Victim Blaming, Race, Gender and a Little Bit of Kanye: On Chris Brown and Rihanna
I was never the biggest Rihanna fan, but lately she’s been growing on me. I never knew exactly how much I appreciated her fabulous personal style and unabashedly do-what-I-want attitude until the Internet…
Breaking Dawn Breaks Expectations
I liked the new Twilight movie. Whoops. This is a particularly problematic and embarrassing revelation for me. In addition to being a snooty critic of cinematic craftsmanship, I have also spent the past…
Not Another Sports Movie: Moneyball’s Grand Slam
Moneyball sounds boring. With the current big screen offerings, one might feel more inclined to cry as Joseph Gordon-Levitt is diagnosed with cancer and laugh as Seth Rogan says funny things about it….
A Tour Guide’s Call to Arms for the Next Admitted Students Day
I blame the weather. For over a week I’ve been bothering some of my fellow tour guides about the rain-swollen clouds threatening Monday’s little blue box on Weather.com. Clinging rather stupidly to…
A Writer’s Chat: Authors Antony John and Blanche Boyd discuss young adult fiction, writing methods
How does a stay-at-home St. Louis dad raised in England write a prize-winning young adult novel about a deaf teenage girl in the Seattle suburbs? That’s exactly what Professors Simon Hay and Blanche…
Five Flavors of Dumb: Antony John’s book is a welcome reminder of the joys of young adult fiction
I have no time for reading. That’s what I tell myself, anyway. If I pick up a book to read purely for pleasure, the annoyingly studious part of me nags that I should…
Dildos and Dialogue: Students gather in the Women’s Center to learn about hot, safe sex
Last Friday, everyone in the Women’s Center clutched what looked like oversized plastic Easter eggs that were not filled with candy. Their workshop leader warned everyone not to open the packages prematurely; they…
A Letter to Disappointed Democrats
My Halloween this year started on a sour note, and I blame the New York Times. Mini potato pancakes at Harris were not enough to assuage the dissatisfaction curdling in my stomach regarding…
The Social World of The Social Network: A film that tries to define this generation does us little justice
Matthew Gentile’s article in last week’s issue of the College Voice heralded The Social Network, screenwriter Aaron Sorkin’s latest box-office triumph, as “a perfect movie.” Maybe it’s just me, but is there even…
Sex: Our Bodies, Our Junk: Decent humor fit only for the awkward thirteen-year-olds in all of us
Sex: Our Bodies, Our Junk, 229 pages of precisely calculated, punch-by-punch sex gags, is a compilation of charts, blurbs, anecdotes and hey-didja-knows from the “Association for the Betterment of Sex.” Perhaps more accurately,…
