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lost in brunonia // zo hoffman
LETTER FROM THE EDITORS Were not gonna lie. There were a few bumps in the road. Writers fell out of touch; trusted veterans left the helm. The time apart has done us some good. The Narragansett tastes sweeter, the Stella crisper. But let us just say its nice to be back. Jennie produces genius not once but twice; the two of us are left out of Sexicons target demographic yet again; and Clara continues to dream aloud of putting the paper to bed before Jos closes. Ah, the joys of post- in fall. So here it is, our firstborn. Take time with her. Go ahead, turn to the sex page. But then read one or two of the other pieces. Theyre quite good. Until next week,
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here there be dragons // jennie young carr just dress for success // amelia stanton and jennie young carr freaks in the city // clay aldern
will work for food // jane brendlinger shop til you add/drop// kate doyle sexicon // MM kiss em goodbye // sexy sadie
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Were no longer friends with anyone from freshman year. We hate hipsters, but ironically, because were hipsters. We dont travel in packs anymore. We can handle our alcohol (addictions).
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Frat life has lost its luster now that weve seen the bedrooms. We f*cking love cocaine! We have ventured downtown. Twice. Status updates require an addendum. #hashtag We hate freshmen.
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Drinking from plastic water bottles used to be okay. Now its a sin worse than heteronormativity.
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We all know what September brings: homework, stress, and confirmation that summer could maybe, just possibly be over. Over-air-conditioned offices become a distant memory, the number of EUROTRIP 2K11 Facebook albums begins to dwindle, and the library looms in the distance, hinting at the 12-page paper you already have to write on feminist aesthetics for tomorrow. At first, the prognosis looks bleak. Somewhere in the back of our minds, though, we can remember having gotten through these intimidating hardships before, sloughing through the fall months to emerge victorious on the other side. But how? How can we cast aside our post-summer grieving to come to accept, maybe even enjoy, the new semester upon us? Tip #1: Indulge your inner shopaholic. Those first two weeks at Brown are a time of chaos, with marathon sprints across campus and Banner carts stuffed to capacity. Yet, after a summer of sitting home alone or working a minimum-wage job in stuffy business casual it can be liberating to get back to class. Three months of following someone elses orders makes us forget the beauty of setting our own schedule. The 7 AM alarm clocks of your corporate summer cease to ring when you swear off all 9 AM classes. Despite the added stress, make sure to relish this magical time. Forage through the cast-offs to find that little gem of a class hidden in the depths of Banner just waiting for someone to try it on for size. And make sure to choose wisely. Itd be a shame to realize a few weeks too late that a class is going to ruin your life all the way til December. Tip #2: Stash a bottle away in case of emergencies. As past experience has shown, a few glasses of wine can help the words flow a little more freely while writing a paperand might help you tune out the pregaming of those noisy next door neighbors. Despite its faults, alcohol has the strange ability to make the most tedious of events bearable and the most ordinary veer toward the exotic. So make sure one of your first stops back in Providence is to Spiritus or Campus Wines. If you have to work on a Thursday night, grab that stowaway bottle of Yellowtail, fill a picnic basket with snatched Ratty goods, and set up shop in a prime people-watching spot on the Main Green. With a slight buzzwhich you should increase accordingly based on the proximity of the weekendno task will seem too mundane. Tip #3: Live every day like its Halloween. A girl walks by dressed in a nightgown, kneelength American-flag socks, and sparkly gold shoes. A
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boy follows close behind wearing a fur vest and nothing else. No, this isnt Halloweenthis scene is taken straight from the Main Green on a Tuesday afternoon. With theatrics as the norm here at Brown, make sure to compile your own collection of distinctive and versatile (and dare I say heinous) costumes. We may roll our eyes at the thought of a Rubiks Cube or Toga party, but in reality these events are anything but pass. Why simply escape your work when you can escape yourself altogether? Reinvention spawns creativity, spices up an evening, and, perhaps most importantly, breaks up the monotony that can erode our senses. So ditch the tired student look and become Wonder Woman, Farmer Joe, or a slutty nurse (or teacher or catholic school girl ) for a night. The envy youll inspire around Halloween will make those trips to Goodwill worth every penny. Tip #4: Pimp your pad. Walking into that depressing white cell of a room can cast a dark pall over even the sunniest of attitudes. As soon as possible, fill your room with trinkets from the flea market, dusty rock-band posters you found stuffed in the corner of your attic, or smiling pictures that recall a time when you werent bogged down with stress. Go ahead and buy that 59 dollar matching throw pillow from Pottery Barn youve had your eye on, or a hand-painted serving platter perfect for those potluck dinners youll never throw. Successful rooms run the gamut from Vineyard Vines preppy (think pink with green accents, with plenty of black-and-white photos of WASP-y families on sailboats) to hipster austerity (obligatory charcoal sketches pinned haphazardly to the wall, juxtaposed with decaying jam jarsfound art pieces, if you will). No matter what you fill it with, your room should be a safe haven from the outside world. We all need a comfortable nest where we can watch the latest episode of The Real Housewives of Beverly Hillswithout the judgment of prying neighbors. Tip #5: When possible, calm the f*ck down. This tip is the most important, but also the most difficult to follow. When we get stressed, we do ridiculous things. We convince ourselves that we need to stay in on a Saturday night in order to complete a one-page response paper. We snap after hearing at lunch that most students from our major go on to work at American Apparel. Instead of tearing your hair out at every moment of strain and uncertainty, relax a bit. Allow yourself a Thursday night beer at the GCB or a froyo break on Thayer. Unshackle yourself from your weekly planner and do something spontaneous. While these seemingly insignificant activities might not win any of us a Rhodes scholarship, they are vital to keeping body and soul together, propelling us forward when we feel like well be forever stuck in the day-to-day grind. September to December is a fight for survivala challenge thrust upon us by the school calendar. But its possible to get through more or less unscathed with a little effort. Put down this publication, take in the changing leaves and think about how good those Blue Room muffins are. Youll realize something: Summer might be at an end, but for all our complaints, its good to be back.
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... noting that Christopher Hitchens is still angr y ... Arguably. ... listening to Girl and wondering how the people that brought you Combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell wrote the greatest pop song of all time.
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Twitters smoke-and-mirrors advertising monetization, Google wants to round out its existing suite of offerings with what amounts to an interactive nametagits most interested in using names as labels for interests rather than people. Mashables Ben Parr describes Google+s standout feature, Circles:
Facebook is not a social network. Twitter is not a social network. These websites are surrogates and aggregators of facsimiled interactions, imitators belonging to a world of for-loops and if-statementsnot a social world at all. For the purposes of this article, lets follow Webster and take social to mean, tending to form cooperative and interdependent relationships with others. Social networks are thus not social by their failure to engender actual interdependence. They still revolve around a web of interconnected users, but this web only presents the illusion of interdependencein fact, all roads lead to dollar signs. Facebook, Twitter, and their internet kin, realizing that little money lies in facilitating written exchange, have revised their initial idealism for the sake of profit, seeking not to connect one person to another but to disconnect a person from him- or herself. Weve all seen this phenomenon in Facebooks increasingly relevant and increasingly creepysidebar ads. Facebook seeks to know more about an individual than that individual knows, to create an online identity more appealing and less thrifty than the sun-starved shell clacking at the keyboard. Facebook holds the keys to each users manufactured kingdom and deftly loosens the lock on his or her wallet. But wait, you say. What about Google+, the new kid on the block? Googles foray into the social web which, as hinted above, we should keep distinct from social networks combines Twitters off-the-cuff updates and one-way following with a Facebook-inspired interface and Wall- and News Feed-like functionality. This feature buffet places Google+ squarely between Facebook and Twitter, but this combination makes Google+ different from its predecessors. Google didnt launch Google+ to compete with Facebook and Twitterthe Internet King has no need to compete with peons. The Google ecosystem focuses on utility rather than illusion. In lieu of Facebook and
The focus of this social project is not on sharing with a mass group of friends, but on targeted sharing with your various social groups [M]ost social media services (read: Facebook, Twitter) havent been successful with friend lists because theyve been designed as a tack-on product rather than being integrated at every level. On its surface, Google+ intends to socialize the entire web experience. Sparks, Google+s answer to Facebooks Interests, means to give users access to ready-made communities of individuals with similar hobbiesif Google+ were Twitter, Justin Bieber would have millions of Sparks. People threw their information at these companies like panties at a Beatles concert under the auspice of connection. The optimist in me wants to believe that everyone involvedthe users and the companiessincerely wanted a more connected world. The realist expects that the companies needed to find a way to monetize their products and didnt want to thrust a paid service on their users, so they opted for an ads-based system (Facebooks being the most successful due to their targeted ads technology). And the pessimist thinks that monetization was the goal to begin with. Of course, these goals arent mutually exclusive. Site maintenance, feature provisions, and bandwidth all cost money, so its entirely conceivable that a site would aim for connectivity while keeping one eye on its bottom line. The tension here isnt between making money and serving the users; its between serving the users and milking them like the cash cows they are. At this point, its worth noting that Google+ still doesnt have ads, the sine qua non of Google. Memoirs have been written on Googles love for advertising (if you dont believe me: http://www.adweek.com/news/ technology/early-google-hire-tellsall-133658); Googles billions are built on the sum of companies paying pennies for individual clicks. But their assault on the social web has no advertisements. The interface is relatively clear of blue links. What could Google, the advertising behemoth of the modern age, want to do with a no-ads zone? Why
the ad platform and the data-gathering device. Through Google+, Google simply wants to learn more about youthey explicitly designed the Sparks feature to serve up relevant social posts about a users interests, and its nothing short of nave to hope that the data obtained through a persons sparks wont be used elsewhere in the Google labyrinth. You should use Google+ because its going to be your only choice. The downfall of Facebook and Twitter will be the coextensiveness of their ad and content platforms. Let me revise that statement: The downfall of Twitter will be its disregard for relevance. (Try searching for a topic on Twitter.) The downfall of Facebook will be the proximity of its ad platform and content farm. (Ever notice how Facebook asks why you wanted to delete an ad? Theyre gathering info about you then, too.) Google+s combination of these paradigms nullifies them both. Since 1999, Google has been King of Relevance, but it seems theyve been hankering to join another game. They decided to monetize shortly after proving the worth of their algorithm, and, like television networks have done for decades, Google went with ads. For a lot of us, the ads are just a nuisance. As they become more relevant, they seem mostly just to match the top result or two in the list of blue links. I dont know about you, but I go out of my way to scroll down the page and click those links rather than feed
ganic links. In short, we may soon no longer use the same internet. This repository of information, this gift to studentkind, may soon be so personalized as to render even relevance obsolete. The internetas filtered through Google searchesmay presuppose a mandate of pertinence: Does this result belong in my menagerie of interests? Does it fit into the factual online self I have cultivated? In the internets first post-search incarnation, mutual links and complicated algorithms determined relevance. The logged-in web (check the top of your screen on Google.com) has gradually replaced pure digital relevance with human interests. The obsolescence of relevance is at once dangerous and advantageous: it devolves quickly into solipsism but thrives on specificity. As the algorithm gets to know you, you get to know yourself better; the internet has a chance to tell you who (it thinks) you are. Googles data harvest, Google+, subverts the tired trope of online simulacra. The online identity becomes realitythe names of people become labels for containers of interests, purchases, and clicksand the person becomes simply a shell in need of sustenance.
struggling to attain, and so Suits gives us scotch-sipping Harvey Specter and his store of one-liners. Faced with a depressing reality, we take refuge in Suits shrewd escapism. The shows appeal can be summed up in its title. Were fascinated by the trappings of success, represented in the show by its characters impeccably tailored, outrageously expensive suits. Were equally entranced by the possibility of transformation, of a shortcut to success. You can become anything, the show suggests, if only you put on the right suit.
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also rooted in sweet but fleeting acquaintances. Nienka and Maurice, fellow WWOOFers from Holland who live out of their camping car and sell digiridoos. Mahe, Cciles demonic two year old who would pee without abandon on the floor of his home. And Bernard, who showed me how to make tomato sauce and a great zucchini pasta. I dont think Ill be WWOOFing again soon Ive done my share of weeding for a lifetime. But I feel I must go back, if only to eat my share of dandelions.
price of James Joyce and the Modern Novel. Ive knocked forlornly at the entrance to the creative writing workshop shop, which (said the note on the door) would remain staunchly closed up until Monday, and open then only to a select clientele. Ive internet browsed. Ive impulse-purchased a theatre class and been forced to make a return. Ive wondered whether its just the marketing that made me believe life would be meaningless without TA22: Persuasive Communication. Thus in place of in deo speramus, I submit for the University motto: Shop til you drop, then shop more, and then whine about it a lot. (Anyone care to translate to Latin for me?) At least we can all lend a sympathetic ear; shoppers fatigue and a metaphorical loose wallet seem to be campus-wide plagues from which none among us is
spared. Which seems to me to say a thing or two about what it is to be (as my grandfather once termed it) a Brownie. If you spin it in a good light (and dont mind that itll reek of admissions literature warm-and-fuzzy), shopping period stands for Brown at its best, for academic freedom, for a student body so eager to learn a thing or two that itll willingly run itself into the ground for week and a halfall in the good name of intellectual fulfillment. In a less sunny take on things, you might say shopping is a cutesy, even belittling terma flimsy, happy-golucky mask on an unhealthy and rarely acknowledged campus-wide compulsion to literally do it all. Its a term that makes it easy to downplay just how lunatic our present behavior would strike any outsider. Add to this the fact that
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been around since the 40s. Theres a biological rationale for the nearly century-long precedence of female birth control (synthetic progesterone, which can prevent ovulation in women, was developed in the 1930s from research on plants like sarsaparilla and yams), but the delay has certainly been culturally enforced. Once the demand for birth control had been met, and continued to be met, by oral contraceptive pills for women, a pill for men came to seem a little superfluousand, according to some suffragettes, possibly immoral. Funny, right? Im using all my authorial energy to abstain from a riot grrrl tirade on why male contraceptive pills are the best idea since bullet vibrators, while the feminists of yesteryear are rolling in their graves. Second- and Third-Wavers believed it was empowering for women to choose their own contraceptives, to have the sex they wanted, to exercise control over their own bodies. Which is totally right on. Male condoms are the most effective barrier method, but they do put the contraceptive power in the hands (crotches?) of men. Not to mention theyre a little less pleasurable
n. pregnancy-preventive measures for dudes that dont include vasectomies or barrier methods
than unprotected sex (though yall should always be using condoms for STI- if not pregnancy-prevention anyway). Female birth control pills (and shots, and rings, and implantations, and patches) are so amazing because they allow women to do whatever the hell they feel like without worrying about a fetus showing up. The predication for lot of O.G. feminist ideology is that Men Cant Be Trusted. Its times like these that I roll my eyes and go buy myself a box of doms: when reactionary behaviors start to look a lot like the paradigms to which theyre reacting (i.e., when women limit their contraceptive options to gynocentric methods, irrespective of equally effective methods for dudes). Women have the right to prevent pregnancy however they choose. But so do guys. At this point, there are a few prospective kinds of male contraceptive pills, the most exciting of which is the non-hormonal option, gamendazole, derived from anticancer medication that interrupts gamete production and results in nonviable sperm. There are hormonal meds in the works, using testosterone and progestin to stop sperm production. And the effects of all the pills so far have been reversibleone guy on gamendazole fathered a baby between clinical trials. There are plenty of women myself includedwho love the autonomy, safety, and freedom that the Pill provides, but whose bodies react poorly to the hormonal changes. Mood change, depression, weight gain, cramps, altered menstrual flow, nausea, and boob-aches are some of the symptoms women can experience from hormonal birth controland if you have a clotting disorder, or high blood pressure, or liver problems, it may be dangerous to take the Pill in the first place. When I think about an oral contraceptive thats effective, reversible, and non-hormonal, I get amped. If a sexual partner told me he was on the Pill, Id stick my tongue down his throat and rip off his boxers then and there. The way I see it, the more contraceptive options there existaccessibly, effectively, and safelythe more freedom to have the sex we want.
In the three months since my last column, millions of people have fooled around, fallen in love, found their G-spots, bought a butt-plug, tasted semen, worn a dom, and been touched where theyd never been touched before. A slew of New Yorkers tied the knot when the state legalized gay marriage in July. Anthony Weiner resigned from Congress after his cock selfies went viral. DSK was arrested, and then acquitted, for sexually assaulting a maid, and Lincoln Chafey signed a bill for same-sex civil unions, bringing Rhode Island that much closer to marriage equality. When the press went bat-shit about some studies on Neanderthal nookie, it became clear to me that sex, as reliably as a hurricane or a debt-ceiling crisis, will always make the news. All summer, theres been a lot of hype around the development of male contraceptive pills, making a lot of people who engage in hetero banging pretty excitedand anxious. To most of my peers, it makes a lot of sense. We have a lot of questions as to why exactly its taken until 2011 for male oral contraceptives to develop, as female birth control pills have
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girlfriend. Maybe you intimidate him. Or maybe he really likes you and just cant think of a cool enough excuse to text you. Think about it like this: If hes too scared to text you now, what makes you think he can provide intimacy and open communication in a hypothetical relationship? Theres no point in worrying about why you got rejected. Chances are its got nothing to do with you, babe. If he doesnt call, its not a reflection on you. It just might mean that he has got other things in his life that actually indicate that he would be a bad fit for you, like a girlfriend or a problem with intimacy. I heard once that Mans rejection is Gods protection, and it makes sense. Looking back, I wish that I had been rejected more. If only those guys could have told me before we got involved, Sorry, I have a girlfriend. Or, Im terrified of how confident you are. Or, my all-time favorite, I just got out of a psychiatric hospital and its not a good time for me to date. (I cant make this stuff up.) If Id been warned about these issues before we started dating--a simple sorry, not interested would have done the trick--it would have stung for a bit, but it would have hurt a lot less than the heartbreak and general confusion I endured from not being informed. I get better at dealing with rejection every time it happens. The first time I got passed over, I was 14, and I watched in horror as my zitfaced crush slobbered all over another girl on the Bar Mitzvah dance floor. I sobbed silently in a bathroom stall, Snoop Doggs Drop It like Its Hot playing faintly in the background. As I got older and began dating, the more rejection I experienced. Its a simple issue of numbers. And because its happened more than once, I can put it all in perspective. Knowing Ive gotten over rejection in the past-even when I never thought I would (a la seventh grade dreamboat)--reminds me that nothing feels all that bad. Today, I cant imagine crying to Snoop Dogg over a guy who ditched me. Because now, rejection feels like a little pinch. Sometimes, its just plain funny. And it always makes for great material to discuss with my girlfriends over lunch. One of those girlfriends, of course, is Lara, who is a perfect example of how rejection liberates us. After we left our Brazilian counterparts that night, we stumbled into the streets of Boston. As we passed by a bar, we decided to pop in. Within minutes, two men approached us and we all hit it off and exchanged numbers. Lara called me the other day. Shes still with the guy from the bar, and its only because the Brazilian rejected her that she met her new beau. Hes great in bed. And actually kind of funny. In Lara-speak, this means that shes in love. In short, when someone rejects us, its not the end of the world. In fact, its a gift. And in return, we can say, Thanks for the information. Now, whos next? A few nights ago, my friend Lara and I found ourselves in a living room filled with 10 very attractive Brazilian men taking turns serenading us with jazz piano. How we stepped into this rendezvous with those hunky Brazileros is another, much longer story. Lara had her eye on one particular guy. I want him, she said decisively when we arrived. I watched in awe as Lara confidently cracked sexual jokes and aggressively grabbed this strangers hips. I admire that Lara goes for what she wants, and its no coincidence that her phone is constantly buzzing with texts from different guys. But although her charm and beauty usually have guys falling over her, this one just wasnt biting the bait. Lets go, she said after a while. Im too much sand for this guys truck. My time with Lara made me wonder about rejection. Lara seems to possess no fear of being turned down but were not all that lucky. Were nervous. We think that if we are rejected, its a reflection on us: Oh, I must not be attractive enough. Im not cool enough. And sadly, there will be times in your life when someone will not see how great you are. Thats okay. It really is that persons losscause you and I both know that youre hot stuff. But rejection also happens for all sorts of other reasons that have nothing to do with you. Maybe he has a