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Dear Apartment-mate, use a plate
eveiy time you microwave your food.
No one wants to clean up after you.
Who in the hell runs all of these
MCG Twitter accounts?
I understand that Alice was a big
deal, but camping in line for four
hours before the doors open was
There’s no need to gasp when a male
steps foot on campus.
Seeing your green hair reminds me
of my high school days. You are in
college now. It is time to grow up.
Sony, I don’t like the Sound of
Music. Singing nuns aren’t one my
You decided to attend this college.
Stop talking smack.
Just because I go to Meredith does
not mean I want to be addressed
as “ma’am,” or “lady.” The binary
gender system does not fit everyone.
It is time to think about the T’ in
Am I the only Meredith student who
doesn’t watch The Bachelor?
No matter how many times you try
that recipe, it will never look like the
picture on Pinterest.
Let’s admit it. I want to hang out
with some of my professors after
seeing them perform in Alice.
If I were your wedding planner, I
might kill myself.
When I hear Meredith College get
called an “all girls school,” especially
,by q student, all I can do is SMH.
Why did you bring your bojfriend to
Since when did maroon gowns be
come Meredith’s tradition?
Stop griping about the maroon
I’m gonna commit to be fit, but right
after I eat this delicious Chick-Fil-A
Downtown Sports Bar used to be
fun before all of the people with fake
I.D’s started getting in.
Where do I even pick up a Herald?
A Subtle Hypocrisy
Suzanne Britt, Advisor
image via www.history.com
When Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
said, “I have a dream,” he was not
kidding. His vision was inspiring. His
message arrived not a minute too soon
and much too late. Racial injustice
is contemptible, and he knew it. But
something odd happened on the way
to the realization of Dr. King’s dream.
The dream turned into tiresome trib
utes to King’s memory, not, as I be
lieve he intended, into a radical vision
for the citizens of the United States.
Rev. A1 Sharpton, the sharpest tongue
on MSNBC, upbraided a Congressman
for launching into the usual sen
timental, even maudlin, tribute to
Dr. King. Sharpton wanted to know
why we aren’t applying King’s mes
sage to this day, right now.
Instead of taking action, as
King advocated, we have turned
him into an icon. In this way, we
can pay tribute to the oppressed
without having to do anything. I
watched the straggly crowd mak
ing their so-called “march” through
downtown Raleigh. The group,
mostly black, with a smattering of
whites, had no place to go and so
went nowhere. People my age well
remember the assassination of Dr.
King, on April 4, 1968, the year I
graduated from college. I remem
ber how shaken I was. I remember
that I actually believed that Dr.
King’s bold message would galva
nize the nation. And in a way, the
dream came true, at least officially.
Civil rights, affirmative action, an
emphasis on diversity—all these
became the mantras of subsequent
generations. But dreams can turn
into weird nightmares that stay
with you the next day, making you
feel a little creepy and out of sorts.
Since 1976, U.S. Presidents have
designated February as Black His
tory Month. These well-intentioned
efforts have produced a nation
in which citizens ease their con
sciences by paying temporary
tribute to those who have lived
their entire lives in the shadow of
bigotry. I love Morgan Freeman
and was pleased when he expressed
disdain for the hypocrisy of Black
History Month. We have paid “trib
ute” to other victims of injustice by
the same devious method; March
is Women’s History Month; May is
Asian Pacific American Heritage
Month; September 15th to October
15th is Hispanic Heritage Month;
November is American Indian Heri
tage Month. Sound suspicious? It is.
Any group that is neglected all year
and suddenly celebrated is right to
feel offended, not honored. Token
ism is a subtle hypocrisy. A man
once told me, “I don’t think women
are equal to men. I think women
are better!” He was very pleased
with himself, but my heart sank. He
didn’t get it. He would never get it.
Dr. King’s dream is about today,
not yesterday. When he died, I was
22. In February, I will be 66. This
weekend I watched the South Caroli
na primary. White males vied for the
nomination. Yes, a few token blacks
appeared as commentators, govern
ment officials, or campaign workers,
but I did not see a single person of
color in the crowds. I kept looking
for a Native American, a Latino,
an Asian, but the crowds for each
candidate looked like—how shall I
put it?—like the frat boys and soror
ity girls of my generation. It was a
Just Another Day in February
Emily Gamiel, Co-Editor
On February 14th, the world goes cra
zy. Balloons, flowers, candy and cards
proclaim love all around the world.
Chocolate-covered cherries, sugar-
coated and heart-shaped Peeps, red,
pink and white M &Ms and conversa
tion hearts all line the shelves of every
Harris Teeter and Target. Humon-
gous cards rest in Hallmark display
windows, and stuffed bears appear at
every other store around the Triangle.
It’s a florist’s most hectic day and a
single person’s most dreaded. And all
of this for what? People typically have
nothing to show for it in the end except
either memories of really good time or,
more commonly, leftover heartache.
According to numbers collected by
the Greeting Card Association, approx
imately one billion Valentine cards
are bought and sent each year. That’s
half of the number of Christmas cards
sent annually. If we assume that each
card is $3.50, that is 35 billion dollars
spent on glittery and singing folded
pieces of thick paper that have cheesy
sayings and bad jokes written across
their fronts-just another example of
America’s consumerism and bad taste.
Seriously, what’s the usefulness of a
card thatserenades me with the chorus
of Wild Thang after the thirtieth time?
Every year on morning February 15th,
I wake up and wonder if that year’s
yesterday was real. It’s like one foggy
haze of memories, including scary
looking women dashing to front offices
everywhere to pick up their bouquets
of flowers sent by loved ones and then
flaunting them down the hall on the
way back to their desks. The next day
you wake up and wonder “Did people
really do that? Was that real life?”
After seeing all of the hoopla repeated
year after year, I can’t help but wonder
where this overrated holiday began.
Out of curiosity, I visited the History
network website to find some answer
as to where and why this awful tradi
tion started. The article, appropriately
named “Valentine’s Day,” gave me
some common beliefs about the holi
day. It supposedly all started in ancient
Rome with a saint named Valentine.
One of the most popular stories is that
Valentine was in prison when he fell
in love with a young girl, who is be
lieved to have been the jailor’s daugh
ter. Before he died, the saint wrote
the girl a letter and signed at the very
bottom, “From your Valentine.”
So every year we try to be someone’s
“Valetine,”putting forth all of this en
ergy for the day that stems from some
old church-going fella who was locked
up and crushin’ on a young girl. Think
about it. Modern day Valentine could
be the creepy old geezer who sits and
checks out the girls going up the esca
lator at Crabtree.
This Valentine’s Day, skip the non
sense. If you feel the need to make a
kind gesture of love for your signifi
cant other, do something meaningful.
Thoughtless gifts and candy are just
about as worthless as buying bottled
water; they waste money and re
sources. There’s no need to make such
a huge deal out of this holiday with no
purpose that is essentially celebrating
the abstract idea that we call love. It’s
just another day.
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