It is certainly an odd situation to be in when your pen can destroy worlds, and it is a situation that our president finds himself in at this very moment.
TRIGGER WARNING: This article discusses sexual assault, rape and rape culture. DISCLAIMER: The views expressed in this article do not necessarily and/or sufficiently represent those held by each member of Women Involved in Living and Learning. Two weeks ago, a letter to women was published in The Collegian.
Wish I could open up your mind and study your desires Assuringly these would surprise me conflicting with initial thoughts and assumptions Can I insure that my search is relevant? Basic elements that let me in Entrance granted Into guarded gates with security codes changed weekly Freely by you You are more than what you seem to be More than what I hoped for in that dream last night where we discussed contractual conceptions on how to take your emotions, fears and pride To mold them into something I can understand Where you don't hide behind crafted smiles And your eyes really do let me see into your soul Write me a letter Where you detail exactly what you hope for when your heart's door is open Recount your wants verbatim Never erasing But if so, allow me to know the daily changes Do more than tell me Let me feel what you want So I can be a perfect judge of all your actions And mine will receive justified reactions from you The ones you wanted me to produce Write a letter I'll read yours first Never peer editing Because you are who you are A woman No letters to women except these formed in earnest: "Tell me how to treat you" P.S.
University of Richmond students are successful in many ways: We're motivated, hard working, involved, dedicated and fun loving. We work hard, play hard and rarely stop for a moment to catch our breath. Between chaotic class schedules, involvement in student organizations and a seemingly endless agenda filled with things that need to get done, we come to the realization that balance isn't so easy to maintain. Sometimes the high level of achievement we expect of ourselves, coupled with the stress of the college lifestyle, lead us to forget the basics that keep us happy and healthy in both body and mind. We need to step back for a second and refocus.
There comes a very terrifying moment of self-realization in everyone's college career when it dawns on them that they are no longer the same 130-pound freshman they once were. Now you all know that no one loves lodging more than I do; in fact, you may recall an article I wrote about it last year in which I highlighted how glad I was that Richmond had this slightly disgusting yet infinitely entertaining lodge culture to offer. But, it seems like something may have happened.
Dear fellow students, In regards to recent campus dialogue about how we view one another and sexual violence, we would like to address the importance of respect, responsibility and acceptance of one another. It is important to keep in mind that there is not a typical Richmond student; our campus has become exceedingly more diverse. We all come from different backgrounds and hold different beliefs.
There's a reason economists from all angles are encouraging Congress to adopt President Obama's jobs proposal announced Thursday and outlined on our campus Friday: its sound economic policy.
I want to begin this article by stating that the University of Richmond's College Republicans were honored to have President Obama choose to speak at Richmond, or as one of my professors said it, "Eat your hearts out UVA, Virginia Tech and William & Mary." Many of our members, myself included, attended the president's speech.
I spent the better half of my Labor Day morning dancing to the Pussycat Dolls. I'm not the most skilled when it comes to interpretive dance, so I was utterly spastic when I tried to imitate the movements of the dancing silhouette on the screen. The Wii Dance disc was whirring in the disk drive and, according to the score, the 7-year-old boy I was babysitting was out-grooving me. I lost that round and relinquished the controller to the 4-year-old when Ke$ha kicked in for the next sequence of shimmying.
[This piece is satirical and is not intended to be fact.] The humane society of the U.S.
Dear Women, In an opinion piece from the Sept.
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.
