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Sexual assault has led to a man-hating mission. Society has grown to view men as the perpetrators and women as the victims, which results in a very strict labeling system that does not accurately depict reality and does not help ameliorate this grave societal issue.
This past summer, I volunteered to drive a group of middle-schoolers to a trampoline gym on a church-sponsored outing. Before departing with five seventh-grade girls and one eighth-grade boy, I recalled my own prepubescent crew of comrades. I remembered our incessant shenanigans and relentless jockeying for female attention, and began to question my original motivation to volunteer.
Today as I walked from the business school to grab lunch in the Commons, I overheard an unusual insult. “What are you, a momma’s boy?” one young Richmond man asked another. In my opinion, the only acceptable reply would have been, “You’re goddamn right I’m a momma’s boy.” Unfortunately, the opposing party had a few choice words to say at this affront, and, in an attempt to remain cordial, I will spare you the details.
My name is Ellie, and I am a junior at UR studying journalism but am currently studying abroad in Sydney, Australia for the fall semester. Welcome to my blog! Here I hope to offer some insights into studying abroad, my life in Australia and maybe just some general life tips I have picked up while living in another country.
Suicide.
The U.S. government’s decision to engage in military action is always emotionally charged. A variety of factors contribute to the tension that surrounds the high-level meetings in which such deliberations occur. Even in an age in which old norms relating to the making of war fade away, we need not look further than the lost American lives in Afghanistan and Iraq in order to understand the complexity of such decisions.
Aug. 29 marked the death of yet another group of martyrs in the crusade against nutritious eating. Our beloved buffalo chicken dip will be mourned, as will his comrades who followed suit: chicken wings and cheesy bread. No proper funeral was held for these brave soldiers, so I will attempt to serve them justice in this eulogy.
Surprise! Princeton, Harvard, Williams and Amherst are the best universities and liberal arts colleges in the nation. Once again.
The Sidewalk Cafe is located in the Fan District and is supposed to be a good time for drunch (brunch with drinks), so I wanted to make sure we went on a Saturday morning. I called ahead to ask how long the wait was, since this restaurant is known to always have a wait for brunch. It was only about half an hour, and they were nice enough to make an exception for us and put our name on the list before we arrived.
You wake up early and ascend from beneath the sheets full of optimism and academic fervor. You try to recall an appropriate Latin proverb as the morning sun's rays bathe your body in a golden radiance. Classes have ended and the finish line is dead ahead. And beyond it? Home? The beach? LDAC? It's the weekend before finals and the race has ended -- just stick out your chest and break the plane. It seems that easy. But your exuberance shields you from the hard truth. This isn't some victory lap. It's Gallipoli 1915 and you're just some grunt in the trench waiting for the whistle. You could make it unscathed, but chances are you're getting mowed down.
My Palestinian friend Amar* often talks about how he wants to create change and work toward peace in his region, as well as in the world. Recently, he shared this inspirational story with me and he asked me to share it. Just because political peace talks are collapsing, does not mean that personal talks have to do the same. In fact, it is these personal relationships that will create a lasting difference in the region and the world.
If Monday night's episode of Game of Thrones could be summarized in one word, I think we'd all agree that that word would be: HA. A big ole' ha-ha to one of the most obnoxious, despicable and infuriating characters HBO has produced in years. Let's pop open a bottle of F.U. champagne, toast to the boy that was to TV what Pitbull is to music and call it a night.
It was Friday and we were hungry. My friend and I looked at each other and without hesitation said, "Pieday Friday!" and headed over to Proper Pie Co. We wanted to eat a pie for lunch and also buy some for dinner later that night. We were having some friends over and knew that splitting a few savory and sweet pies would be perfect for a family-style group meal.
Some come for the beer, others come for the food, and others come to mingle. No matter the reason people choose to come, no one leaves Hardywood Park Craft Brewery's food truck night disappointed.
We live in a culture that is grotesquely focused on "hooking up." Couples rarely date anymore, and the days of nice dinners and chivalry are long gone. Instead it's become widely accepted to consistently have sex with someone, forego the romantic gestures and still consider the relationship mildly legitimate.
The NCAA's self-serving stranglehold on college sports and its so-called "student-athletes" have been seriously threatened. It's about time!
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After ten long months since the closing of the third season, Game of Thrones fans were finally able to satisfy their hunger last night with the airing of the season four premiere. Along with the usual blend of gruesome violence and pale naked people, several new plot lines and characters are introduced into what is sure to be a game-changing season.
The Blue Goat is a restaurant right near campus on Grove Avenue. I have always heard great things about it but hadn't had the chance to try it until now, and I'm glad I did. The restaurant has a cool atmosphere with tons of booths and bar seating. It also has private rooms in the back of the restaurants with glass walls so that you can have a bigger party without feeling isolated from the rest of the restaurant. The bar scene Thursday night was crowded with tons of middle-aged people who seemed to be part of the same community. There were tons of friendly vibes -- it seemed like a great neighborhood restaurant.
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