Shame, Shame, Shame: we all got it, and we all feel it from time to time. Shame is not a bad emotion to feel; in fact, it can be helpful and productive under the right circumstances. We should feel a little...
Fast forward through the walk home, the foreplay, the clothes on the floor and the great sex to eight o’clock on Monday morning when you walk into what you thought was a very large lecture class of General Chemistry. Sitting across from you is the babe.
Every November, Whitman College puts on one of its most widely-attended campus events—a not-so-real beauty pageant, known fondly as Mr. Whitman, in which eight senior men celebrate the completion of a three month-long fundraising drive for a charity chosen by a Whitman student. The eight contestants are judged on a combination of their fundraising successes and their performances in the formal, swimsuit and talent portions of the show. As with all beauty pageants, there must be a winner—and of course, as with all beauty pageants, there must be the grim, devastating consequences of losing—the pain associated with realizing that nobody ever remembers the runner-up.
In a truly disgusting public interview with Whitman professor Chopra Winfrey, Pioneer humor and sports writer Tristan Gavin confessed freely that his reason for joining the staff of Whitman’s newspaper was to “try to make a joke about jenkem."
