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The House Republican Conference, by its own admission, is now in a state of ungovernable chaos. As Republican Peter King recently said on the record, “We look absolutely crazy.” Whereas 15 Republicans are currently running for President, the job listing for Speaker of the House may as well as be posted on Craigslist. Nearly three weeks after John Boehner announced his resignation, zero serious candidates have emerged for the job thirdin line for the presidency. Which begs the question, what has sparked this historic and immediate collapse in the House Republican Caucus?
“The papers say 15 percent of youth are on meth... that’s bloody rubbish; try 60 percent.” These are the substance abuse rates according to a local paramedic I met this summer from my hometown of Wangaratta, Australia. Part of me had always known hard drug use was a problem for my community, but hearing an actual paramedic describe the prevalence of crystal methamphetamine abuse in Wangaratta put the sheer magnitude of the problem in perspective.
My high school had no real music society, so unfortunately I never got the chance to sing. During frosh week my freshman year, I vividly remember sitting in a packed hall listening to different a cappella groups sing and impress. I was mesmerized. I auditioned. I failed. Not because of a lack of effort, but because I really just didn’t know how to sing. Never mind, Ali, move on. Fair enough.
I double-checked the number, dread filling my heart. Thirteennotifications?!, I thought. This can’t be good. And, indeed, it wasn’t — a friend from back home had gone through my Facebook posts from 2010 and 2011, when I was a wee junior high student, and bumped the choicest ones into my timeline. Embarrassed, I saw that about a dozen of my Facebook friends — everyone from Princeton students to my mom — had liked a particularly damning status update about my hatred of romance in fantasy novels. The damage was done: everyone I knew on Facebook that day was reminded of a particularly angsty era of my past.
So, what is one to do with the fantastic earnings on the endowment? Last week, PRINCO released its annual report, sparking debate in the Princeton City Council about larger returns to the community, according to the Princeton Packet. But I actually agree with the University that the amount it contributes to the town is already enough. An analysis by Princeton Future, a local public policy planning group, found that the University’s voluntary contributions to the town of Princeton constitute 7 percent of the municipal budget, as reported in the Princeton Packet.
A Sept. 23 report from the Princeton University Office of Communications states that a review by the Office of Civil Rights “has been concluded with a determination that the University did not discriminate against Asian applicants on the basis of race or national origin.”
I am a non-traditional student. I arrived at Princeton after two-and-a-half years of service in the Israel Defense Forces. During that time, I experienced a world in which there were no adults responsible for my well-being, but I was, rather, responsible for the well-being of other adults. Yes, I am legally allowed to buy and consume alcohol, and no, I do not abuse this right on a daily, or even weekly, basis.
Woodrow Wilson is a saint of Princeton’s past. Woodrow Wilson is a villain and a bigot. These are not contradicting viewpoints — they are both true. How we deal with his century-old legacy has striking reflections in how we treat heroes and villains in the social media age, where saints and martyrs live and die in the 24-hour news cycle.
Jan T. Gross, professor of history at the University, has always been a controversial person in Poland. Some would say this is because he confronts Poles with unpleasant facts of the Polish history. Other scholars, however, do not regard him as a historian at all, but rather an opportunistic performer who uses secondary historical sources and lacks professional methods of analysis.
Recently, as I was scrolling through my News Feed on Facebook, I came across an extremely lengthy post. You all know the type of post I’m talking about — the long-winded one that talks about someone’s multistep journey, that details all his or her hard work along the way, that resulted in some amazing new opportunity for him or her. I could see the hundreds of likes begin to rack up, and as someone moderately interested in this person’s life — and therefore moderately happy about this person’s success — I too clicked on the small thumbs-up.
Like most people I know, I tend to think that the well-being of workers should be a priority for any institution. However, it can be easy to forget that issue of workers’ rights is relevant not only on a national or international level, but also on the community level. One such issue is the lack of paid sick leave for many employees of contractors. In fact, it took a jarring personal interaction to convince me of how important it is that the University require its contractors to provide workers with paid sick days.
Over and over again, I have been told that Greek life is not really a “thing” at Princeton. Before I even applied to Princeton, my Orange Key Tour guide empathetically told me that he did not know anyone who was involved in Greek life on campus. During the entirety of my first semester of freshman year, I did not see anything that suggested the contrary, and I believed that eating clubs were such an integral part of social life at Princeton that most people simply did not choose to join Greek life. Yet, beginning in the second semester of my freshman year, many of my friends expressed the desire to rush. Numbers suggest that they were not among the minority, and that Greek life is a big enough presence that I don’t quite understand how my Orange Key Tour guide never knew anyone in one.
Editor’s note: The author of this column was granted anonymity due to the intensely personal nature of the events described.
This past weekend, I opened up a copy of the Nassau Weekly to find an intriguing piece by Elliott Eglash about the nature of music streaming and its implications on our listening experience. Given that I had just recently fallen in love with Spotify’s innovative new music suggestion feature, Discover Weekly, this seemed too bizarrely relevant to pass up. Typical of the Nass, the piece was an interestingly personal and enjoyable read that I highly recommend.
In the age of the Internet, once-glorified idols fall. In an era of the 24-hour news cycle, formerly upheld individuals are summoned from their hallowed depths of revered obscurity and examined by social analysts, pundits and those random guys in the comment section of Yahoo News. Sometimes these individuals make it out of the fire; many times they do not.
I don’t usually talk in my columns. I mean, I say things, but you don’t hear my voice. I’m distant — linking and referencing the crap out of every fact. After four years, I'm out of those measured opinions — it's hard to have (publishable) opinions on a regular, biweekly basis. All I have left are thoughts.
Chris Harper-Mercer. Vester Lee Flanagan II. Dylann Roof. Aaron Alexis. Adam Lanza. Wade M. Page. James Holmes. Jared Loughner.
Upon reading a recent article by guest columnist Luis Ramos ’13, in which he recalls his journey from cultural negation to cultural promotion and ultimately urges Princeton students to use their educational equipment to “help dismantle racism and prejudice,” I came away feeling both mildly inspired and mostly skeptical. Ramos asserts that “everyone can embrace the diversity that makes Princeton and this country so special,” but I’m not so sure if everyone can. I do not feel the need to mention what seems to me a palpable apathy toward discussions of race by the people who might benefit from them the most. Rather, I would like to focus on a particular social phenomenon that disables arguably the most agent leaders of discussions on race and ethnicity — that is, minorities with personal stakes in such matters — by necessitating their own cultural- and self-negation so that they might blend in and secure their candidacy for upward social mobility.
Gun violence should be shocking. Gun violence should rile up unimaginable levels of fear, terror and pain. Gun violence should be so intolerable to our society that we enact laws to try to prevent it from ever happening again.
Let me just put this out there: I’m not a fan of the eating club system. I’m especially not a fan of Bicker. I would prefer not to segregate people in any manner for the social functions of eating and partying. I think we should allow people to eat and party with whomever they want, whenever they want without having to jump through any hoops. I simply don’t approve of any system that unnecessarily divides and excludes people, especially when the criteria for entrance are based on subjective reasons rather than legitimate merit. Whether we intend or not, such exclusivity breeds elitism, and it unquestionably creates real divisions among the student population.