A truly gender-neutral society would demand such an equal-opportunity reaction from the overzealous "activists" who tore down the Maxim-style "Man Show" posters used by several a cappella groups to advertise a show.
Advertising does not effect you, right? So why are you wearing a shirt with "GAP" or "J.
Sexy. Powerful. Strong. These are typically masculine adjectives, but they should not be. They should be gender neutral, immediately masculine or feminine, and it is with this goal in mind that the Organization of Women Leaders has launched it's "what is a feminist?" campaign.
In yesterday's commentary on Boutique Medicine, I described two extreme ideological visions for our health system: the egalitarian and the libertarian vision.
My high school in mid-December's early decision season is like a war zone. Espionage is undertaken to find out who has gotten in where.
In their spirited point-counterpoint on "boutique medicine" (Feb. 11, 2002), Natalya Efros '05 and Eric Harkleroad '03 framed the debate on our nation's health policy, honestly, as only young people would.
In my youth I knew a fellow who was a notorious drunk ? the word "alcoholic" not as yet having found a home in the Ozark dialect ? who had an interesting take on his situation."The weekend's coming," he was once heard to remark.
When was the last time you calmly walked to the dinky? Chances are you usually make a mad dash for the train, and it's not because you're running late; you just don't know what mood the dinky-men might be in today.Earlier this year a friend and I decided to make a trip into New York.
I don't really like columns that wax philosophical; more often then not such articles take up some myriad of words without actually saying anything at all.
I am a graduating senior and I am living in the present. Not only am I not living in the past, but I have also chosen not to live in the future.
A lack of diversity in academiaThe article "Why are there so few African-American professors on campuses?" (Feb.
As we approach midterms week it's natural for our thoughts to turn to exams. Every exam we take over midterm week will be marked with a small pledge that we have "not violated the honor code" during this examination.
As I sat in the Frist Dining Area enjoying a nice late lunch, I picked up a stray copy of Wednesday's Daily Princetonian.
The intifada has left Israel and Palestine battered and bloodied. Ariel Sharon now faces pressure from both the left and right wings of his government, simultaneously confronted with the protests of military officers declaring they will not serve in operations against Palestinians, and a right-wing coalition that wants even harsher action taken against the insurgents.
Ceremony should carry the memory, legacy of Sept. 11I am writing in response to the article printed on Monday, Feb.
A prominent figure in the federal government contemplates the viability of his political future after disclosing that he suffers from multiple sclerosis, and a reporter for a major national newspaper was killed when taken hostage by anti-American factions in a war-torn country.
Whenever I look through Princeton Undergraduate Announcement, I'm always amazed at the huge range of departments and classes.
I must begin this column with two confessions. The first is that its subject ? a proposal to establish at Princeton a college of geezers ? is unlikely to be of much interest to the majority of undergraduate readers of the 'Prince.' My intended audience on this occasion is one that for the most part is not even resident in Princeton.
OWL and feminism should look beyond fashion statementThe Officers of the Organization of Women Leaders recently explained their motivation for ordering "We're not just Hooters" t-shirts.
It seemed about time for someone to write in about what it's like to finally be a big kid. When we were little we pictured ourselves as big kids, having jobs where you drank coffee out of mugs just like teachers did, where you cooked big meals that involved roasts that looked so perfect that it was obvious that the animal must have died happy, and where your curtains matched your sheets, which matched your valances, which matched your tea cozies.
