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It perhaps goes without saying that many Dartmouth students are very politically active. Anyone who was on campus this past fall probably remembers the excitement and tension that increased as Election Day grew closer and closer. Many voted in New Hampshire, while others voted in their home states. For some of us — myself included — it was the first election in which we were finally old enough to vote.
According to psychological and brain sciences professor Todd Heatherton, the sense of self is what keeps us from confusing ourselves with other people. It protects us from forgetting who we are and the essential essences that makes each one of us human.
Revolution. We deal, again, with a word that has multiple meanings.
In elementary school, we learned that the seasons are caused by earth’s tilted axis and its revolutions around the sun. Differing amounts of heat and light strike the northern and southern hemispheres, resulting in distinct seasons dependent, in part, on earth’s position relative to the sun.
Happy week three, readers! When The Mirror squad met to brainstorm this week’s theme and stories, resident French enthusiast and Victor Hugo fanatic May suggested “revolution.” “Vive la Résistance!” she cried. Seeing Annette and Lauren’s blank stares, May translated the phrase: “Long live the Revolution.” Alternatively, the theme reminded Annette — a highly untalented linguist herself — of the Washington, D.C. Women’s March. While living in the turbulence that was (is?) the country’s capital during her off-term, she proudly paraded the mall with friends, wielding the sign “Repeal and Replace Bigotry.” Lauren, meanwhile, fondly remembered her favorite Wii game, Dance Dance Revolution (aka the highlight of her middle school slumber parties).
“Don’t judge a book by its cover.” We’ve all heard this. From a young age we are taught not to judge something or someone based simply of what we see. We are taught that things are not always as they seem and that sometimes the most boring and inconspicuous “covers” are doors into the very best books. But does this same rule apply to what we hear? Our use of language plays an important role in how we are perceived. It can indicate our education level or social class and give insight to where we’re from. Empty judgments may not be limited to physical appearance alone. Our use of what is considered “good” or “proper” language largely impacts not only how we are viewed, but may also be a determining factor in where we stand in society as a whole. Could it be that our modes of communication may actually be driving us apart? In order to better understand the social implications of language I looked to professor James Stanford, who studies sociolinguistics.
Retire (verb): to withdraw from one’s position or occupation; conclude one’s working or professional career.
For many, photography is a casual activity. The average person may take hundreds of photos a month on subjects ranging from the trivial, such as that plate of food from dinner, to the more serious, such as a picture of your newborn child. However, some people enjoy it so much that they decide to pursue photography even further. Some students, such as Aaron Lit ’19, Danny Berthe ’18 and Will Allan ’18, young alumna Thienan Dang ’16 and professional school photographers Robert Gill and Eli Burakian ’00, who are both employed by Dartmouth’s Office of Communications, commented on their roads to photography and the role it plays in their lives.
I’m lost, a little, as to where I should start.
My first exposure to The Dartmouth occurred last summer. I was browsing the newspaper’s website while researching the potential student activities I might want to join in the fall. The words “America’s Oldest College Newspaper. Founded 1799.” appeared then as they do now, a continual reminder of the long history of student journalism at Dartmouth. When I began to write for the Mirror last September, I also became a part, however small, of that history.
It isn’t difficult to identify athletes on campus. Typically, they travel in packs, fill the long tables on the dark side of the Class of ’53 Commons and proudly wear their gear everywhere they go. Of course, the general “athlete” category is separated into two groups: varsity and club. Although they may play the same sport, some club and varsity athletes lead very different lives on campus. For others, there isn’t a hint of discrepancy.
Everyone should have a favorite word. May’s favorite word is “saudade.” “Saudade” is a Portuguese and Galician word that makes its home primarily in the dark depths of May’s Spotify romance playlist. It is used to describe the feeling of a profound, possibly existential melancholic nostalgia for someone or something that is lost, an object of longing that will never return to us. It’s more than “I miss you.” It’s “You are gone, and sometimes I feel your absence so profoundly that my memory of you manifests almost synaesthetically.” (On that note, Lauren and Annette would like you to know that their favorite words are all four letters long and therefore cannot be printed in a respectable newspaper.)
I’ve just received 12 teeth from a friend of mine. I needed one or two to use as props, then it came up in casual conversation that this friend never lost any of her baby teeth, that she had to go to the dentist to get them all pulled, and that she still had them in her posession. Most of them still have the roots attached.
The stereotypes surrounding relationships at Dartmouth seem contradictory. On the one hand, hookup culture seems pervasive: “dance floor makeouts” and no-strings-attached relationships are seen as commonplace and normal. On the other hand, there is a stereotype that Dartmouth students marry Dartmouth students, implying a much more serious level of commitment. So, how do we reconcile these stereotypes? Has hookup culture replaced the dating culture that bred Dartmouth marriages of the past? Or merely complemented it? To get some insight into the relationship culture of the past, I interviewed a Dartmouth alumnus — Carolyn Chapman ’93 — who met her husband, Pete Chapman ’91, at Dartmouth.
On the critically acclaimed television show “Mad Men,” the fictional character Pete Campbell is a Dartmouth alumnus. While the often loathsome Campbell is not the most flattering depiction of a Dartmouth graduate, there were plenty of Dartmouth alumni who went to work in advertising in the sixties. On campus, students were exposed to plenty of the fruits of Madison Avenue’s labor as well as more local ads. In honor of our Madness issue, The Mirror takes a look at advertising at Dartmouth in the time period of “Mad Men.”
The concept of fanaticism is a common point of confusion amongst the youth of Generation Z. Often, people wonder what the driving force is behind the sobbing, shaking crowd at boy band concerts, dating back to as early as Beatlemania. Perhaps it is the same force behind the annual emergence of the screaming, face-paint-wearing Super Bowl viewers. Is it a chemical phenomenon, an adaptation that served some survival purpose in the stone age? This kind of viewership and reaction straddles a foggy line between lighthearted and serious, fun and dangerous, well-intentioned and evil. What is the point at which a fan becomes a fanatic? Is it the same instance as when the funny becomes the feared? Like the moment in the horror movie, “The Roommate,” when the viewer realizes that Leighton Meester’s character is not a cute, college friend but a creepy, psychotic foe?
First Floor Stairs
Dartmouth’s men’s basketball team has not appeared in the NCAA Tournament since 1959, and it seems unlikely that it will do so in the near future. However, that does not stop numerous students at the College from joining the March Madness craze. What drives students to spend countless hours doing research, watching basketball games on television and debating opinions with friends? It’s all in the “madness.”
Hanlon’s Letter
Editor’s Note
