A Beer Garden of Controversy
I've had trouble understanding the schizophrenic attitude toward alcohol in the United States ever since I came here in 1993.
I've had trouble understanding the schizophrenic attitude toward alcohol in the United States ever since I came here in 1993.
I woke up this morning to the alarm clock. The alarm clock noise is a horrible sound isn't it?
In San Francisco right now, a battle is raging over benefits for the unmarried partners of gays and lesbians.
Julie, you've got to help me. Y'see, I like this girl, but um, I don't know. We had lunch and she blitzed me but then I haven't blitzed her back and it's been a week but I really like her and ..." "Oh Julie!
Wouldn't you like to know, ladies? There are certain secrets that all men share with one another.
A series of recent and not-so-recent political events--the flap over Clinton's Kaffeeklatsches, questions surrounding the nomination of Anthony Lake as CIA director, the conduct of the 1996 elections -- share a set of issues in common.
To the Editor: Perhaps I just have sick humor, but I am amused when people wave their arms around under the banner of feminism or saving the world or what-have-you while contradicting themselves in the content of their flamboyant ravings.
Happy [St.] Valentine's Day as this day is fast approaching. For some it is a time of euphoric reflection with someone they love.
This Saturday, Feb. 15, marks the birthday of Susan B. Anthony. Many know that Anthony fought for social reform and women's suffrage, but few know that she was radically opposed to abortion and the social structures that led women to seek abortions.
I was in the Hop one Tuesday afternoon, enjoying a rather tasty turkey club, when I overheard the beginnings of a conversation.
There are approximately 45 weeks left of my Dartmouth experience. That is roughly 315 days, 7,560 hours, 453,600 minutes or 27,216,000 seconds.
To the Editor: In the February 6th issue of The Dartmouth, Brian Reilly announced his departure from the Young Democrats, and argued that the group has become too practical, too interested in advancing Democrats of any stripe, rather than keeping the liberal flame that burns so deeply in Reilly's heart.
As the deadline for spring term course selections draws near, many of us are pouring through the ORC to find classes fulfilling multiple distributive requirements, or to locate that "perfect" third class.
To the Editor: I found the headline "Students say supercluster heightens campus intellectualism" [Feb.
When I applied to Dartmouth I knew it was in Hanover, not Manhattan. When I applied to Dartmouth, I knew there would be mountains in the background, not skyscrapers.
To the Editor: After sitting here in my room for the last hour, clearly overhearing a conversation between my neighbor and one of his female friends (through the "sound-proof" Topliff walls), I decided that I can stand it no longer. Dartmouth women: Stop asking questions when you talk!
Yes, yes, please everybody sit down, class is just about ready to begin. First, I would like to welcome all of you who enrolled in my Introduction to Humor course entitled "How To Take A Joke." This fulfills the TLTS (Taking Life Too Seriously) requirement of the D-Plan.
I read "When I Grow Up I Want to Be a Playboy Bunny" when I was about 13 and agreed with Gloria Steinem's clever insights during her undercover operation in America's sex and porn industry, which these days may have earned her a lawsuit similar to the one Food Lion threw at ABC.
I recently read an article in that bastion of journalistic integrity, you know, The New York Times, that detailed some extraordinarily exciting discoveries made by some slick astronomers concerning a cosmological phenomenon called "exoplanets." (Whew ... that was quite a mouthful.
It can be downright stressful for weekly columnists to find opinionated topics to write about each week.