(We’re back with another weekly installment of G.W.W.E [Guys We Want to Eff]. We have always been a fan of the underdog around here (maybe because we were always picked last…for everything), which is why we are going with Edward Norton this week. You may have found it hard to fall in love with him as an anti-Semitic skinhead in American History X, but we saw through the hate. Especially after watching him get all sweaty and angry in Fight Club.

He may not seem all tough and cool, but it’s that complexity that makes us totally wanna eff him.]

Ed Norton. Mmmm. There aren’t many 39 year old guys we wanna eff, but boy do we have (naughty) dreams about Ed Norton.

The star is as talented as he is sexy. He has played all sorts of roles, from a sociopath to a card shark to a quarky Priest in New York City. And no matter what kind of part he has, he pulls it off flawlessly…and makes us wanna jump into the screen and eff him. Yes, even in the church get-up.

Norton isn’t your typical sex symbol. He doesn’t have killer abs or really defined arms; he just has a sweet and kind demeanor that makes you wonder if you want to hug him or tear off his effing clothes.

Which is why we wil be first in line for tickets for his latest police flick, Pride and Glory. Guys in uniform are always sexy, and Ed Norton will be no exception.

[For many of us, sex and college go together like Uggs and snow - you can't have one without the other. So, we brought in one of Berkeley's finest sex columnists, Julia, to start a dialogue about the topic (and act) that is very near and dear to our hearts. Every Thursday Julia will get your day goin' with a little somethin' somethin' that's on her mind.]

Last week I went to my university’s health center for a birth control pill issue. As soon as Dr. Nancy scurried in with her Lisa Frank name tag and orthopedic shoes, I knew that this was going to be trouble. I answered the routine questions and then braced myself for what was next; the question that every single girl dreads.

“Are you sexually active?” inquired Dr. Nancy with her beady eyes judging my contraceptive-popping self. What the hell are you supposed to say in that situation?

“Well, you see Nance, I did hook up with my ex-hook up two weeks ago but other than that it’s been quite the dry spell…” Nobody really wants to delve into their complicated lust life with a complete stranger.

This got me thinking, how does anybody really know if they are “sexually active”? To me, activity isn’t all-or-nothing; there are several levels to be aware of. Dr. Nancy, for instance, would abide by the criteria of “hyperactivity.” In other words, if you have ever touched a boy or even really thought about it, you are sexually active for the rest of your life and probably well after you’re dead. Read More »

I grew up Roman Catholic. It never felt like a big deal. Every Sunday my parents would force my brother and me to get up and go to church. We’d stand, kneel, stand, sit, kneel, and at the end we’d buy coffee and doughnuts for 50 cents each. Pretty boring. Pretty standard.

What I didn’t realize was that I was being brainwashed about sex.

I grew up in a liberal household, but that didn’t stop the subconscious warnings of the Catholic church from snaking inside my head and making me feel strange about sexuality. I could never place it when I was young, but there was always something. Something in the back of my mind that told me being sexual—with myself or others—wasn’t a good thing.

Maybe it was the idea that God was always watching. The priest would continuously tell us that He saw everything, leaning on the everything and seemingly staring straight at me. Week after week I would hear about being pure, being good, and what the consequences would be if I wasn’t. God wouldn’t kick me out, He’d just be very, very disappointed. Read More »