photo credit g. cargas
Today, Direct Action to Stop Heterosexism hosted its annual Ho Plaza kiss-in, an event designed to maximize queer visibility on campus and to combat the deluge of heteronormative imagery which floods the media on a daily basis.
Plus, y’know, sweet lady-kisses. Mazel tov!
Everyone and their mother know that frats hire the occasional stripper (or two, or three– as profiled at Cornell in the Spring 2007 issue of Kitsch). It more or less gets written off as “boys will be boys,” and life goes on.
I was a little more disturbed by yesterday’s advertisement in the Craigslist “gigs” section under the heading “Leprechaun needed (Cornell).” Apparently, an unnamed Cornell frat is seeking a “dwarf/midget” (I can only assume they couldn’t decide which name was less politically correct) to provide his/her own leprechaun costume and to cavort about the house being force-fed alcohol and guzzling Lucky Charms Cereal for the benefit of sloshed frat brothers, all for the GENEROUS compensation of $20 / hour for 5 hours!
Wait, what? That doesn’t sound like fun? Maybe reading the ad’s specifics will help: Read the rest of this entry »
Most Cornell ladies have gotten somewhat familiar with creepy targeted Facebook ads, what with the plethora of “I VANT YOUR EGGSSSSSS” banners. I was still somewhat alarmed to find my banner ads taken over by Cornell Student Assembly candidate Bill Gerding. I guess it makes sense to use paid Facebook banner ads to reach the hibernating, procrastinating population of Cornell, but I’m somewhat wary of student campaign advertising that’s paid for. What about the grand tradition of chalking? Or the loveable hijinks found in campaigns like Natalie Raps’ for S.A. President? Paying for publicity at a student-election level just seems like cheating, though technically it’s not against the rules.
Let’s just hope Mr. Gerding doesn’t exceed the $50 limit for out-of-pocket expenses specified in the election guidelines with too many click-throughs.
photo credit s. dalton
COME TO THE GODDAMNED VAGINA MONOLOGUES. this saturday, march 5th, 7 pm. tickets online at baileytickets.com. all proceeds go to charity (90% to the Ithaca Advocacy Center.) all my love goes toward you.
kisses from the co-ed.
Natalie Raps ‘12 is running for S.A. President, and she doesn’t want anyone to forget it. In addition to hosting several public forums and sending out an approximate frillion e-mails, Raps has evoked another waifish, wide-eyed do-gooder…
The video, which features cameos by Student Trustee Asa Craig and Daily Sun Science Editor Katerina Athanisiou, references Raps’s commitment to campus-wide safety and the apparent restructuring of the Student Assembly into a C-town hotspot. I won’t lie–I laughed, and not just because I half-expected Raps to mention doing blow with Skorton or taking that armchair to Craig’s dome.
I guess that's a croissant, not a bagel.
As seen in Olin Library. I get that you’re angry that you mispronounced Foucault, baby philosophy majors, but must you express it in such a banal fashion? Sartre would have never approved.
the starting barrage
Any excitement students had over taking advantage of the most hilariously useless snow day ever was quickly quashed by the arrival of the CUPD. The “Annual EPIC Snowball Fight” drew a crowd of some one hundred people for a half hour of pure glee before some grumpy asshole called the fuzz.
Even after the cops showed, a few enterprising students continued to hurl their missiles (one or two even floated toward the paddywagon itself) until fatigue and fear of authority won out. Mumbled Officer Kevin, eyes downcast, “They don’t want students throwing snowballs at the windows.” From the crowd, a would-be frolicker replied mulishly, “Next time we’ll bring guns.”
Calm down there, kids, it’s only a snowball fight.
Cookie fortunes sans the calories.
I want to be a little disheartened that our anonymous well-wisher felt that these were necessary at Week One, but let’s be honest: it’s Cornell. Even syllabus week makes you want to tear your hair out. Especially considering this particular sign was posted in Rockefeller, site of many a Physics-induced meltdown of yore.
Although it’s been over a year since I flew the college coop, decent Cornell gossip still seems to come my way sometimes. Recently I received word from a trusted source that two gay students were caught earlier today with their pants down in a rather comprising location: a faculty member’s office. The source tells me that they weren’t just exchanging a little HJ action (NBD!) or a Beej (hey, that’s pushing it), they were “full on fucking,” like, as in a porno or something. The kicker? They had to write an apology note as penance. Of course, I can’t resist imagining the contents of this note. Our version is after the jump, leave your own in the comments. Read the rest of this entry »
HuffPost is reporting that Keri Blakinger, senior English major at Cornell, has been charged with possession of $150,000 worth of heroin.
(ETA: An anonymous source who lived in the same house as Blakinger reports that she didn’t notice any obvious drug activity occurring. There were, however, used syringes found in the house bathroom, so take that as you will.)
As concerned as we are about the apparent layer of black tar on Stewart Ave., we can’t say we’re surprised. All those Keats readings and pre-1800 requirements would have driven us to drugs, too.
