Jenna Bromberg, pondering new euphemisms in her new place of residence.For those freshmen who had the misfortune of matriculating one year too late, I’ll inform ye that Jenna B. was
last year’s sex columnist, a blondie with an orange glow who became infamous for her cuttingly honest and colorfully slangy description of her escapades in slutbaggery. We say slutbaggery with (sl)utmost respect, because, in case it wasn’t painfully apparent,
we kind of love her. This fall, she’s Jenna
Bromberg (Hotel ‘08), works at a webmag/blog called HotelChatter writing reviews and shit, lives in Brooklyn, and has an agent for a book that she can’t/doesn’t want to talk about. Suffice it to say that her “literary aspirations don’t go beyond writing some shit that you can read on a beach.” We caught up with her via AIM–yeah, we keep it classy–and found out that, contrary to whatever
parting shots that “Cunnilingus Cowboy” bastard might’ve taken in the Daily Sun, she gives GREAT head.
Click through to find out how the banging goes in NYC, who this damned Cowboy is, and whether his linguistics are quite as cunning as he claims.
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