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We've been keeping you up to date on the Yale Sex Week debacle, and there's finally good news: Yale administrators have approved the proposal for Sex Week 2012! Back in November, the administration banned Yale Sex Week over the participation of the porn industry with some of the seminars and discussions.
Earlier this week, Sigma Phi Epsilon at the University of Vermont was suspended after new members responded to a fifteen question document. A questionnaire sounds harmless enough, right? Wrong. One of the questions was, "If you could rape someone, who would it be?".
A few weeks ago we talked about Yale administrators banning Yale Sex Week, and it's been a hot topic ever since. The Marshall Committee, which was put in place to help advise the university on dealing with sexual misconduct, advised President Levin to ban Sex Week.
“So then I went back to his suite with him. And we bumped into his friends, and he introduced me, and they were all ‘Nice to meet you,’ in that douchey voice that actually means ‘Ah, you’re getting it on with our boy tonight.” I don’t even know his friends, and they probably think I’m a slut because he told them I’m a slut! Whatever, then we went back and hooked up. And it was decent, I guess.”
The air is crisp, the dorms are abuzz with “I’m going home!” and my suitemate and I are—feverish. Literally.
So I'm new at this whole midterms thing. The idea that I've been more or less lounging around for the past 6 weeks and then - wham! - I'm hit with a test that's worth 40% of my grade...that's kind of crazy.
This past weekend, the Delta Kappa Epsilon chapter at Yale University led pledges across campus, blindfolding them and forcing them to chant "No means yes, yes means anal." The boys were led across Yale's Old Campus, which is where the majority of freshman females live. The pledges also shouted about necrophilia -- you know, that charming habit of having sex with corpses.
In high school, I had a clear label. I was Ms. Student Government, Ms. Good Grades, Ms. Overachiever. And even though all of our years of primary schooling have told us that labels are totally, totally terrible and that we should define people by their true selves and inner lights, etcetera, Oprah wisdom, etcetera...
Entering the dining hall at my college was like entering the land of some kind of lotus-eating, vegetarian haven, or, in my case, a carnivore’s personal version of hell. It’s not that they don’t serve meat; they do. But they also serve various other reinterpretations of meat: tofu ravioli, lentil hamburgers, vegan minestrone soup.