Archive for the ‘Duke’ Category

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Sick sad world

April 13, 2007

Ms. Mangum, who has a history of mental illness, is this week’s tabloid cover-girl. I’m willing to bet that she is also receiving death-threats that are usually associated with such high-profile cases.

Having apologized to the three lacrosse players, Nifong now ought to apologize to her.

P.S. Interesting (and coherent!) response to this week’s events. Interesting responses to said response are in the comment section.

P.P.S. Something else that’s caught my eye – the hazards of Duke. I’m kind of 50/50 on Terry Moran myself, to be honest. I think the lacrosse players recognize how lucky they were to have a support system, that much was evident from the press conference.

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Bonfire of the Vanities… Burning Out

April 12, 2007

It’s been over a year, and a long and weird year it was, but today the lax charges were dropped in full. Hate-mail, as well as other expressions of “jubliance,” is still pouring in, mainly from outside the Duke community, or so I’m told. There are trolls still calling for Richard Brodhead’s, well, head. And so on.

This is a good day, though.
I’ve talked to a lot of people on this typical spring afternoon, with the Chapel etched into the canvas of a sweetly, naively cloudless sky, and I feel like campus can move on. Not only that, I feel like campus can evolve. I don’t think it will ever totally conform to a vision that any of the sides (and there are many more than two, I feel) in the ensuing debate have expressed, and I don’t think it’s realistic for anyone to expect that – but there are lessons to be learned regardless.

I haven’t got anything remotely witty to say, and it is, for once, a good feeling.

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Chipped nailpolish and all

April 6, 2007

My friend Shadee wrote a column for the Chronicle. The column provided yet another testament as to why the Chronicle message boards and discussion sections should be moderated. “Go back to Iran,” “Shia whore,” “bitch,” “traitorous snake,” – are some of the choice epithets the Chronicle team is basically allowing to be expressed on their turf, stifling meaningful debate and making a mockery of free speech. The entire Chronicle site is a breeding ground for trolls, and an embarrassment to Duke.

OK, having said that, I don’t agree with Shadee’s column. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I agreed with any of her arguments. I can sort of see what she’s trying to get at, but, once again, hyperbole gets in the way: the problem with Duke feminism isn’t pink nail polish, or something along the same lines, it’s the fact that a relatively small, but very visible minority of girls let guys treat them like dirt, and a relatively small, but very visible minority of guys thinks that this is just the way things ought to be. These same girls are then touted as “symbols” of Duke undergraduate life in shallow articles like the one vomited out by Rolling Stone last year. And real issues take a backseat to the gaudy drama. It can be especially hard for incoming freshmen to wade through all this BS.

Aside from the trolls, a couple of intelligent voices pointed out that femininity does not equal subjugation. I would like to qualify this statement: femininity does not always equal subjugation. Why do I say this? Because human beings always find creative ways to oppress themselves. You can be oppressed by your lipstick – if your entire life revolves around your appearance. The other problem lies within the way that femininity becomes a standard for everyone; just think about those whiny guys who troll on feminist websites and act pissed off about “hairy, butch bitchez,” as if there aren’t enough very feminine girls to gawk at, as if the “bitchez” ought to exist solely for the aesthetic pleasure of said whiny guys (Please. I own more skirts than I do pants – and I can regularly be seen sashaying down the sidewalks at Duke, at least for the time being – if the “bitchez” are getting you down by not dressing and acting in the way that you like, go outside and observe the rest of the world going about its business. Just leave other people alone.).

A large number of heterosexual women on campus will dress in the manner that will attract the opposite sex. There are many ways to attract men, and there’s a fetish for practically everything out there (from leather to aluminum foil to clown suits), but generally, there’s something about a woman’s curves and wiles that gets most men looking. Feminine clothing tends to highlight said curves and wiles. This isn’t true of everyone, and it certainly shouldn’t be forced on people the way it often is now, but it is what it is.

Underneath it all, we’ve got mating instincts working against all common sense. Perhaps I’m being cynical, but it’s been a cynical sort of afternoon.

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Adrift in Wonderland

March 26, 2007

Hmm.

These lines in particular jumped out at me:

Our university is unwilling to take on the role of the guiding parent and, in the absence of an administration or student groups who aggressively push morality, some of us have gone adrift. I’m not saying that I want an administrative moral crackdown, but I am saying that without it, we need some other incentive to examine our moral behavior.

I agree with the notion that so many of us, both in college and afterward, become adrift at one point or another.

However: We. Are. Adults.

If, by the age of eighteen, you require a den mother to make sure that you make the right choices in life, you seriously need to step back and re-consider the last 1.8 decades of your existence. If you want someone to blame – start with the parents who “guided” you to the point of making sure that your fragile infant skull would threaten to crack open the minute a serious moral dilemma threatened to invade your weighty, SAT-busting brain. If I seem bitchy – I’m not trying to be – I had an impossible time deciding between Peach Tea and Lemon Tea Snapple when I first got to Duke; questioning my own morality, or lack thereof, was a feat worthy of Hercules, Joan of Arc, and that badass bear from His Dark Materials combined. But if Little Miss Prissy Pants (i.e. me) could figure things out for herself, so can you.

Being born, growing up – these things are messy. In fact, life is messy in general, from dirty pacifiers and dribbling applesauce to blood and guts. Even the most pampered generation in this country’s history can learn to frickin’ deal with that. And the only real incentive we can ever hope to have is our own desire to do the right thing. No?

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I will not discuss the state of Duke Basketball

March 10, 2007

Because I am in my happy place now.

Happy place… Happy place… Lower… Lower…

 Go tell the Spartans, Passerby, That here, obedient to their laws, We lie.

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Speaking of “elite institutions of higher learning”

March 5, 2007

Another day, another gem published in The Chronicle:

Now, for the sake of context, please check out the column that the fine gentleman is referencing. Got all that? Now on to the gem:

Jacqui Detwiler asks “why on earth” parents would not want their daughters spared from STDs (“‘H’ is for ‘Hussy,’” Feb. 28). The condescending rhetoric aside, we know the only sure way of doing that is to altogether avoid premarital sex-not to receive injections of Gardasil. But Detwiler’s column portrays the opponents of forced HPV vaccination as arrogant fools: First, she bills them as ignorant, then as hypocritical, then as self-righteous (an easy stereotype), and finally as motivated by blind fear. In fact, however, there are many people who think that there is something more important than living a sexually active life free of anxiety, more important even than a simple (though essential) resistance to the tyranny of forcing new and unnecessary drugs into the bodies of others.

In truth, many of the people Detwiler criticizes are young girls themselves, often religiously motivated, who want to and will lead chaste lives. Others are the young men who will one day wed these girls. To them, the “hookup” is never an option because they recognize that sex transcends the carnal; the bodies of their future wives are sacred realms into which they dare not trespass without the blessing of the Church and the hand of God for guidance. These should not be forced to waste money and incur health risks for a vaccine that they will never require. They think, as I do, that it is a grave disservice to our country to make public policy on the assumption that our children cannot control their sexual desires. I pray Detwiler will refrain from a pathetic and insulting portrayal of these good men and women in the future.

Justin Noia

Pratt ’09

Justin, honey, I know you’re like, a sophomore, and so I won’t be hypocritical: when I was a sophomore, I said and wrote a lot of stupid stuff too. You are in Pratt, however, and considering how smug engineers are toward us Trini-tards (no offense to mentally challenged people, most of whom are probably better human beings than I, intended), I expected better, to be honest.

I will respond in bullet-form, to make it easy on you:

a) “…many of the people Detwiler criticizes are young girls themselves, often religiously motivated, who want to and will lead chaste lives. Others are the young men who will one day wed these girls.” – This is garden-variety sexism, and most suave anti-boinkers are above that. The girls, you see, are “chaste” – but we don’t mention anything about the guys, other than the fact that they, one day, will want to “wed” these comely madonnas. Please. You’re a Duke student, get your rhetoric right!!! The Chronicle staff that let this one pass into the public realm? They’re all laughing at you right now, Justin. They might talk about “diversity of opinion” and whatnot, but in reality, they just want you make a fool of yourself. And you succeed admirably.

b) “A vaccine they will never require”? What kind of world do you live in, J? You may be too busy envisioning your pure and sacred wedding night, but the rest of us are looking around, and are noticing that… people cheat on each other. That inanimate “sacred realm” you’re harping on about – she (I know it’s hard to think of her as a human being, but for Eru’s sake, try) may very well get cancer, and die, after her dearly beloved succumbs to a little temptation on a Vegas business trip.

c) Speaking of the world we live in… Ever heard of “sexual assault”? I know, I know, you’re convinced that sexual assault is something that happens to drunken “bad girls” as they crawl home at 4 a.m. with a bottle of rum under their arm and their panties on their head (not that this would somehow make it OK to assault a woman – no matter what your high-minded ideals of “purity” require)… But since we’re arguing over whether or not the vaccine should be required for EVERYONE, as opposed to only said “bad girls,” here’s a little wake-up call for you: The majority of women are raped by someone they know and trust. A friend of mine was gang-raped at thirteen by four thugs on the stairwell of her apartment building – perhaps she also deserves to get cancer and die? How about the girl who was raped by her uncle? The girl raped by her teacher? The girl raped by her best friend? Oh, and the one who was forced to do it at knife-point by her, and I know you’ll appreciate this, “Christian” boyfriend? They met at Sunday school! I hate to break it to you, but for as long as sex, in many instances, remains involuntary, so should a life-saving vaccine.

d) It’s funny that you’re not out campaigning against seat-belts, J. I mean, come on, by your own brilliant logic – they encourage a life of speeding, also “free of anxiety” – or relatively free, at least. How about airbags? Or sterile hypodermic needles? – I mean, they might encourage some heroin-addicts to let go of their anxiety! Nicorette gum? It encourages people to lead an anxiety-free “smoking existence”! Flouride? It encourages people to eat sweets with impunity! I won’t even get into something like condoms, fie fie fie!!!

How about we finally come out and say what’s really going on here: J-man thinks that girls who’ve ever had a wee-wee up their hoo-hah are dirty, disgusting little minxes. And they should be punished. Cancer is a wonderful means of delivering said punishment – it’s so much more mysterious and indirect than, say, throwing a bunch of rocks and splitting the minxes’ skulls open. Why, you can practically claim that it’s divinely ordained!

Ah, Duke. The one thing I can say about this place is that it never, ever gets boring. *smoochies*

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Intellectual Cyclists on a Rampage: A Horror Story

March 4, 2007

In the past month, I’ve experienced three near-collisions. Not because I was wasted (shut up, everyone), not because I was freshening up my mascara in the rearview mirror, and certainly not because I was receiving road-head, but because… and I’m going to take a few deep breaths here… Bicyclists. On. Campus. Think. They. Are. Bloody. Pedestrians.

Newsflash for you, Walter Cronkite (no, this expression does not get old – I refuse to believe it) – bicycles move faster than pedestrians. And I am not a cage-fighter, my reflexes simply do not allow me to brake in time if you suddenly decide to zip across my lane without signaling.

Signaling is essential. I learned it when I was six. I was not, as much as I hate to admit it, a wunderkind – it wasn’t hard. Tying my shoelaces and mixing a decent martini were much bigger battles… *cough*

Sharing and caring is also a concept that the majority of us learn early on, unless we happen to be sociopaths, of course. One of the good things about cycling on campus is the fact that most people who drive cars understand said concept fairly well – unlike in other environments. Getting on a bike to go from your dorm to your chemistry class is cheap and convenient – and better than subjecting yourself to the infernal horrors of the bus system. The good things in life are free, or almost free, and learning basic bike etiquette is not a huge price to pay.

The girl who abandoned her lane and decided to turn left, without signaling or as much as looking, right when I was gearing up to pass her (cars move faster than bicycles, it’s a fact of life, much like death and taxes), she knew nothing about sharing and caring. I was turning right, so when I slid to a stop next to her, heart still firmly lodged in throat, I rolled my window and said, as politely as possible, “Could you please signal next time?”

Her ears were plugged up and her iPod was blaring so loudly that even I could hear the semi-mournful notes of Death Cab for Cutie – an oddly appropriate choice, all things considered. She didn’t hear me as she proceeded to dart across the road in front of an oncoming pick-up, firmly convinced that the pedestrian crossing would throw up a protective force-field around her. The pick-up’s brakes screeched, but she didn’t hear them either, of course.

Tragedy was avoided at the last possible minute and the Greek chorus in my head wandered off in search of wood-nymphs in the surrounding Duke Forest.

I hate car-culture with a passion (I wish I wasn’t forced to participate in it) – but even this was a bit much. Almost as bad, in fact, as that time earlier in the week when I was headed off campus – and a cyclist decided to pass another cyclist by veering off his lane and smack in front of me without so much as a signal or a backward glance – while we were on a frickin’ bridge.

And this, ladies and gentlemen, is happening all around a place that is, the last time I checked, an elite establishment of higher learning. Off of to East Campus, within feet of the university – cyclists tend to be polite and watchful and unencumbered with blaring iPods.

This entire thing is a Holmes-worthy mystery of enormous proportions, but I am too busy trying to avoid maiming people to solve it.

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No comment

February 27, 2007

Be silent.

Be still.

*Natalia’s head explodes. Brain matter splatters onto the coffeetable and Zara the dog.*

This column – and the ensuing “debate” in the comments section – makes it all the more apparent that people at Duke and around Duke do not speak the same language. The communication breakdown is almost complete – all we need now is for John Waters to show up (why? Why not?).

Frankly, the implications that the atmosphere surrounding the rape claims in both cases (Lax and Sigma house) has on race relations in America ARE SIMPLY MORE IMPORTANT THAN THE WELL-BEING OF ONE WOMAN (OR EVEN TWO). Dialogue over social issues, no matter how controversial the topic, is simply a higher priority right now.

*Natalia’s spleen explodes.*

*Natalia is the headless, spleen-less rider. She can’t even enjoy her damn coffeebreak anymore.*

*Natalia will not provide an actual commentary on Stephen Miller’s column. Natalia is fed up with being attacked over these issues.*

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Things fall apart

February 15, 2007

*** I wanted to say something all morning since I saw this during breakfast (yes, I’m a dork), and am FINALLY on break!***

Certain things that were said to me in Amanda Marcotte’s (in)famous Duke lacrosse thread have floated up here.

I ignored ginmar’s trolling – I ignored her every time she attacked me personally. Her style of conversation is poisonous – I saw not point in responding. I believe that it is precisely that style of conversation that tends to discredit a lot of the things that ginmar tries to get across. I think this entire episode was extremely unfortunate, more so for Amanda than myself.

Amanda’s comments to me in that thread were harsh and, I believe, unfair, though not nearly as vitriolic as anything that ginmar said. I don’t believe that Amanda = ginmar. Neither do I believe that feminists should no longer be taken seriously, or that someone like Amanda deserves to be viciously attacked and raped (I am referring to the hate-mail that has come her way in recent days, of course). I do believe that Amanda should reexamine her style – particularly in regards to how she treats her opponents, if said opponents disagree with her respectfully (no one should have to suffer trolls).

I would like to thank Cathy Young. Not because she lavished me with attention, or because she’s my buddy (well, I don’t know her at all, but she does like fanfic – so let’s give credit where credit is due), but because she fired back at ginmar for something that was an entirely inappropriate, hurtful comment. No one else was going to do it, obviously. I wasn’t going to do it. I am, oddly enough, used to this kind of crap. Maybe I shouldn’t be.

I would also like to thank Ilyka, who stood up for me, and whose blog continues to be an – excuse the Hallmark greeting card style – an inspiration.

I’m done pouting whie simultaneously wading through the bullshit for the day. I’m going to have my coffee. Onward, soldiers.

P.S. I’m not a rape victim. I’ve experienced sexual assault and abuse, but the now equally (in)famous North Carolina definition of rape does not apply to me – in case you’re curious.

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It never ends

February 14, 2007

No, really.

I’m tired of this. I’m tired of this. I’m bloody tired of this, OK?

Duke is suffering from this – in more ways than it may actually be apparent. Duke may be evolving through this – but I just don’t see an evolution.

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