For all the guys out there who take issue with the Plan B pill, the time will soon be right for you to take matters into your own hands. Researchers at Edinburgh University's Center for Reproductive Biology have found a way to suppress daily sperm production while maintaining normal testosterone levels.

As a result of these findings, Organon, a pharmaceutical company in the Netherlands, has developed a pill set to go on the market in the near future. The pill has proven to be 100 percent effective in preliminary clinical trials, which is far better than the effectiveness of female oral contraceptives (92-99.7%), male condoms (85-98%), and withdrawal (73-96%).

It all began by reading one of the top headlines from The New York Times today, which happened to be about plastic surgery and the number of doctors switching to cosmetic medicine.

I learned of how cosmetic medicine used to be performed strictly by plastic surgeons, facial surgeons and dermatologists who had undergone several years of training in facial skin and its underlying anatomy, but is now a field that obstetricians and even E.R. doctors are entering for the immediate pay, regular hours, and "glamour" of it all.

The Shelby County Environmental Court in Memphis has it right. They're imposing fines of up to $50 for each election sign found on public property now that Election Day has come and gone. Cases have been heard this year against both Bob Corker and Harold Ford Jr.

It reflects poorly on candidates when their signs are still standing along highways and around neighborhoods long after they should be. If you're capable of recruiting enough volunteers to put out signs but you can't get them taken down in a timely manner, you're just a slacker.

Considering the history of racial insensitivity at the University of Alabama at Tuscaloosa, I was surprised to read about the Alabama administration's recent decision to separate the university's homecoming concert into two locations, allowing the country singer Neal McCoy to take the stage on the main campus quad while relocating the Ying Yang Twins hip-hop act to a recreational field across from an Arby's.

The incident reminds me of the complaints I've heard about Quake, Vanderbilt's homecoming concert. Both this year and last year, Quake centered around hip-hop artists, with Chingy and the Ying Yang Twins last year, and Ludacris, Common, and Shareefa last month. However, the performances were not supplemented by performances by artists of other genres.

When I think about the things I did in my childhood, athletic pursuits aside, the activity that stands out in my mind is reading. I lived at the library, loved going to bookstores, loved being read to, and loved the Accelerated Reader program my elementary school participated in to reward reading. I won contests at Barnes and Noble when I was younger, and as I became older, I yearned to be one of the girls who worked at a bookstore, drank coffee, and knew everything.

I achieved part of that goal this past summer by working full-time at the Barnes and Noble near my house. I still haven't begun to know everything, but I did feel a little bit smarter every single day I showed up at work. It didn't feel like work either.

Reading about Nicaragua's recent decision to ban all abortions with no exceptions makes me want to pull back from my former stance that all people should be respected for their views on the abortion issue. I have a hard time fathoming that all pro-lifers would be willing to sentence their own mothers or sisters to 30 years of imprisonment for making a personal decision that might have been in the best interest of the woman's own health or the future of the child.

It's amazing to me how many choices we face everyday as consumers. Walk into a grocery store to look for a cereal and you're bombarded with 275 varieties, including 7 "Cheerios" options. Round the corner to chose between 85 different varieties of crackers, 21 varieties of chocolate chip cookies, 13 "sports drinks," and 120 different pasta sauces.

Lately, I've been thinking a lot about the idea of marriage. Maybe it's because I'm attending a wedding over fall break. Maybe it's because girls in my sorority and people on the Hustler staff are married or engaged to be married. Maybe it's because I spend too much time watching other couples - young and old - in love. Or maybe I just watch too many movies.

It's just so strange to me that my peers are at a point in their lives where marriage is something they want. I always told myself I was too independent to ever need a guy and that I didn't want to be married until my 30s. My thinking behind that was that if I waited, I would have plenty of time to do all of the things I wanted to do alone and also, I could make damn sure that the person I did end up choosing was really better than all the others, and therefore presumably the best for me.

Trusting myself has caused me to make quite a few mistakes in my nineteen-year life. Small-scale example: perm. I am faced with this mistake almost daily, as I was told at the DMV that I could not have a new drivers license photo taken (probably just because they got a laugh out of my smiling sixteen-year-old self with big 80s hair). But hey, I thought I looked pretty good back then. Obviously, everyone has had some rough years as far as looks (or hairstyles, more specifically) are concerned, so it's not a tragedy that I'm stuck with a lousy picture for a while. What scares me is the thought that if I decided to get married at a young age because I thought it was a good idea at the time, that that decision could potentially be something I'd look back and regret in the same way I regret hairstyles of ages past. Cutting your hair, buying a flat iron, or taking a trip to your colorist are nothing in comparison to getting divorced or living the rest of your life with a partner you're not really in love with anymore.

If for some reason you haven't read the Wall Street Journal article yet, you can access it through ProQuest.

Eating disorders seem to be gaining increasing amounts of attention, with articles in various publications featuring anonymous locals who suffer from anorexia, speakers coming to colleges to talk about their struggles with bulimia, and even celebrity feature magazines questioning whether the latest-and-greatest has an eating disorder and if she's admitting it or chalking it up to a stressful schedule or an intense training regimen for the upcoming music video.