Opinion
The true women that men don't understand
By Fiona Carmody | September 8, 2011I commented once under this article that there are no words with which I can think to respond.
I commented once under this article that there are no words with which I can think to respond.
Dear Men, After reading Mr. Rhatican's letter, I realized that I am suffering from the same problem, but with straight men.
Dear Mr. Rhatican, I want to thank you for your article "A Letter to Women" and its grandiose instructional value.
Dear Brendan, You may respond by saying that because I am wearing shorts and a t-shirt while writing this, you won't be able to take me seriously.
[This piece is satirical and is not intended to be fact.] It was all fun and games on the University of Richmond campus.
You know what is always at the bottom of my favorite things list? Hurricanes. Hurricanes are not desirable in the least.
What kind of night has the potential for nip slips, reckless hookups, crouching over Porta Potty seats and stab wounds?
My candid professor spoke unequivocally of the tacit edicts of those involved in the college textbook racket.
Fifty mph gale force winds, "Come on Eileen" looping, several bottles of wine, one brave China Panda delivery man, various instances of loud female shrieking, a case of PBR and four frumpy outfits later, the ladies of 601 can officially say they made it through Irene with minimal bodily damage and a much better understanding of storm preparation. Here are a few things that we learned... Lesson one: When you stock up on decorative candles, be sure that you have some form of fire readily available.
Finals mean stress and endless studying along with a healthy serving of agonizing over your grade.
Dear women, You may respond by saying that men cannot speak on women's clothing, but I assure you that it has become as much an issue for me as it is for you.
Fasting is a strange and time-slowing experience. In 24 hours, a fast brings self-awareness and a shift of perspective.
Well Richmonders, after a hot, long and often boring summer, we are finally back on the campus we know and love with all the people we know, love and Facebook stalk... Now don't get me wrong, I look forward to seeing all of my friends just as much, if not more, than the average student.
The lazy days of summer are gone and it's time to put your pens and keyboards to work. With the start of the new school year comes a new opportunity for self-improvement.
I'm sweating it out by the pool trying to fix my tan lines when the unthinkable happens -- my cell phone shuts off.
By the time this column hits print, I'll have finished my last college class. For many seniors like me, graduation might as well have been a four letter word during the past four years.
Alas, it is the final edition of The Collegian before school ends and everyone goes his or her own way for the summer (but not before going out with a final metaphorical and literal bang at beach week). So, my question for everyone: What do you have to lose? Richmond is such a small campus that if you do something outrageously mean, slutty, ballsy, fashionably unacceptable or socially shocking in any way, shape or form, the chances of this deviation from the norm following you around via the Richmond gossip mill are pretty high. But as every celebrity who has ever had a sex tape leaked can tell you, time heals all and everything will blow over -- so why not consider summer as this blow-over period? Seriously, this is the last time that you are going to be on the Richmond campus with all your friends, enemies, lovers, crushes and dream boys for the next three months, so why not take this opportunity to do something that you've been wanting to do all year? If you're a senior, you are practically unstoppable.
I wrote what was supposed to be my last article last week. Upon reflection, yes, there are a lot more things that I could and should have written about, and I feel sincere regret for being unable to do so.
Last weekend my mother told me that our 78-year-old neighbor in Charlotte was dying of a brain tumor.
I wouldn't say I'm the dimmest bulb in the box - I'm getting an education at a reputable college and managing to do well in my courses - but I think waitressing is one of the most difficult jobs in the world.