Striking for Civil "Writes"
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 Outdated, presumptuous and slightly chauvinistic?
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 Outdated, presumptuous and slightly chauvinistic?
In a recent episode of The Office, Dwight Schrute begins playing a computer game called Second Life as a way to escape the pain he suffers from a recent breakup.
This weekend marks the end of the 40 days of Grassroot Soccer blitzes. These e-mails (and those Mailer-Daemons!), while numerous, were, it seems, incredibly effective in mobilizing campus-wide support for the event.
Those 1490s ... talk about a great decade. The Moors surrendered after the long Reconquista, the Swiss won their independence and the Portuguese set out to establish an empire.
"In Zambia, sex is not a negotiation," Gesh Banda, a Grassroot Soccer program assistant, and a 23-year-old native of Lusaka, Zambia, told me the other day during a conversation about Zambian culture.
Coming to Dartmouth as an international student, I experienced a huge culture shock. Surrounded by Americans, I suddenly had to adapt to an environment more similar to the scores of American high school movies I watched throughout my youth.
On Oct. 27, 2007, Dartmouth Trustee Todd Zywicki '88 gave a speech at a conference sponsored by the John William Pope Center for Higher Education Policy.
Last weekend, my father visited me on one of his meandering journeys up to Dartmouth. These became an instant tradition a few years ago, when he realized that he could use the somewhat legitimate-sounding excuse of "visiting his son at college" to take a few days off, drink some wine and enjoy some good, old-fashioned quiet.
Since my first-year seminar during my freshman fall, I have often been shocked by the speech and oratory skills of Dartmouth students as a whole.
I have recently noticed that Gap has advertisements for Product (RED) in their windows for the second time this year.
Last Saturday, Spain's King Juan Carlos made headlines at the Ibero-American summit for asking Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez, "Why don't you shut up?" The heated and slightly comical exchange occurred after Chavez called former Spanish Prime Minister Azner a "fascist," an especially sensitive accusation considering that Juan Carlos's immediate predecessor was the fascist dictator Francisco Franco.
If you've been paying any attention to the news for the past few weeks, you're probably aware that Pakistan is steadily but surely sending itself straight to hell in a handbasket.
The recent publicity surrounding Hanover High School students' attempt to cheat on a final exam has generated a great deal of sympathy from the press.
To the Editor: John Gaythorpe may wish to see Netblitz go away, but as someone who has had the misfortune of having to use Webblitz and Webmail for the past two days, I certainly do not ("Netblitz conks out, resurrection unlikely," Nov.
For the first time since matriculation, I am an outsider to the College. I am currently off campus for two terms due to the D-Plan, and can only see Dartmouth through a very constricted lens.
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.
"All dreams are welcome here," pledges Career Services to anxious Dartmouth students aspiring to find their ideal entry-level position for life post Hanover.
It seems to have passed nearly unnoticed around Hanover that several weeks ago Ben Lolies '09 died in a motorcycle accident ("Junior dies in motorcycle accident," Oct.
Editor's Note: Professor Peases\' column is the fifth installment of ExtraCurricular, an occasional series of commentary by Dartmouth professors.
Did you know that the lyrics to "Crank Dat Soulja Boy" are too crude to print in this column, because it will look bad when future employers and future boyfriends Google my name?