Timothy Patterson is not a student in my class. I've never met him; I wouldn't know him if he was sitting next to me at a Spider football game.
"Every woman has a rape fantasy. Every man, deep down ... hates women." - Robert Crumb, in a speech sponsored by the Modlin Center for the Arts If you didn't know any better, you might think this unbelievably misogynistic rhetoric was from one of those terrible scenarios you hear about in diversity training, but you would be mistaken.
Halloween. As kids, it was the chance to stockpile more candy than a small country consumes in a year.
During the past two weeks, the apparent war between the White House and Fox News has become more than just a minor blip on the political radar, but a major story.
It's officially fall here in Richmond, but with temperatures in the 70s one day and the 40s the next, it's hard to enjoy the season, especially when you and everyone else are sick. The threat of the swine flu/H1N1 virus doesn't help matters much either.
Torn between a Halloween-themed article and one that would appease some readers' desire for something more in line with what they would expect from me as a columnist, I chose the latter, which means I am obliged to present more controversy.
I would also like to address my comments made in Barrett Neale's article "GLBTQ panel discusses issues, answers questions." Firstly, my comment regarding the university's Track and Field team may have offended several people.
For those of us who follow Virginia politics, 2009 has been a year of Republican demagoguery, fear-mongering and partisan bickering that has contributed substantially to the failure to achieve an intellectually honest debate about the issues that actually matter to Virginians, such as transportation, education and economic growth.
"Be careful," warned the janitor as I entered the bathroom on my hall one early morning of my freshman year.
I may not have had my own bed while at home for Fall Break, but I did have the comfort of knowing that the second floor would remain above the first as I drifted into my REM cycle and back.
Glasses? Check. Gloves? Check. Scalpel? Just kidding. But instead, I need some bleach. Yes, that's right.
I would like to make a few comments and share my personal experiences, which might clarify this week's article "GLBTQ Panel Discusses Issues, Answers." Firstly, I would like to commend Ms. Neale for writing this piece.
Two weeks ago (unless you're reading this in THE FUTURE), President Barack Obama was granted the Nobel Peace Prize for "efforts to strengthen international diplomacy and cooperation between peoples." This is the political equivalent of a parent sighing, "Well, at least he's trying," whenever their "special" child fails another test. Now, usually I try not to get very political because politics are hilarious and they quickly go out of date, but what gets written once on the Internet stays there FOREVER (which is why I can never be president myself). Today, however, I have to make an exception. If the Nobel Committee is giving out prizes for "efforts" to make world peace, then, damn it, I deserve a LOT more credit for all the crap I've been doing: "Efforts to finish my German homework." "Efforts to clean my room." "Efforts to make a Web site." "Efforts to write an opinion piece." "Efforts to be funny." "Efforts to be a productive member of society." And if that's the case then we have Oscar night all wrong!
Greetings from Ireland, the Emerald Isle! I realize I should have probably written something about Ireland first, instead of Germany, but in the spirit of October (and what better way to celebrate this glorious month than a beer-and-pretzel-laden festival in a German city), I would like to recount an amazing weekend abroad: Oktoberfest 2009. I, like many other fellow Spiders, somehow managed to get to Munich, Germany, by way of bus, train, plane, taxi, walking, hitching a ride on the Hofbraeu horse wagon ... you get the picture.
Now readers (especially you, ladies), before insults begin to fly from your innocent mouths, hear me out.
Some people might think that it's entirely too soon to begin talking about the 2010 elections. In my opinion, it has become ridiculous that we even bother holding elections anymore. Like clockwork, every other year, we are treated to a tremendous amount of bullshit and lies, and the worst part is that we entertain them as if they were actually going to happen if we cast our votes.
Dear University of Richmond Campus, The image of a male on the University of Richmond campus has become increasingly negatively skewed.
Time: How many of us have it? Many of us spend our whole lives procrastinating. We procrastinate doing our homework.
Dear Readers, I wanted to take the time to remind you all that you are reading an OPINION column, just in case you have forgotten. If you are looking for news, sports or anything else, please refer to the corresponding pages. Still here, on the bottom of page 11?
Back-to-back Family Weekend and Fall Break - poor planning but promising possibilities. As parents poured onto campus last weekend, our residences became a little cleaner, our stomachs and refrigerators a little fuller and our self-esteem a little higher.
