What are poppers? Who does them? Should we try them? *sniffs* Ohhhh my God, it feels like I’m laughing while doing a headstand!… Okay, let’s investigate. Here’s another writer’s take on the weird little bottle that you sniff. Check out the previous article in our series here.
Poppers came into my life as a matter of convenience. Christmas, 2012: I’d received multiple Amazon gift cards and, despite rampant book-buying, my total came up about 10 dollars short. I remembered hearing from a friend that you could buy great things on Amazon: gift cards to restaurants and stores, vibrators, and, of course, poppers. (Looking back on it now, I’m not sure why I went with poppers. Something of the mystery of them and, I guess, the price.)
Skip past two weeks of agonizing delivery and redelivery of my packages. It’s a Saturday and my roommate and I have been itching to take a sniff since the little brown box, containing the little brown bottle, arrived that afternoon. After a couple of drinks, and under the guidance of a previously “popped” friend, we took our first sniff. (Yes, since you are wondering, said friend is gay. Sometimes you have to get comfy with stereotypes before defying them.) Read more…
NYU’s Student Health Center has invaded the privacy of Bobst bathroom stalls as of late with a poster encouraging students to “become and stay healthy.” Their suggestion for achieving this? A totally repulsive-sounding recipe for a “homemade sports drink.”
