Opinion
A "Calvin"-ist take on life
By Alex Smith | April 16, 2009Earlier this week, I came across a comic strip from Calvin & Hobbes by Bill Watterson. Calvin's words struck a familiar chord with me.
Earlier this week, I came across a comic strip from Calvin & Hobbes by Bill Watterson. Calvin's words struck a familiar chord with me.
Who is the most dominant athlete in the history of sports? This question is more or less impossible to answer because of the tremendous range of accomplishment and competition across everything that we consider to be sport.
I read Maura Bogue's opinion piece last week in The Collegian and found it entertaining. With humor, stereotyping is common, but I thought I should address some of it for those who are not making the journey over the lake.
Liz Monahan is not doing laundry because she will be on Facebook for the next 10 years of her sad, sad life. Our generation has no paper trail.
During the last couple of weeks, our country seems to have fallen victim to an out-of-control populist bonfire.
"A sociological first expedition down the B-School Trail" HYPOTHESIS: The B-School is actually a secret fraternity where members take pong lessons ... in suits. LITERATURE REVIEW: An early lesson at Richmond: bypass the "major" question.
The current economic crisis has left dozens of states scrambling to come up with new, innovative ways to balance their budgets.
From a woman of the 21st Dark Ages To the editor: I was gratified to see Carson Feld's response, "P.O.W.: Prisoner of womb," to the recent anti-abortion article in The Collegian.
"I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me. ... That invisibility to which I refer occurs because of a peculiar disposition of the eyes of those with whom I come in contact." -- Ralph Ellison,"Invisible Man" When you look in my direction, do you see me, or am I invisible to you?
As students of the University of Richmond, we are generally not surprised when someone accuses the administration of being obtrusively paternalistic.
When I was in college at Virginia Tech, I was into football and hanging out with my friends. You may consider it nothing short of a miracle, but I remained (and still remain) friends with several of my buddies who were Spiders, like yourself! If there's one thing campus life in general has taught me, it's that people love labels.
Contact cartoonist Steve Minnich at steve.minnich@richmond.edu
Dear Readers, Welcome to a new year! Transition is over, and I now face the daunting task of filling Megan Wilson's shoes as the editor-in-chief of The Collegian for the 2009-2010 year.
You probably noticed the hordes of alums walking around campus last weekend, children in tow or reuniting with their old cohorts.
I spent most of my Saturday night walking around campus. I don't know exactly what I expected to see on my stroll, but I unfortunately didn't catch any goose murderers or spot any alumni rekindling old flames in the bushes.
To the university administration, what are you waiting for? There is a situation at the gym that should have been addressed weeks, if not months, ago: a person clearly and significantly below a healthy bodyweight, excessively exercising, day after day.
What is one of the greatest, and most overlooked, aspects of college life? Pranks. College was made for pranks.
In last week's opinion section, an article was published titled, "Abortion Seems to Defy All Logic." The author began by making the analogy of the past enslavement of African Americans to the enslavement of aborted babies. Putting the faulty logic of this unoriginal analogy aside, the author fails to realize that by outlawing abortion - which is the objective that the article advocates, society would be enslaving women - making them prisoners of their own wombs. Like many anti-abortion advocates, Caleb apparently views women not as human beings, but instead as second-class citizens who do not deserve autonomy over their own anatomy.
Regardless of whether you know who Stephen Sondheim is (don't feel bad, I didn't either until covering his campus visit), the Father of Broadway's words should still strike a chord: The only things worth doing are the ones that scare you. When I learned I'd be home for my brother's concert last month, my chance to heed Sondheim's advice glittered like the black, sequined top of lead singer Jenny Lewis (former "Troop Beverly Hills" child star) at Rilo Kiley's Philadelphia show last summer. Hers was a performance that a) considering the homosexuality-on-campus dialogue that has dominated the opinion section this semester, could beckon enemy lines closer as Lewis could seduce you regardless of where you've set up camp along the sexuality spectrum and b) made me itch to be on stage. Entonces, I informed my brother that, if need be, I was perfectly willing to lend my vocals for a song or two.