Nov. 28, 2012
A shove to the ribs, a crushing boot on the feet and a swinging shopping bag to the head as you maneuver through the line of yelling people. You may have been shopping Nov. 23, the day after Thanksgiving, or you were training for the TV game show “Wipeout.” If you didn’t plan on aggressive wrestling; perhaps this type of shopping was not for you.
Black Friday could easily be tagged as the most dangerous shopping day of the year. On this day, sleep-deprived people are baited with historically low prices on a limited amount of much-wanted merchandise found in a building maxed to capacity with fellow shoppers. Forgive the inability to utter “thank you” for keeping a store open when holidays are traditionally meant for people to be off work. Target, Toys’R’Us, Banana Republic, and Raleys are just a few of the retailers who were doing business some part of Thanksgiving Day.
The nauseating news of Walmart employee Jdimytai Damour being trampled by shopping crowds after being caught in the store entranceway in 2008 is what it took to implement security and order. You’ve probably heard of more recent stories of injured shoppers, such as the fight in Roseville…» Read More
Nov. 28, 2012
I was 17 when I realized my peers were selling their souls to MySpace. As a graduating senior, I found it ridiculous that most my yearbook classmates were logged into their MySpace accounts as they worked on assignments in class.
The number of “friends” attested to their popularity and a personalized profile with flashy icons and colorful backgrounds became another outlet for visual creativity.
My classmates were shocked to learn I did not have a MySpace account I maintained. It was just a distracting fad. As graduation day approached, I realized MySpace could be the next best thing to seeing my friends every day.
I was leaving high school, after all, and couldn’t imagine losing touch with certain people. So, I signed up for an account. Over the course of seven years, the allure of MySpace dwindled as my frustration with social media grew. While I had fun “pimping out” my profile every day with various HTML codes, I found it annoying that comments from friends were mostly random advertisements. Guys in their teens to their mid-40’s would send messages like, “Hey, sexy” and “What’s up, cutie?” How did this alternative avenue of communication become a billboard and meat market?
Nov. 7, 2012
The holiday season is a time when many people get overwhelmed with the spirit of giving and feel that yank on the old heart strings that loosens up their pockets and compels them to help out those less fortunate than them. Tis the season. Or is it? While it is noble to want to help out our fellow man and woman, why is it something that most just do seasonally, if at all? And not by just leaving spare change in a small bucket by a cash register or dumping off canned goods for the poor that you didn’t want anyway. Rolling up your sleeves and helping out is the focus here. Of course, don’t stop writing those checks or doing those Thanksgiving runs to feed the hungry. These helpful holiday donations make up a significant chunk of the annual funds raised by charitable organizations. This is simply a call to action to not be last-minute philanthropists. Don’t try to cram all your goodwill into the last two months of the year. A study published in the Journal of Consumer Research in October 2008 found that asking supporters for their time rather than directly asking for money is a better…» Read More
Nov. 6, 2012
It was 5 a.m. and I couldn’t sleep. The wife wasn’t sleeping well either, and we both felt like we could eat a cow. We decided that an early morning breakfast at IHOP would have to suffice.
As we arrived inside the restaurant, we quickly noticed there was no one at the front stand. We waited, and shortly thereafter were seated by a bubbly young woman who politely explained to us that she was the manager and that her server hadn’t shown up that Friday morning.
Nov. 5, 2012
The San Francisco Giants shocked the baseball world in 2010 when they won the World Series for the first time since they relocated from New York after their 1957 season. But in 2011 they failed to even make the playoffs to defend their title.
Well, it’s 2012 and here they are again. And just like in 2010, you can define these Giants as: Torture, which was the catchphrase fans used to describe the Giants’ offense that year. This year it was torture for fans again when the Giants fell behind in the early couple series of the playoffs.
Nov. 5, 2012
This Nov. 6, America will find itself picking a side. The side who wins will lead the country for four years.
Barack Obama, current president and Democrat, faces challenger Mitt Romney, the Republican governor leading the voice of the right wing.
This is another year, and another battle generating more division among citizens.
Ignorance, bickering and frivolous accusations dominate the news circuit. Either way, these candidates have not demonstrated that they are capable of leading America.
Oct. 18, 2012
“Have I seen you before?”
“You’ve been going here awhile right?”
“Do you go to football games?”
“Can I call you sometime?” — Not with lines like that, you can’t.
It was a typical day on campus. I was sitting there, minding my own business around noon in the quad, enjoying the sun before heading off to work.
All of a sudden a large shadow came over me, blocking the sun’s rays. My body turned cold as I looked up at the imposing member of the opposite sex standing over me.
He introduced himself by asking me for directions, which I promptly gave. He followed up with a series of questions about me and my
Oct. 15, 2012
Dimmed lights, seesaw sounds, soft moans and heavy breathing while glancing at each other’s eyes once in a while. Another disappointing night, there in a bed lays my friend Holly wishing it would just stop already.
After realizing once again that what she wants won’t be coming, she reconciles with the performance she’ll have to act out once again. routinely she arches her back, closes her eyes and let the “oh” from the shape of her lips and escape her mouth.
The guy on top feels proud with what he accomplished and then makes his final performance of the night. Silence falls and while he stares at the ceiling with a grin, she stares at it with dissatisfaction.
Men and women don’t always know what they’re doing when it comes to sex, in particularly college students, but without communication in the bedroom women continue feeling disappointed and unsatisfied night after night while men have no idea how their partner feels.
When asked in a survey I conducted if they’ve ever faked an orgasm, nine ofut of 10 random City College women said they have and they all said their partners could never tell.
“A lot of women say that they…» Read More
Oct. 15, 2012
Strolling through the quiet, air conditioned halls of City College’s Performing Arts building, I noticed two copies of the same orange, half sheet of paper tacked onto different bulletin boards.
On both flyers was a chart of the 32 yoga classes the Yoga Seed offers. Descriptions of the classes were given at the bottom of the flyer: vinyasa would be active and sweaty, “ALL BODIES” would be for all mobility levels with minimal pressure on the wrists, Yoga Para Todos was for Spanish speakers; there was even a vinyasa-based, “Queer Community” class.
Above the class schedule it read that these classes were donation-based, from $7 to $15 a class or unlimited classes a month from $60 to $120.
“Neat,” I thought.
Reasonable prices are some of today’s biggest requests. But what’s the deal with yoga, anyway?
I’ve seen enough people walking around in yoga pants, carrying Starbucks cups to associate the practice as something emerging from some secret society.
I’ve wondered for too long, now what the secret behind the exercise is. I mean, if others can enjoy and incorporate into their busy lives, what was my excuse?
It’s not like I haven’t tried it before. The last time I…» Read More