My take on: The Rules of Behavior
(04/01/10 5:35am)
*Note: This article is not intended to refer to criminal law, or any other type of law governing society. This article is about behavioral ethics only.
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*Note: This article is not intended to refer to criminal law, or any other type of law governing society. This article is about behavioral ethics only.
There are times in everyone's lives when they have a decision to make: the decision whether to do homework or not, drink or not, sleep or not, etc. Well, one of the biggest decisions is whether to be in a relationship or not.
The saying, "out with the old and in with the new," seems pertinent to a lot of things happening on campus this spring. Seemingly a negative connotation, "out with the old" is, in fact, a positive attribution. For instance, if the snow that infested every corner of campus this winter hadn't gone away by now, I would probably be cracked out in my shoebox-sized room right now, eating Slim Jims all day, instead of going outside and enjoying the beautiful sunshine.
Contrary to Emily Miller's dire warnings and cynical predictions (see 'Afroman to perform: joke's on us'), I found the Afroman concert during Pig Roast to be enjoyable and enriching. Her attacks on Afroman's talent and career proved to be patently ridiculous.
A girl was walking down Amsterdam Avenue with an old-school Adidas duffel bag and a big hankering for a soft pretzel. She was wearing a skirt that looked more like a T-shirt. Her glasses were big, clear and plastic; similar to something you'd see a nut-job scientist wear in a movie. The oversized gray hoodie she wore to cover her matted hair had a Yiddish saying scribbled on the back. As it turns out, that girl was me.
I think the time has come for me to admit one of my deep, dark secrets ... one of my all-time favorite movies just so happens to be "What Women Want." I honestly think that every man, as well as every woman, should see this movie at least twice during his or her lifetime - even if it is as a "Richmond movie," hence my suggestion to see it twice.
I've only been writing for the opinion section of The Collegian for seven weeks, but this is my last column. Looking back on four years at this university, I decided to write about etiquette that matters more than where you smoke or what you eat. Rather, how you deal with your soul.
Have you heard? Afroman is coming to campus for Pig Roast!
One very hot topic in current American discourse is the national legalization of marijuana. The fact that I find the argument about this issue absolutely absurd is a rather recurrent viewpoint among members of America's youth, but my reasoning may not be so nationally shared.
March Madness, oh what to say. Quite frankly, for myself and many other students on campus, it is the best month sports has to offer (honorable mention: World Cup soccer). This season I feel an even closer connection to this amazing month, because our University of Richmond Spiders were a No. 7 seed in the 65-team field.
The office of Common Ground has been following discussions taking place in The Collegian and elsewhere about racism and the varied campus-life experiences of students. And we have been disturbed by recent headlines about the Virginia Attorney General questioning the place of sexual orientation in anti-discrimination statements of public colleges and universities.
In the Feb. 24 issue, The Collegian printed an article about the swim team's performance at the Atlantic 10 Championship. It quotes: "'Richmond is in the process of rebuilding its diving team,' [Matt]Barany said. The most recent coach, Diane Maiese, left for unspecified reasons ... " Seeing this brought tears to my eyes.
I wanted to share this parable with you. I did not write it, and in all honesty, I have no idea of its origin. It was given to me, from friend to friend, during several iterations as a forwarded e-mail.
"I'm flying high over Tupelo, Miss., with America's hottest band -- and we're all about to die."
Dear University of Richmond student body,
When I went to Greensboro, N.C., for the first round of the NCAA Men's Basketball Tournament last year, I thought life couldn't get much better.
Most think slavery is an unjust institution because it deprives slaves of the fruits of their labor and is often inherited at birth. Slavery upsets us because it prevents people from benefiting in proportion to the value they generate for others, and because they become enslaved based on their demographics rather than their actions.
Today, I was reading a report by the Urban Institute entitled "The Cost of Failure" which detailed what will happen if we don't pass health care reform. The numbers are staggering and, in my shock, I could not help but share the information with some of my friends. About 30 seconds after I opened my mouth, I realized my friends either a) didn't care or b) didn't understand. Regardless of what the case may be, this experience got me thinking about health care reform and the degree to which young people have involved themselves in this vast and impactful conversation.
There you go again
Quite frankly, Tiffani Lewis-Lockheart, you chose to make your response article a personal attack; your efforts to mask disdain are fairly thin. Secondly, I didn't think that J. Isaiah Bailey was speaking for all of us; rather, it was his own testimony. It just happens to be the bitter reality that, whether this is true in your own social bubble or not, quite a number of black students on campus have at least one experience that resonates with Bailey's poem. If you would like to verify this, randomly select ten black students you haven't met and ask them about their experiences on campus.