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When I decided to write a response to last week's "poem" I had to keep in mind not to make it something personal against the author Isaiah Bailey. However, it's a difficult task because what he wrote was personal; his personal experience that he tried to generalize to all of us, something I take issue with.
I applaud U.S. Sen. Jim Bunning. Not because he held up $10 billion from the unemployed. Not because he stood up to the Democrats. Not for saying "tough shit" to another senator (well, maybe because of that, too). I applaud Bunning for being a congressman finally able to stand up for something he actually feels strongly about. President Obama has accused the GOP, rightfully, for being a party of no. This is absolutely correct. But the GOP has been a party of no because of partisanship, not because of what they think. Bunning's recent blocking of funding for the unemployed was not a political move. First of all, politicians just aren't going to risk their reputation over $10 billion. Secondly, he is retiring. He is gaining absolutely no political advantage by voting against the bill.
Universities are places where everyone shares, or should share, at least one common objective: to learn. With that in mind, I will aver that J. Isaiah Bailey's "Being black at the University of Richmond: the whole truth" (The Collegian, February 25, p. 11) is not only disturbing but also very important. I recommend that everyone read and then re-read this piece, which Isaiah has framed as a poem, in order to gain a fuller understanding of the realities that confront African American students day after day after day here at Richmond.
After finally getting around to reading "Guyland," what can I say about Kimmel's assertions except that they are confusing? He insists that "Guyland" is mostly the territory of wealthy, college-educated white males aged 16-26, yet at the same time tries to define it as a new stage of development which society is recognizing and coming to grips with, much as it did with adolescence. Under this definition, he proceeds to superimpose some observations he's made about the narrow demographic mentioned above on young men in general. On its face, "Guyland" seems merely a straw-man crafted in order to criticize men, because the demographic he's talking about (unemployed 16-26 year olds who have no career ambition and often live in their parents basements) is a demographic of losers almost by definition.
Love. What does it really mean? The word is tossed to and fro like a baseball on a little-league field. It is used openly on Facebook posts, in text messages and during drunken times at parties. The concept of love is used so loosely during our day and age that I think it has lost its luster. The word love, in my eyes, used to carry enough punch to knock out Mike Tyson in a street fight. But now the word love can only tickle Tyson behind his ears.
Since the beginning of time, people have been eating: apples, pears, TV dinners and frozen pizzas.
Not all of us are lucky enough to be enrolled in Ecology 200 for a small portion of our lives. As one of the lucky ones, I thought I'd share a few of the more interesting aspects of Charles Darwin's observations about various animal species with all those unlucky students who are missing out.
With the study-abroad decision date just around the corner, many second-year students are anxiously waiting to hear which country they will live in, study and explore for at least four months of their lives.
Would you like to hear the truth, I know I do
As the month of February comes to an end, it is important that we don't lose the spirit that comes with Black History Month.
The most intriguing aspect of the word "minority" is the polar opposite connotations it can assume, depending on its context. Sometimes being unlike the majority is what lifts us up, yet other times it's what holds us down. For example, being apart from the majority could award you either a glittery gold medal in Vancouver or a searing scarlet letter of discrimination. How do we attach these meanings? Are they possible to change, or is the bigger hurdle whether we want them to?
Ordinarily, I am supposed to focus on national, large-scale issues in my articles for The Collegian. But this week, my attention was forced to isolate its focus squarely on the University of Richmond. And given the problems posed by what I shall dub the "Great Pothole Disaster of 2010," I would not be surprised if the State Department is called in soon to address the situation anyway.
Two weekends ago, I had the extreme misfortune of taking care of an under-21 friend (I'll call him Fred) who had had too much to drink. Luckily, someone (I don't remember who) was able to escort Fred back to his room (Fred and I are neighbors). I had spent the night in, quite sober.
Cheering college pregame. Emo kid in the dark. 50-year-old loner. Horrifying hound exposing himself. A "Jerry Springer" marathon? No, "Chatroulette," a recent Internet phenomenon that with each click produces a new face, from somewhere around the globe, with whom you can videochat.
It has the largest circulation of any newspaper in America. It is consistently listed among the most widely disseminated papers in the world. It has received 33 Pulitzer Prizes and started publication in 1889. As you can see, The Wall Street Journal should need no introduction - except maybe on the University of Richmond's campus.
Ever set your clean clothes in a glob of glue-like detergent that's been lying in wait on top of the washing machine?
The other week I was at an apartment party. Upon arrival, a friend of mine introduced me to an older girl in her sorority. The girl smiled politely and shook my hand. Without asking how I was or where I was from, she proceeded to ask me which sorority I belonged to. After I told her, she said, "Oh, but which sorority did you want to be in?" Puzzled, I walked away wondering why she had asked me that.
First, let me preface what I'm going to say (or I guess write) by stating that I love "the tight black pants" and all the accentuating features they provide to an attractive female body, in addition to the comfort and flexibility they provide for all. (Yes, I've worn a pair.)
Some people are natural automobile operators. In swift arcs of the ankle, these naturals slow to barely noticeable stops without promoting even the slightest hint of jolting motion. With smooth panoramic vision, these people are constantly and acutely aware of even the smallest of insignificancies — such as squirrels, stop signs or pedestrians. With one-handed ease, they turn the car without facing oncoming traffic at the turn's completion. They drive fast. They drive fearlessly. I move aside for them as though they are all emergency vehicles.
Lil' Wayne, Chris Brown and a host of other celebrities have recently been in trouble with the law.
