Awkward situations have become a staple of our generation. We thrive on scenarios of social distress, making awkward turtles with our hands and screaming, "That's what she said," whenever we can.
There's something you should know about me, readers. I'm a bit of a feminist. Although you won't find me burning my bra in protest of unequal rights or refusing to shave my legs for months at a time, I strongly believe that the judging a person solely by the stereotypes of their gender is wrong. And one thing that gets under my angry, radical, feminist skin - another stereotype, by the way - is the concept of chivalry: the notion that men are expected to perform certain acts in a particular way merely because they are ... well, just that, men. The whole concept of chivalry can be traced back to medieval times, when knights were taught to treat women with honor and gallantry, so as to preserve their "feminine virtue" ... or something along those lines.
How do you solve a problem like Miley Cyrus? Once known only for lip-syncing wholeheartedly to adolescents worldwide, this pop princess recently garnered attention for far more than her hit Disney show.
Today marks my final column of the year. It will be a whole season and a half before I can once again pen pointless details of my life and brighten the Thursday mornings of my readers.
If my life were to be plotted out in a timeline, last week would have been titled ?Worst Week EVER,? scribbled angrily in Sharpie and dotted with numerous sad faces.
Ask a senior citizen about the corruption of our generation, and he or she probably will rant for an hour about promiscuity, an addiction to technology and offensive rap lyrics.
In the ancient days of the Roman Empire, gladiatorial games were held.
It occurred to me at some point during the chaotic fortnight that is girls? Spring Rush, when I found myself shaking the hands of a hundred first-year females and continuously caught in conversations about Old Dorms and O-Hill, to which all I could say was, ?Aw!
Before Winter Break, I had high hopes for myself. Go ice skating with friends from high school.
After much detective work, a whole lot of string-pulling and a pinch of sheer cunning, I have discovered the best-kept secret at U.Va.
