The World Spins Madly On: Stubbing out cigarettes helps self, environment
Feb. 19, 2012No matter where I’m walking to, I end up behind someone smoking a cigarette at some point. And that’s fine. From time to time, the scent can be alluring.
No matter where I’m walking to, I end up behind someone smoking a cigarette at some point. And that’s fine. From time to time, the scent can be alluring.
Facebook is a great way to self-promote.
Relationships can be funny things. They can be wonderful, they can be horrible or they can be both. That’s when it starts to get confusing.
A part of me envies the adolescent pothead skipping class everyday.
Last week, I discussed the deep and philosophical history of men’s underwear and how men’s whitey-tighties went from simple loincloths to bigger and badder codpieces to the modern-day, deified boxers and briefs.
Readers, I am writing this column in the hopes of clearing up some of the large messy ordeal that is Valentine’s Day.
What qualifies as a good song, a great musician or artist? Looking at the nominees for yesterday’s 2012 Grammys, it seems that our nation’s critics have forgotten the answer to this question.
Is it possible that the majority of American couples don’t take commitment seriously anymore, that perhaps a large number of people don’t agree with the idea of a monogamous relationship?
I have two girlfriends and each occasionally spends a night with me. My problem is that I do like one a little more than the other. However, she snores a lot and keeps me awake. I must now make a choice. Should I choose Number Two and a good night’s sleep or Number One and sleepless nights?
Every now and then, for no reason, a drunken girl will start crying. It’s just something that can happen after midnight.
“Mama’s in the factory she ain’t got no shoes, Daddy’s in the ally, he’s looking for food, and I’m in the kitchen with the tombstone blues.“
Batman, Superman, SpongeBob SquarePants, Homer Simpson, Darth Vader — these are household faces on underwear garments that hang in store clothing departments like colorful flags. But as Valentine’s Day rolls around, these friendly clothing caricatures are replaced with pink and red heart undergarments.
During the weekend, I ventured back home and saw The Woman in Black. Not only was it one of the top three scariest movies I have ever seen, but also I started crying in the middle because I was so scared. Luckily, I was with four of my awesome girlfriends from home, so I wasn’t really embarrassed as much as I was terrified. After the movie we said our goodbyes and drove our separate ways, uncertain of when we will all be together again.
I hate college, but love all the parties. OK, I don’t actually hate college, but who can’t wait for the weekend?
Once upon a time, in an era long since forgotten (alright, it was just a few years ago in a generation inhabited by our parents), men and women casually dated multiple partners at once. They were foot-loose and fancy-free, and they lived a life of carefree bliss before finally deciding upon “the one.”
Although we are privileged in many ways to live in such an exciting time, we are also held accountable for many horrible things that take away from our world’s beauty. In a state of oblivion, we are wasting resources and ruining our environment. We are destroying not only our own living standards, but also the standards of millions of plants and animals with whom we share this earth.
Since Ohio University has passed the halfway mark through Winter Quarter, most students have dropped all those silly little resolutions they begin every quarter. To name a few, I will call them “being so very organized,” “trying so hard” and “dressing to impress.”
Last week I was sitting on the third floor of Baker University Center, drinking coffee and reading the paper, when I was approached by two Christian activists.
The Super Bowl is an event that no longer needs to be introduced, unless it’s to our wallets, especially after the game last night. With wardrobe malfunctions, national anthem screw-ups, chicken wings, Madonna, beer and the best football teams and players of the United States (sorry, Cleveland), it’s not that surprising that the game has almost become the equivalent to a national holiday in America.
Put on your shorts and sandals, because winter has arrived in Ohio in the form of 60-degree weather.