At least since I have been on campus and Shirley Tilghman has been University president – both situations date to fall 2001 – the Princeton Tory and the Organization of Women Leaders have not been able to get along.
Listening to The Band, I sometimes imagine myself walking through wild cornfields on a cool summer’s night, across ivy lanes, past broken baseball fields and mom-and-pop diners, trying to find my way home.
Jennifer Connelly has become incredibly good at portraying women whose lives are swirling round and around on the verge of going completely down the toilet. In fact, she won an Oscar for A Beautiful Mind playing such a character and should have won one for her role in Requiem for a Dream, too.
We tune in, week after week, eagerly waiting for a glimpse into the world that is The O.C. Some of us have enthusiastically handed over the Wednesday 9 p.m. time slot, foregoing The Bachelor for this fresher prime time guilty pleasure.
I am perhaps the only card-carrying socialist who will admit that he loves Starbucks. My leftist friends, even the ones who aren’t nearly as active as I am, find this sort of behavior revolting. I’m already on probation for being a Zionist, saying that the left doesn’t know all the answers to war and peace, and being chummy with the bureaucrats in Nassau Hall.
Walking through the offices of Clure Concept Inc., twenty stories above the throbbing midtown traffic of a Tuesday afternoon, the scene is typical. Phones purr behind cubicle walls, young execs file out of transparent conference rooms. These hurried sharp-lookers could be selling insurance or optical fibers, analyzing market data or brokering mergers.
I haven’t ever written for the Nassau Weekly. But I have wanted to get this story off of my chest for quite some time, and it has somehow managed not to find a way into any of the other campus newspapers and magazines.
A wise man once (last week) asked me to explain something to him without using any vowels. A bit daunted, I found the task impossible and instead opted to point at a body part and back away. Yet days later, still inspired by this man’s intellectually stimulating challenge, I considered trying to write this article without using the word “vagina.
Junior year, I was losing fights with acne, schoolwork, and my love life. But then I started working out and following my dermatologist’s orders. One day during a heat wave, I wore a wife-beater (and my newly clear skin) to school, and the ugly duckling became a swan.
I am going to start off by saying, for the record, that I happen to like Bill O’Reilly. I almost never agree with what he has to say, but I almost always find him entertaining. If we can agree that the purpose of television is primarily to entertain (at least in our society), then Bill must be doing something right.