SHE'S NOT a gold-digger, she just plays one on TV. Last week's multi-million dollar spectacle brought one woman closer to what every American female desires - marital bliss with a filthy-rich male specimen.
THE DAY after Valentine's Day, love was still in the air. Last Tuesday night, before 23 million engrossed viewers, two lovebirds married each other in a beautiful Las Vegas ceremony, and they didn't even know each other's last names. I hate to admit it, but I was one of the viewers who watched Fox's "Who Wants to Marry a Multi-Millionaire?" In a blend of the hit game show "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?" and the Miss America pageant, 50 gold-digging women vied for a chance to spend the rest of their lives - pending the inevitable divorce - with one Mr. Rick Rockwell.
WHAT AM I doing here? What are my reasons for being here, what am I here to do, and why? This is not something I think about every day, but it is something that deserves being thought about from time to time. The University's Institute for Advanced Studies in Culture (IASC) thinks now is a good time.
RECENT NUMBERS from polling stations have offered some hope that the trend of decreasing voter turnout will reverse itself.
IT'S SUNDAY at 2 a.m. After shakin' your moneymaker for hours at a party, you find yourself standing outside the venue as abruptly as Cinderella at midnight.
LAST SEPTEMBER, Jesse Gelsinger, an 18-year old volunteer in a gene therapy study at the University of Pennsylvania, died suddenly, apparently as a result of a complication of the experiment.
KUDOS TO the new Managing Board and staff for a successful transition during the past two weeks.
The thing about the First Amendment is that it doesn't always work in our favor. We trumpet freedom of speech when it allows us to voice our views and lends credence to our causes.
COLUMBIA, SC - Election day began with bustling activity at the campaign headquarters of Sen. John McCain (R-Ariz.). Cars honked incessantly in response to the "Honk for McCain" signs.
Any number of impulses stimulate us every second. Some of our decisions are coldly calculated. Others are capricious.
WE ALL HAD one of those toys when we were little. You remember: that circular toy where you point the arrow in the middle, pull the string, and the toy would play back a brief sound clip from a nursery rhyme or children's song.
IF WE'VE heard it once, we've heard it a thousand times -- as undergraduates at Mr. Jefferson's University, we should be scholars, rather than just students.
DEAN OF African-American Affairs M. Rick Turner is out of control. His prejudiced stereotyping of white Americans last week has no place at the University. At a panel on diversity and affirmative action, Turner told the audience "White parents from the right believe their children have a God-given right to everything." ("Panel discusses views on race and admissions policies," The Cavalier Daily, Feb.
Americans like having lots of things to choose from. When they go out to eat, Americans want a restaurant that has a great variety of different items on the menu.
ALL I REALLY could see in the darkness was that they were naked. A few obviously were male; a few obviously were female.
VALENTINE'S Day has come and gone, leaving behind piles of chocolates and acres of roses. Many people enjoyed romantic dates with their college sweethearts, exchanged gifts and had a great day.
LONG AGO, a University admissions officer decided that some trees, some buildings and some kids pretty much can sum up the college experience.
The Messages on the Bryan Hall walkway this week have displayed some anger over Honor Committee Education School representative Jim Haley's proposal to eliminate the seriousness standard when an honor violation includes academic cheating.
Life is like a Cranberry Farms turkey dinner, or at least working at The Cavalier Daily is.
Well, here it is: my first, last and only time writing for The Cavalier Daily. It's frightening considering in the three years I've given to the paper, I've designed boxes, put in layouts, rolled flats, never once have I written, until now.
