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(11/03/08 7:58am)
In all my years of assessing and experiencing gender relations at Dartmouth, I'll admit I've definitely taken a beating or two. Whether it stemmed from the Greek system or not, I have been, in some way, shape or form, offended, appalled, insulted and bewildered by the interactions between males and females on this campus, and the criticisms that ensue between the two parties.
(10/08/08 4:57am)
I remember reading somewhere, in a tribute to Tim Russert, an account given by Tom Brokaw in which he remembered Russert calling him in the middle of the night and asking incredulously: Do you believe they're paying us for this year?
(05/05/08 10:10am)
When it comes to classroom debauchery, I thought I'd heard it all. There's always the one about the student who did or didn't plagiarize and got Parkhursted, the one about the student who slept with the prof, the student who got arrested for drunkenly participating in a class he wasn't enrolled in with his shirt off, the student who said something memorably and inappropriately crude, or that kid in the back who was so high -- the list goes on. However, just when I thought I was becoming bored and unimpressed with tales of classroom mayhem, there emerges on the scene the one about the disgruntled prof who wanted to sue her students. Jackpot.
(04/17/08 7:47am)
Ever since its birth in 1776, America has had a tendency to misuse its resources. Our political resources, our constitutional amendments, have been misused so that the "right to bear arms" enables college students to easily obtain guns to shoot one another. Our country's fundamental resource of democracy has been misused in that we impose it on whatever country we please. Even our natural resources have been misused, leading to pollution and extinction. Americans tend to do whatever they want to whatever extreme they see fit.
(04/03/08 5:15am)
The contrast first became glaringly obvious to me when I was a guest at a friend's family pool party in rural Costa Rica this past winter. As someone who tends to be quite awkward around strangers, especially ones who seem to be impossibly jolly for a family function, I spent the beginning of the party in the corner observing.
(11/29/07 6:00am)
One of the earliest maternal wardrobe memories I have as a child is an old, faded, magenta shirt my mom had that read, "Behind every successful man is an exhausted woman." Outdated, presumptuous and slightly chauvinistic? Sure, but ain't it the truth? A cotton lesson learned early on that individual recognition is actually a team effort, something that millions of TV-obsessed Americans have finally begun to realize this past month. In fact, I think a more current version of the T-shirt would actually sell quite well these days: "Behind every pretty celebrity face is a team of pissed-off writers on the picket line." And with that, disaster ensues: major studios are pulling the plug, so to speak, on the majority of their most popular shows. Wait, late-night hosts aren't always that funny on their own? The cast of Grey's Anatomy doesn't actually jabber away all day long in witty banter in their own little microcosm in Seattle Grace Hospital? Who knew? Let's face it: Who doesn't love romanticizing TV? Even I must admit I like to think the Lost crew is out there right now eagerly awaiting rescue. But weekly indulgences aside, finally putting the limelight on the creative minds behind the magic is the best thing to happen to TV in a long time.
(11/15/07 7:06am)
The revolution of the older woman has arrived. It seems that finally, in 2007, Hollywood has come to realize that middle-aged women are no longer just your second-grade teacher or the soccer moms on the sidelines or the ladies who play bridge and talk about menopause on Sunday nights. Hollywood has finally realized that older women are, well, hot.
(11/01/07 3:49am)
Consider us the more sophisticated half of the Western hemisphere if you must, but this past Sunday night South America managed to beat us to the punch: the progressive political milestone the majority of the world's countries have yet to reach. Enter Argentina's first female president, Cristina Fernandez de Kirchner. While her election alone is newsworthy, Cristina's presidency is also quite notable because the president she is replacing ia no regular old Joe; instead, it's her husband, Nestor Kirchner. Imagine that: The new president is the old president's wife, and the position of "first man" is born. Letterman and Leno would have a whole new bag of tricks to work with. It sounds like the stuff of a good soap opera, but hey, America: We could be next.
(10/18/07 4:30am)
As this year's beloved Homecoming weekend approaches, in sync with perfect fall weather and visibly heightened anticipation, I can't help but feel nostalgic as I remember my own freshman Homecoming weekend, when I was so naive, and so utterly clueless. I think back on my first big weekend, my first big dive into Dartmouth social life, and think of how new it all was to me. I remember embracing this new beer-centric lifestyle with full force that weekend, calling all my friends from home on Sunday to brag about the wonders of mediocre beer, general disregard for hygiene and parties to which you didn't necessarily have to wear dresses and heels. I was in heaven. Thinking back on similar phone calls home from various big weekends and sophomore summer -- in which I used drinking beer and barbecuing all day as selling points for why Dartmouth is vastly superior in terms in fun -- I couldn't help but wonder: Since when did my party habits and my idea of a good time become so,well, fratty?