Let's Be Unreasonable Here: Nature cures urge with gender-neutral animals
Jan. 11, 2012It’s blue for boys. It’s pink for girls. It’s green for gender-neutral environments. And now, it’s orange for choose-the-gender-that-you-need-for-dominance.
It’s blue for boys. It’s pink for girls. It’s green for gender-neutral environments. And now, it’s orange for choose-the-gender-that-you-need-for-dominance.
People often speak of the nearly telepathic connection between twins, but what of the often-understated reciprocity among mere siblings?
My friend Jimmy is a natural when it comes to getting girls. When he is not even trying, they flock to him. I don’t know how he does it.
My brain has finally refused to stop working — and in this day and age, I don’t really blame it.
After nine years, almost 4,500 deaths of U.S. soldiers, tens of thousands more Iraqi lives and $1 trillion, we can now say the Iraq War has ended.
“You may want to consider getting these lumps removed as they might be cancerous,” my doctor suggested to me as I sat on the edge of my seat in his brightly lit examination room.
At first glance, nursery rhymes seem childish, with nonsensical meanings hardly worth another look. I myself listened to them for years as a child, and all they solicited from me were a few laughs. After all, no sane mind would feed innocent children anything other than innocuous nonsense. Right?
How many of you have ever been interrupted while telling a story you were excited to tell? Or maybe discriminated against for whatever reason? Or even, let’s go way back, picked last on the playground? I can safely bet every person has felt disrespected at least twice in his or her lifetime, and we’re not even truly into the “real world” yet.
Where I come from, kids usually learn to drive tractors before learning to ride bikes. You can’t walk down the street without someone asking if you need a ride, and using the phrase “sex education” usually causes a local to blush. Yes, I come from Small Town America, more specifically Orrville, Ohio, and to me Ohio University was an eye-opener. It did not take long for OU to give me the wake-up call that most of us need to enjoy the ride — I am definitely not in Kansas anymore. Athens is no New York City, but there’s plenty of material here for me to make a list of ten signs that told me I was in a whole new world.
The holidays are a time of happiness and cheer. But for most, it is also a time of conflict and setbacks.
How many New Year’s Eves have you celebrated throughout your lifetime? How many resolutions have you made and actually achieved?
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. There is football, my dad’s “eating pants,” food, my “eating pants” and jellied cranberry sauce (which is delicious but not really food). It is a day full of family, laughter and snide remarks about my family that result in laughter and naps.
I’m exaggerating the dramas of my sorority sisters at our annual country-dance last year, when my crush puts his finger to my lips. He’s silencing my gossiping tongue and my inner girl.
I cheated last week.
The end of fall quarter brings a fairly universal feeling to the Ohio University campus. We push through these last few hectic weeks with the finish line — an absurdly long holiday break — close in mind. I’d challenge anyone to find a student on campus today that doesn’t feel overwhelmed with finals week fast approaching.
Every time a new movie is showing, complaints come along with it. There is always someone paying too much attention to the critics rather than the movie itself.
The end of the quarter is bittersweet for me. Of course I will be glad to have a break from constant homework and meetings, but I will miss my friends — few as they may be — and Athens.