her relationship with Scott Young. Once Brown got to know Young, he decided that no woman was worth the hassle. Besides, Brown had other problems to deal with—he had a girlfriend of his own, and she wasn’t too happy about his girl on the side, either.

Even after the woman was out of the picture, and Brown began patching things up with his own girlfriend, Brown and Young kept on fighting. Both men have been in and out of Erik P. Christian’s courtroom for the past year on various assault charges and protection orders in relation to the mess. Once, Young rode past Brown’s house and threatened him with a gun. It ended up being a fake—a cap gun Young borrowed from his son—but Brown didn’t know that at the time. Today, Young is in court for another schoolyard-appropriate threat: taunting Brown about prison rape.

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Chris Brown Wedding Video: Unbearable Cuteness With a Side of Domestic Abuse

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So, the cutest viral wedding video of the moment—dare you not to cry!—is this wedding entrance dance staged to Chris Brown’s “Forever.” Goddamnit!

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Sexist Comments of the Week: NIMBY Edition

Eckington and surrounding neighborhoods are all atwitter over “The Dog Ate My Domestic Violence Shelter,” a collection of the neighborhood’s common arguments against domestic violence shelters (photo unrelated). Ready for even more arguments against domestic violence shelters? The Sexist comments of the week are after the jump:

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The Dog Ate My Domestic Violence Shelter


Yays and Nabes: Behind Ward 5’s calm exteriors, furious typing about future developments.

It’s always tricky to rail against a domestic violence shelter without coming off like an asshole.

So residents of Ward 5 have to watch out. Many really don’t want a proposed transitional housing project for women and children slated to open in the Eckington neighborhood next spring. The plan, as championed by the District Alliance for Safe Housing (DASH), foresees partially subsidized apartment-style digs to help victims of domestic violence transition back into community life. If NIMBYs hate anything, it’s transitions. Though concerns about drug abuse and crime prevention overwhelm the debate, most residents are afraid that affordable housing for transitional types will make their own properties more “affordable,” as well.

But they don’t have to say that!

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Can Expensive Advertising Beat Domestic Violence?

Rarely am I moved by a feat of advertising, but this Amnesty International anti-domestic violence ad managed to resonate with me. The bus poster is equipped with a camera which uses some sort of futuristic technology to know when it’s attracted your eye. The gadget aficionados over at Gizmodo are moved as well, in their own way:

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Sexist Beatdown: A Peppermint Foot Massage Does A Douchebag Make

Welcome back to “Sexist Beatdown,” a weekly online “chat” between myself and Sady of Tiger Beatdown. “Sexist Beatdown,” incidentally, could also define every relationship famously depressed person Elizabeth Wurtzel (pictured) has ever had (just wait ’til you meet GREGG, guys!).

In Wurtzel’s latest essay, “Failure to Launch: When Beauty Fades” (published in this month’s Elle), Elizabeth Wurtzel is depressed again. This time, because she is “old” (41)—and also, maybe, secretly, because she’s spent the greater part of those years getting shit thrown at her face by epic douchebags. While aging has brought Wurtzel fame, book deals, and a J.D. from Columbia, it has also stolen the precious glint of youth from her eyes, and left her pining for her Original Epic Douche—the beautiful peppermint-flavored-foot-massaging, bottle-chucking graduate student douchebag GREGG. The essay is, in typical Wurtzel fashion, funny, sad, honest, and problematic.

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