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In This Issue

• Celebrate Our Appendix!
• Alternative Motherhood
• Gossip and Nudity: Interview with the Gossip
• Letters to the Feditors
• The Colombia Spectador
• Yowie! How the Brazilians do bikini wax
• Making Waves
• Am I Naked or Nude?
• Marauding Interviewer: Dwarves Fascinated by Own Pants
• Big Nudity Exam
• Point – Counterpoint
• ‘Is It Cold In Here?’
• News Briefs
• News Quiz: Do you know about the important events going on in your world?
• Eight Situations In Which I Am Naked
• Get Your Hands Off Me You Damn, Dirty Apes
• Naked Haikus
• Naked Horoscopes
• This is Not a Naked Santa
• THEY Watch
• The Staff of 16.8

Katie O'Shea

Attempted Bus Ride

I get on the bus. The bus driver exclaims, "You're naked!" To which I smugly reply. "Yes." Eventually, I am forcibly removed from the bus.

Attending Lecture

I walk into my Principles of Econ class, expecting n collective gasp of surprise. Instead, everyone is asleep, including the professor.

Doing Laundry

I make up a story about saving my ‘doing laundry’ outfit for today but then accidentally spilling grape juice all over it. I tell it to everyone who walks into the laundry room while I sit atop my washer. No one replies to me, though one person offers a pair of pants from the 'unclaimed' pile of clothes.

Working Out

I tell everyone that I'm exercising in the proud Greek tradition. I'm in a gymnasium, right? But they just don't understand. Eventually, I am forcibly removed from the gym.

Job Interview

The interviewer could overlook my lack of a resume but not the fact that I did not wear a tie. I wasn't offered a job, but he did offer to buy me a pair of pants. I declined.

Doing Homework

I'm doing homework like I've never done homework before. Namely, naked.

Late Night Snack

I visit Tom's at night in preparation for a long night of working. I am more careful than usual with my cup of coffee, and I was pleased to get extra sausage links with my lumberjack breakfast. That Tom sure is a nice fellow.

Calling Home

I call home because the food budget is looking a little thin. I tell my mom not to worry about sending me that sweater. After a while, she asks, “Are you naked??” Flustered, I say, “No, of course not!” and quickly make an excuse to get off the phone. I spend the next half hour trying to figure out how she knew.