Beating the dead horse
Last week, I discussed the College's varied failures and successes in coping with one of the greatest challenges it has faced in the past 35 years: how to coeducate a college that, traditionally, prizes hypermasculinity.
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Last week, I discussed the College's varied failures and successes in coping with one of the greatest challenges it has faced in the past 35 years: how to coeducate a college that, traditionally, prizes hypermasculinity.
After my high school graduation, my uncle gave me a card with a black-and-white photo of a grizzly man drinking Budweiser and ice fishing on the cover. "Beware," he had written on it, "...the Dartmouth Man!" I remember laughing when he gave it to me; I think it's still propped on my desk at home.
This year's American Film Market Festival will feature not just one, but three films about the life of famed Colombian drug lord Pablo Escobar, The New York Times reported this week. (Who could have guessed that last season of Entourage, of all things, would prove prophetic?!).
There are three things that I've thought about that aren't related to Dartmouth this week: South Park, my job as a nanny and wildfires. All three of these things are smoking hot (nanny job in particular), but the wildfires warrant attention that few of us have had time to give them. So, let's turn our attention to the West this week. You might have to squint a bit to see through the Hanover bubble (it's stained with coffee and cigarette smoke these days), but the world is still out there and there's much going on.
Before we get down to business, please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Maggie, I'm from the state of Minnesota, and I like sandwiches and brushing my teeth.
Welcome to college, freshmen. Welcome to the dorms, to the field, to the basement. You're bright, you're interesting, you're making loyal friends and worthy enemies. Over the next four years, you might experiment a bit, perhaps try "raging" all night, or becoming friends with the guy down the hall whose diet is composed entirely of marijuana and Hot Pockets. Some of you might experiment a lot, and wake up one day to find that you are the guy down the hall whose diet is composed entirely of marijuana and Hot Pockets.
Now, for something I do understand: comics are a $1.6 billion dollar business, with graphic novels being the only sector of the publishing industry to show significant growth over the last decade. Business is booming, and shows no signs of backing down. It seems, then, that these toon-loving geeks may indeed be inheriting the earth.
True or false: Hipsters are into everything that's "cool" or "edgy."
I've never understood why sorority formals are a bona-fide "get out of jail free" card for misbehavior. Regardless, this unspoken rule holds true every term: if it happens during a formal, social norms need not apply. Want to pass out for few minutes under the bar? Hook-up in a bathroom stall? Carpe diem, Greek women! You'll have a ball, while only loosing a fraction of the respect you'd have sacrificed had your stint taken place at a frat.
Earlier this week, a friend forwarded me a blitz that the Dartmouth Progressives had sent out about their plans to protest the lack of activism at Dartmouth. The Progressives, it seems, have teemed up with other progressive-minded organizations to form a small army of activists. This army is devoting this week to protesting apathy.
Things that are to be expected when hearing from friends who go on FSP's in c: an affinity for shortbread and the Enlightenment, belief in the Loch Ness monster, possible love for cobblestone streets, as well as hackneyed Gaelic punk music.
Glad you had a good Homecoming. Kudos on getting drunk, making out on some dance floor, throwing beers at that skinny kid in the Zeppelin T-shirt. Awesome.
Question: Why do seagulls fly over the sea?
We all know the reputation of the average college athlete: these men enjoy the weight room and banging hot chicks. But, what about ex-athletes? They, too, enjoy the weight room and banging hot chicks, though with a slightly slower heart-rate recovery time.
I always thought I would take advantage of the many opportunities that Dartmouth College has to offer. Unfortunately, as the years have drawn on, my various attempts at self-improvement have expired faster than the time it took me to rip my bong before writing this column.
It's said that Hanover is "where romance comes to die." This statement eases the worries of neurotic students like only a glass of warm milk or a corporate internship can. My dear Mirror reader, it pains me to inform you that your mind is about to be blown.
I decide that nurturing my spiritual side is a good idea. The next 24 hours will be spent exploring my prospective Christian life, as I was baptized and confirmed as such. Mirror article will ensue. Crack a couple beers, turn on "The Sopranos," and sit down to learn how to be a Christian. Without a Bible or a Christian around to guide me, I turn to the World Wide Web. According to Tucker's Office of Religious and Spiritual Life, 9 of the over 25 religious groups on campus are Christian fellowships: Alpha Omega, Agap Christian Fellowship, Christian Impact, Faculty/Staff Fellowship, Grace Student Fellowship, Navigators, Orthodox Christian Fellowship, Provision, Unitarian Universalist Fellowship.