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Looking back, the Brothers Grimm were well worth their namesake—the big bad wolf, Rumpelstiltskin and the rest of their characters are more than a little creepy, they’re truly grim. The moral motive wrapped in most of those stories takes form in plotlines and characters that are, in a modern context, pretty dark.
During my sophomore year, I lived on Central Campus—206 Alexander, specifically—which is where my fraternity’s section sits. That location is now past tense, as university officials abruptly announced last week that our organization’s home for the past four years would be razed this summer and that our rising sophomores and juniors would be living off of Swift Avenue, an area of Central Campus so remote most students didn’t realize that it belonged to the University.
It’s not much of a debate that college is expensive. Between the tuition, room and board, dining, books and more, the six figure price-tag at a four-year institution can be suffocating. Frankly, Duke is no different, though I’d argue that it is much more a byproduct of the system than a catalyst for it. But what this column is about—and what has frustrated me and my classmates so specifically—is the unrelenting way in which the University seeks to extract cash from students’ wallets on day-to-day basis.
Last year, ESPN announced that in an effort to cut costs it would be disbanding Grantland, a creative long-form journalistic outlet. While the website certainly didn’t garner the same sort of traffic that ESPN’s traditional mediums—television and online—did, it represented the entity’s most earnest efforts at real journalism: true reporting on true stories. It infused creativity, wit and sincerity into its work and soon after its inception became widely regarded as the best place to read about sports and pop culture.
Just this past Wednesday, the talented and articulate Ta-Nehisi Coates confirmed that he would cast his ballot for Bernie Sanders this primary season. Coates is commonly considered one of the most revered journalists and scholars on the modern and historical prevalence of America racism, and he’s ruffled more than a few feathers in his writing. His prose illustrates the visceral, violent, emotional reality that persists for African-Americans. The elegance of his work and steadfastness of position have made him a figurehead of the discussion regarding American racism. The announcement that he would be voting for Bernie Sanders is a pretty big deal, especially for a candidate so worried and so dependent on attracting minority voters.
For the class of 2016, the iconic gothic wonderland promised in brochures and experienced briefly freshmen year has been a mess of construction. Hard hats, machinery and unnecessarily ornate faux-wooden fencing have detracted from the west campus aesthetic. For Duke at large, it’s a small price to pay for an assuredly more interactive and effective campus for future generations of Duke students. As a senior with little to no chance of experiencing those improvements, the construction has been a tough pill to swallow, albeit one I could appreciate.
I woke up Tuesday morning a Rams fan. By the time I went to bed, they belonged to my roommate, a Santa Monica native and lifelong fantasy football aficionado.
By the time I had learned about Cyber Monday, it was already three in the afternoon, and most retailers had been raided heavily for hours. I didn’t realize that the physical consumer gorging of Black Friday now formally precedes an online one, but I guess it makes sense. If discounts are enough to make people get up at four in the morning, then discounts you can get whilst wrapped in a comforter must be the stuff of dreams.
A week after the Iraq War began in 2003, The Onion published a debate piece entitled "This War Will Destabilize The Entire Mideast Region And Set Off A Global Shockwave Of Anti-Americanism vs. No It Won’t". At the time, it was a not so satirical point-counterpoint from an all too comical source. Yet today, 13 years later, it reads a lot more like a prophecy fulfilled.
It goes without saying that the ending to this Saturday’s football game was a catastrophic fumble by the men in stripes. Whether it was the downed knee, the illegal blocks or the on-field intrusions, the only call that did not make sense was the one that the referees ultimately settled on. It’s upsetting, and it’s wrong, and the ACC’s recognition of that fact hardly constitutes a silver lining. It stings—and yet somehow, remarkably, that’s a really good thing.
In early August, Lawrence Lessig, a Professor at Harvard Law School, wrote an open letter to the American public announcing his candidacy for president. The little-known academic offered himself as, what he termed, a “referendum president,” promising specifically to overhaul the corruption that riddles the American electoral and legislative process. What caught most people’s eye, however, was his promise to resign immediately after he accomplishes these goals.
The most recent round of hysteria concerning Kim Davis—the Kentucky law clerk who denied gay couples their marriage certificates—centered on her alleged private meeting with Pope Francis and, more specifically, whether or not he encouraged her to “stay strong.” While it’s clear some level of interaction occurred, the dramatization peddled by Liberty Counsel, the organization representing Davis, fits into a long line of pretty blatant misrepresentation by the advocacy group and its founder, Mat Staver.
The idea that positivity is more powerful than negativity seems like something most people can get behind. Words of encouragement mean more than subtle slights, and I know that I would rather be fueled by the good things in my life than by the bad.
Regardless of what you may think of Donald Trump, if you have even an inkling of political or pop culture interest, I’m sure those thoughts are strong; his presence in the upcoming presidential election has been captivating, to say the least. From the interesting to the unintelligible to the insane, his campaign has earned the undivided attention of the cable news war-rooms. More often than not, the punditry’s emphasis on his rhetoric and positioning are emblematic of a larger, corrosive fascination with the sensational. Yet, the intense scrutiny over Trump’s decision to pledge allegiance to the eventual Republican nominee – turning down the possibility of a third-party run in the process – actually hits on an important point. Are elections about parties or people?
I don’t care for "A Clockwork Orange". I have got a pretty good stomach for unsavory scenes, but reading Anthony Burgess’s novel and watching Stanley Kubrick’s adaptation as a sophomore brought a visceral reality to violence that made me squirm. The fact that both the book and film were able to elicit such a strong reaction surprised and discomforted me further. Yet, it’s for those very same reasons that both works represent some of the best and most difficult academic discourse I’ve been exposed to as an undergraduate.
This past Tuesday, University of Virginia associate dean of students Nicole Eramo filed a $7.5 million lawsuit against Rolling Stone magazine regarding her portrayal in the since retracted article, “A Rape on Campus.” Given the exceedingly vitriolic and false nature of the report, Eramo’s lawsuit seems justified. However, outside of a few multimillion-dollar lawsuits, Rolling Stone seems to be continually evading justice.
About five months ago, I wrote a column for The Chronicle about the jury’s decision not to indict Darren Wilson over the shooting of Michael Brown. That column’s tone was probably dictated more by emotion than I would’ve liked, but the message was the same: Americans of color live with racial injustice every day, and, in the 21st century, that should make your blood boil.
Last week, hundreds of high school seniors received their letter of acceptance to Duke—a formal validation of all the exorbitant work they’ve invested into their burgeoning academic careers. The excitement of those admission letters, which is understandable, represents hundreds of unique stories, all of which will soon culminate in the incoming Class of 2019.
As a dental hygienist, the second thing my grandma would often say to me after “Hello” was, “You haven’t been flossing, have you?”
The past week froze a number of things: sidewalks, streets and student productivity among them. That last bit, anchored in part by aversion to midterms and equally so by the rare opportunity for a snowball fight, has been exacerbated by the return of Frank Underwood.
