LGBT allies: Keeping the issue straight
By Fiona Carmody | February 24, 2011Chuck Morris, Ph. D. and renowned scholar, came to speak at our school this week. He calls himself an "accidental activist" at Boston College, where he teaches.
Chuck Morris, Ph. D. and renowned scholar, came to speak at our school this week. He calls himself an "accidental activist" at Boston College, where he teaches.
If it's later than 2 a.m., it's a booty call. It doesn't matter if you're a girl or a guy, the rules of booty calling do not discriminate. If it's past 2 a.m.
If you're like most people, you have mid-terms or the equivalent this time in the semester, and you're busy with school, extracurriculars, maybe volunteering and yes, papers, exams and other assignments are a priority!
Whether you are a stressed-out student, an absent-minded professor or a desk-jockey in one of the Richmond cubicles, play it safe with some sound nutrition principles throughout the day. Just in case you have been under your rock for too long, I think the next word that we should throw under the bus is "busy." The word is often used in conjunction with not eating healthfully.
I know people say that Facebook diminishes actual face-to-face social relationships. It makes it easier for that creepy guy in your Chem class to flirt with you without ever having to say a word in person.
Contact cartoonist Kristy Burkhardt at kristy.burkhardt@richmond.edu
My mom recently went to see the new documentary film, "Race to Nowhere." She has been running around recommending it to everyone, in part because she is a teacher at a middle school, but mostly because, in her own words: "I watched it and just kept thinking to myself, 'This is about my children.
Dear Editor, I am writing in response to today's feature article entitled, "New Business Program for Men Upsets Some Women." There is a new first-year Living and Learning community designed for males only, with an interest in business.
I know that "lodging" is a celebrated tradition here at the University of Richmond -- it is an unexplainable phenomenon that shows nothing if not the class, grace, integrity and general respect for personal space that every Richmonder possesses as a general condition of his/her being.
I am procrastinating studying for my Spanish quiz tomorrow morning. So the logical thing to do is to stay up until 2 a.m.
Why are people on this campus so afraid of being alone? And I'm not talking about fearing for their lives while walking through the woods at night.
I was driving off campus last semester when I stopped at a traffic light adjacent to a panhandler.
An anonymous University of Richmond student -- who could have been either male or female -- started a posting thread on College ACB with a description of tasks that men pledging a campus fraternity were required to do before being initiated.
Members of the Interfraternity Council met last week to discuss the repercussions brought about by the gossip website CollegeACB.com. They agreed upon and drafted a resolution to pledge that no member of Greek life would condone such a community of gossip and hate. The College Anonymous Confession Board website is a place where college students can anonymously post anything and everything.
OK, I know that I wrote about Ring Dance for last week's wonderful edition of The Collegian, but to be honest, Ring Dance and Ring Dance-associated activities took up my entire weekend, so I'm going to just write about it again since I haven't been able to explore any other hot topic social questions like, where do all those missing socks and hair ties end up? And since we are taking a little ride on the honesty express, I'm going to admit I lack time.
As seniors, my friends and I were upset that we faced the prospect of paying $2,295 a month between four people to live in an apartment that would have serious problems passing modern building codes.
We laugh at Snooki and her Jersey Shore posse as they dump three pounds of bronzer on their faces every time they go out.
If you are like me, perhaps you are plotting that perfect spring break getaway to an exotic locale for some sun, fun and relaxation.
"Dexter" is an amazing show. It's engaging, interesting, well shot, and Michael C. Hall is perfect as the title character, Dexter Morgan. There is, however, one flaw that has irritated me endlessly throughout the series: Debra Morgan doesn't know how to curse and it is the worst thing that ever happened, ever. Her character thinks that she can string together any of George Carlin's seven dirty words and use them in any situation, regardless of what grammatical function they are fulfilling! In the wise words of Walter Sobchak, "this is not 'Nam, there are rules." If you make a grammatical error, you might sound slightly uneducated. But, if don't curse correctly, you sound like a goddamn idiot! As much as I want to, I can't give any examples of Deb's cursing here, but if you watch the show you should know what I mean. Beyond her ineptitude in the field of cursing, Deb might be the most selfish character in the show, even more so than Dexter. When confronted with any situation, Deb twists it until it becomes about her.
Growing up, I didn't miss doctor's appointments. My mother made sure that I had a yearly physical with my pediatrician, that I saw a dentist every six months and anything strange or symptomatic was immediately looked into. Though I may have complained, I had no doubts about my health. Come college, I can't say the same.