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This localized sexism feeds right into the more systemic subjugation of men in society. With one or two phone calls, any of these privileged girls can get her pick of the best e-recruiting placements. Do you have any idea how hard we have worked for even the smallest chance at being a secretary, nurse, or elementary school teacher? Damn hard. And no Dalton divas should get our spots...
...somber Halloween fete. He followed that triumph by yelling at sex blogger Lena Chen “Do you know who I am?” and also “I read your blog.” Bet she’s never gotten that pick-up line before. Some Quincy seniors dressed as Harlem Globetrotters practiced routines for the AD, and rounded off the night attempting to pilfer cookie dough from the Grille. Also: cops came to Story Street! And: the Lampoon had a party! The Christmas decor at FM’s resident misogynist?...
...book is quite successful, despite occasional lapses into repetition. “The God Delusion” is structured as a narrative chain, as opposed to an arch. Each chapter deals with a standalone topic that is interrelated and linked to the other chapters. It is entirely possible to pick and choose the chapters that you want to read—some readers may find this a better approach to this book as Dawkins’ polemical tone is often difficult to swallow in large doses...
...Kelly Where to find you on a Saturday night: Definitely not in my room playing beer pong since I’m not 21... First thing you notice about a guy/girl: Her sense of humor and eagerness for long walks on the beach... Your best pick-up line: Eyyyy... Best or worst lie you’ve ever told: I don’t lie. Something you’ve always wanted to tell someone: When I run, my ears catch the wind and get cold. That is uncomfortable. Favorite childhood toy: Cords. Yes, cords. Sexiest physical trait: My biceps/thigh...
Reality is amusingly flawed, however, and this trip proved no exception. My inability to learn about a whole country in one weekend was confirmed by my incessant jet lag. The choice of the comedian at the local comedy club to pick on me for a full three minutes was only slightly entertaining (cue to excessive blushing in reaction to American tourist clichés). And getting four golf balls off the ground out of about 200 at the driving range at University of Stirling wasn’t an experience I would call inspiring...