We love hate because it provides us with a narrative framework on which to hang and lampshade our uncertainty. Friendship may be magic, but hatred is a faith.Read More
These were “private parts,” I was sternly instructed, not to be shared with anyone else. My curiosity was piqued: the nether regions of the human body felt mysterious, confusing, terrifying, fascinating.Read More
We asked Joe Asch, editor of DartBlog, to answer the following question.
We wanted to look into why basically everyone on campus still hates Jim Kim. The '16s and '17s never even knew the guy, and as a rule don't know much about his time as president. So seeing as you have strong opinions on this subject, and are better informed than most students on the issues, we were wondering if you could write an article for Mouth explaining why Jim Kim was a bad president of the College.Read More
Hating something, or at least having a cynical take on something, is an indication that one has taken the time and expended the energy to actually feel something. When we refuse to confront very real, very valid emotions – pain, anger, frustration – for the sake of being positive, we only do ourselves a disservice.Read More
My fascination with McVeigh was borne when I first discovered what he chose for his last meal: two pints of mint chocolate chip ice cream. The man, on the eve of his own execution for horrific acts of violence, was going out with sixty-four spoonfuls of my favorite flavor. It was a very humanizing piece of information. And it was haunting.Read More
Watch campus as everyone rushes to class at 10; heads slightly tilted downwards, illuminated by that flickery blue light screen. How are we supposed to marinate in the human experience if we are constantly somewhere else?
“Ah. Well, You’ll never want to leave.” He paused for a second and looked up at the glowing sign hanging above the entrance to the club. “You never really will.”His words confused me, but I didn’t have time to figure them out.