by Alison Goodrich in Commentary
There I was, standing, in the check-out line of the Chinese market in Rockville, Maryland, listening to the cashier yell at me with an incomprehensible stream of syllables. This was after a rather harrowing attempt to find groceries in the overcrowded store.
by Emma Wischusen in Commentary
According to that Usher song, the ideal woman should be a "lady in the street but a freak in the bed." And since every woman's ideal life involves being the special lady friend of famous rap artist (or any wealthy man at all) she should do everything in her power to fashion herself according to his wants and needs.
by Anna Cheimets in Commentary
Spring at Georgetown is truly an exciting and invigorating time to be a student. The pungent pink blossoms peak out of their buds and grace us with their presence. The warm lazy afternoons lend themselves to strolling dreamy eyed couples and new love. Frisbees careen carelessly into the middle of unsuspecting class groups "learning" on Healy Lawn.
by Eleanor Hagan in Commentary
There is a point, a line that you cross when enough is enough, when you just have to say something about whatever it is that has been bothering you in spite of all your passive- aggressive tendencies which compel you not to do so. I cross that line every day when I return to my dorm room, and it isn't figurative.
by Lindsay Wertenberger in Commentary
I'm finally getting it, that whole March Madness deal.
Sure I've watched more than my fair share of basketball over the years, it comes with the territory, growing up in Indiana. Both of my parents were graduates of Indiana University, and it only came naturally that the first winter of my life was spent watching Bob Knight lead the Hoosiers to the championship title.
by Dmitriy Zakharov in Commentary
The recently reported revelations of Department of Public Safety officer complaints are sad but unsurprising. In the course of ongoing contract negotiations between the union representing campus police and the university, concerns have been raised over the officers' lack of batons and pepper spray and an alleged shortage of bullet-proof vests.
by Courtney Tighe in Commentary
At Georgetown, people hook up. It goes like this: Person A gets drunk. He walks into a party or a bar, thinks Person B is cute, and talks to him/her for approximately seven minutes. Person A, maybe because he has been drinking, still is attracted to Person B after this period of time, regardless of the fact that their conversation consisted of saying "What's your name again?" 8,793,587 times, and takes Person B back to his house.
by Margaret Marrer in Commentary
I'm generally pretty tolerant….NOT. Okay, so I'm opinionated, but I've always assumed its okay to be opinionated when you are right. When I decide I hate something, I hate, and I hate it for good reasons. One of the highest ranking offenses on my list of hatred is techno music.
by Danny Colligan in Commentary
The Recording Industry Association of America is one of the most despicable organizations on the face of the planet. It brings frivolous lawsuits against people who are not guilty of any crime, crippling them with fees they have no chance of paying. It sues grandmothers who have never downloaded any music, students struggling to pay off their loans, and even the deceased.
by Greg Gangelhoff in Commentary
You know what I love? More than cookies, peace, and bodices? Techno music. Yes, I said it. I can see you thinking to yourself, "how could anyone like techno music? It is clearly un-American." Well get your head out of your jingoistic arse, my friend, and wake up to that blissful club music.
Spring Break
