
Chen, who writes like a gum-snapping phone-sex operator, has gained a small following on the Internet with her brand name-laden dispatches on SexAndTheIvy.com, "the bleeding heart nympho's guide to Harvard life." (A typical installment: "Leaning over my PowerBook in search of a Damien Rice song, I was clad in black lace boy shorts and not much else." Other posts invite readers to send cocaine and lingerie from Agent Provocateur to the sophomore's student mailbox.)
Since launching her site in August 2006, Chen's become a minor campus celebrity and seems well-equipped to embarrass herself in front of a wider audience—as evidenced by a post about a late-night visit to the ER after a Tri-House formal drove her to overindulge (it takes a flood of booze to wash away the taste of so many ex-boyfriends, apparently).
Of course, like a good overachiever, she has a back-up should the anthology plan implode (like Harvard sex-rag H Bomb did last spring): "A guide to everything there is about sex," Chen told the Harvard Crimson, where she's also an editor. "Not on how to have sex per se, but a manual with a certain Ivy League legitimacy." Brace yourselves for the mind-blowing crest-on-crest action.