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(04/23/07 4:00am)
I'm on the Duke Students for the Protection of Animals mailing list. Yes, I know. I just thought I'd say it upfront. Last week I received an e-mail from one of its members bringing us the news that a third-year School of Medicine class has dropped experimentation on live pigs from its curriculum. It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless. Reading the e-mail, I felt a small sense of satisfaction tempered by the knowledge that, in the grand scheme of things, this is nothing.
(04/09/07 4:00am)
I have this fear. It's two years down the road, and I'm interviewing for a job. I'm an English major, so it'll be at someplace like Chili's. I'll sit down, coiffed and prepared, and my interviewer will see AB, Duke University on my application. He'll have some vague recollection of an old Rolling Stone expose and wonder to himself if I'm a coke-snorting sexual deviant.
(03/26/07 4:00am)
Back when my mother was at Wellesley, in the mid-1960s, there was a particularly outspoken, conservative Christian organization on campus dubbed "the Godsquad." In the midst of a pretty progressive decade, the Godsquad was constantly concerned with the moral welfare of the student body. So much so that if you had a boy in your room outside of the time period from 2 p.m. to 4 p.m. on Sundays authorized by the administration, the Godsquad would stand outside your door. And sing. With candles.
(03/01/07 5:00am)
Last fall a psychology professor at DePauw University asked her students what labels they attached to the sororities at DePauw. Among a whole slew of stereotypes, Delta Zeta girls at the university were labeled "socially awkward."
(02/12/07 5:00am)
The Shroud of Turin is a linen cloth, preserved from the first century A.D., bearing what many claim is the ghostly image of Jesus of Nazareth. The Shroud, now housed in Turin, Italy, bears blood stains consistent with crucifixion. It also shows traces of flowers native to Jerusalem. Most importantly, the "image" of Jesus, imprinted on the cloth without the aid of paint or pigment, appears to have been made by radiation. A burst of energy, coming off the body the shroud covered, must have left Christ's image in the manner of a photographic plate.
(01/29/07 5:00am)
You've probably figured this out, but I'll lay it out there anyway-I'm white. I'm so white that they named me Lindsay White to really drive the point home. And, like most white people mired in higher education, I'm constantly on the lookout for ways in which my language, actions and general worldviews might be offensive to anyone who doesn't look like me. Generally, I'm happy to do this, because if I didn't, people would perceive me as an insensitive cow. But the entire endeavor is getting ridiculous. And excessive.
(11/28/06 5:00am)
This last week, I spent all of Wednesday and much of Thursday in the kitchen, making pies and potatoes and whatever else we included in Thanksgiving dinner at my house. Seriously, I barely left the kitchen. I was ensnared among the ranks of women rushing from stove to sink, anxiously checking the oven timer and eyeing any male member of my family who offered their help with a mix of suspicion and fear. I even wore an apron. And I loved it.
(11/14/06 5:00am)
An old urban legend at Duke is that Edens Quadrangle was built to discourage student protests and rioting in the 1960s. Edens-a confusing maze of entrances and stairwells that all look the same, have absolutely no signs and tend to frustrate any comings or goings-was built in 1966, during the escalation of American involvement in the Vietnam War.
(10/31/06 5:00am)
Every month or so, there is an ad in The Chronicle. Way in the back with the ads looking for bartenders and care for the elderly. The ad has been placed by a loving couple. They'd like you to be tall. Maybe athletic. Your SAT scores should be at least 1400. Maybe they want brown hair, green eyes and Anglo-Saxon descent. Or maybe they want blonde hair and Scandinavian descent. They prefer there be no messy medical history: no psychotic aunt or history of cancer.
(10/17/06 4:00am)
It's happened a few times. My computer starts to slow down. It beeps at me. Programs shut down for no apparent reason. I sit staring at the screen while Internet Explorer takes forever to load. I get a half-dozen comments from friends about how I should have gotten a Mac.
(10/03/06 4:00am)
Yesterday, a friend of mine leaned over to hug her friend. She ended up half in his lap. She giggled. She and the friend started to talk.
