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.