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THE TWIG
MARCH I. 1982
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English 358
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consideration to any criticisms submitted In writing and
signed by the writer.
Heard in passing
by Lauren F. Worthington
Men ail operate in the
same way, using specific
“lines" when they Ulk to
girls. First, they use one of the
many pick-up routines:
- You look so familiar,
haven’t we met before?
-1 think I’d really like to get
to know you better.
- You're the kind of girl I
want to marry.
- But, you would be the first.
- I ha^^e this really great
stereo upstairs, don’t you
want to see it?
- Since you’ve already
missed your curfew...
- But we get along so well, I
just figured...
• I’ve never felt this way
about a girl before.
- It sure is crowded in here,
why don’t we step outside?
After the girl is nabbed, a
man’s attention tends to
wander, and he comes up with
some incredible excuses:
- I only went out with her
once, and we really didn’t do
mucii of anything anyway.
- But that was a long time
ago. I hardly even think about
her anymore.
•She’s not my girlfriend. We
just go out once in a while.
And ultimately there
comes the dump:
- You’re such a nice girl;
you deserve someone better
than me.
• Our relationship could
have had a great potential;
however...
- Could you get the phone
number of that cute blond that
lives on your hall?
• rii give you a call
tomorrow.
How can innocent girls
fight back? Well, turn the
tables. First, try using some
of these lines in simple
conversation;
Underwater basket
weaving, what an absolutely
intriguing major.
- So you’re from Winston-
Salem. Well, do you know...
These drinks are
wonderful, what are they?
• You’re really different
from other men, You’re so,
well, so above average.
- You don’t shag?! Well I’ll
just have to teach you.
- So you’re his roommate.
I’ve heard so much about you.
After becoming proficient
at line dropping, use a few of
these to. eliminate pesky
jerks:
■ Wait right here. I’ll be
back in a couple of minutes.
-1 don’t go out very much;
I’m about to finish my
doctorate in Nuclear
Engineering.
Nine-forty-five. My
goodness. I’d better find my
ride.
• I really better not. My six-
two offensive tackle boyfriend
at State might not be too
happy.
-Well, ifl’m not there in five
minutes go on and start
without me.
- Me, dance? Why sure, if
you don't mind mono.
-1 can only dance with you if
you ask my roommate as
well; she doesn’t like to stand
here by herself.
• My phone number? Sure,
it’s 821-5552
Maybe some of these lines
sound a little far-fetched but
they were actually heard in
passing. Still doubtful? Come
on now, ‘‘would 1 lie to you?”
From Career Services
Adventures in IVew Yorii
Wiiat’s a nice
... Woman ....
like you doing in
a place like this
I'm sitting here wondering if women object to being called
“girls" as much as men object to being called “boys.”
Phrases like “the girls in the office,’’ “the girls in the typing
pool,” and “the girls out front.” are certainly familiar to anyone
who spends time in an office. But how often do you hear about
"the boys in the office?”
Men over eighteen really seem to take objection to being
called “boys”. “Guys” is okay, “Guys” is slightly macho and,
therefore, acceptable as a relaxed phrase. But these same men
will refer to the women that work in their offices as "girls”.
Indeed, many women refer to each other as “the girls”. So, I
wonder, is it acceptable to women?
I suppose it could be acceptable for one woman to call another
“girl” wiiile it would be unacceptable for a man to do so. After all,
it’s a common rationale to say I call my sister (brother, father,
mother, lover, etc.) anything that I like, but you can’t do it. Love,
kinship, or camaraderie seems to permit verbal license.
I know so many women who have prepared themselves for a
career, invested in a good business wardrobe, carry nice leather
briefcases, and hold down good positions. Somehow, I can’t seem
to bring myself to refer to them as “one of the girls.”
Even as I write this I’m thinking what a petty point this
seems to be. After all, my mother is highly flattered if someone
calls her a “girl”. But, at a time when women have to face the
fact that for every one step forward they are often faced with a
three quarter step backwards, maybe the little things shouldn’t
be Ignored, Maybe it’s time to think about gaining the inch so that
you can take a mile.
ASCEND. 1980 Ed.
LETTERS?
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by Ann Stringfleld
New York is friendly.
Disregard the typo in my first
column.
It has come to my
attention that my employment
with the American Bible
Society has led some of you to
believe that I’ve become a
Jesus freak. Not to worry. I’m
neither selling flowers, nor
writing tracts.
Last night I stationed
myself at the corner of 5th
Avenue and E. 5lst and
watched the limos arrive for
“Night of 100 Stars.” I missed
Warren Beatty by a good two
hours; however, I did see
Richard Chamberlan, Ricky
Schroeder, Gavin MacLeod
and - ta da - “Luke.” Yes, the
girls went wild!
A few days ago, I
discovered I was broke.
Suddenly New York lost its
glamour.
Poverty is blatant in New
York City. The street people
spend the entire winter
looking for a warm place in
which to wait out their lives.
Shoved out of banks and fast
food places, they huddle over
sidewalk vents and steaming
sewers. And yet they survive.
I have discovered fear.
I’m not, talking al>out fear of
crime, etc. but fear of life
itself. Adult life. A life that is
my own responsibility. I feel
unprepared, I need more
cr^it hours.
There are worms in the
Big Apple of life.
Letter to the Editor
In the editorials printed in
The Twig this year. I have
noticed the absence of one
subject which should be of
great importance to all
Meredith students. This
subject is drunk driving and,
in particular, how our
legislators are handling this
problem. While watching the
news on Channel Five one
night, I was dismayed to learn
that many legislators feel that
raising the legal drinking age
is a bonafide solution to this
dilemma. I understand that
drunk driving is a problem in
our society; however, I do not
feel that raising the legal
drinking age is the answer.
According to Channel
Five, thirty-five percent of all
drunk-driving arrests involve
those between the ages of
eighteen and twenty-five.
This, however, means that
sixty-five percent of the
arrests involve people over
twenty-five, a point often
overlooked. Conclusively,
since those between the ages
of eighteen and twenty-one
comprise only a small fraction
of drunk-driving arrests,
raising the legal drinking age
would be controlling only a
fraction of our drunk drivers.
The accidents caused by
drunk drivers are of great
concern to me, especially
since my best friend’s brother
was killed by a drunk driver
on January 9, 1982, He was
twenty-one; the woman who
killed him is sixty-Uiree and
was drunk at four o’clock in
the afternoon. She was
charged with nothing more
than driving under the
influence. What’s more, her
name was never released to
the newspapers, and even my
friend's family had trouble
getting it. Yes, drunk driving
is a problem, but the way to
combat this dilemma is
through enforcement of the
laws and stricter
punishments, rather than
passage of useless legislation
raising the legal drinking age.
If you feel strongly about
this, I urge you to contact the
legislator from your district.
To find out the name and
address of your
representative, you may call
Legislative Services at 733-
7044.
Karen Anne Carlton
ANGEt
My teacher says the best way lo study a
Foreign language Is to write each word of
vocabulary on a single index card and then
carry the cards with you wherever you go...
... but somehow, there's gotta be a better
way!