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OPINION: One is not the loneliest number

You won't learn your most important rhyme in nursery school. Ring before spring is the gold standard for many college men and women. There is a massive push to be married by the time the college years are over. People seem to be getting engaged left and right. Slow down, everyone.



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OPINION: It's OK to hate the Auburn bar scene

On any given weekend, I'd much rather spend my nights eating cereal on my couch and binging on my latest Netflix addiction. In those moments, the thought of going downtown to drink repulses me on a level similar to going to the dentist. But that's what people in this town do.

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OPINION: No huddle, no chance

Let's not kid ourselves. Pace of play in college football is a real problem. Well it's a real problem in the eyes of Nick Saban and Bret Bielema. But that, in turn, is the real problem with the problem -- two highly paid head coaches are trying to change the rules in order to send a message to the up-tempo offenses that gives them headaches.

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OPINION: Challenging Special K

Ready to feel great about yourself? Special K is here to help. The sugary-sweet pressed corn cereal has been running The Special K Challenge commercials since 2008, promising women they'll drop six pounds or one jean size in two weeks.

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OPINION: Dear feminists, the time has come

I'm a feminist. I'm also a masculinist. Most accurately, I'm a peopleist. I'm not the first person to coin the term "peopleism," and I'm not the first to share its ideals, but it constantly surprises me how much we let gender get in the way of real things happening.

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OPINION: Love in the time of technology

I've been cute-couple kicking for at least a decade now. I don't remember when my aversion to cute couples began, but something about the blissful titters, amorously glazed eyes and surreptitiously flexed biceps has always driven me bonkers. Luckily, I discovered a few flinty kicks on the back of a flirty couple's seat was usually enough to snap a couple out of their amorous trance.

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OPINION: Bear Townsend: Leaving a legacy of love

A top hat, a coat and a small bottle of Captain. Maybe it was jeans rolled up at the pants leg showing his ankles, and rolled down at the waist to keep them on without a belt. In that case, usually shirtless, always shoeless. Quirky didn't define Bear Townsend. He defined quirky.