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February 2005


Editorials

One toke over the line

We’re going to miss you, Hunter S. Thompson.

Editorials

Boxed out

Better hope you don’t get mugged anytime soon: that emergency phone you’re running to probably won’t be working because, after months of delay, the campus emergency phone system remains mostly inoperable.

Leisure

Tapioca Tea

You Taste Like A Burger – a rotating column about eating leisurely

Voices

I’m so glad you asked that question!

Hunter S. Thompson did not possess all of the qualities that make a good journalist. But today’s media can learn a lot from him in at least one respect. Thompson was part of a dying breed of reporters who relished his antagonistic relationship with the political establishment, and he was never subtle.

Voices

Have sex, just not safe sex

The fact that Georgetown University would sell you the KY but not the condom makes me rethink the traditional sex debate on our campus. Sex is not taboo at Georgetown; safe sex is.

News

Liberty from Leavey

The Voice’s bigger, uglier sister publication is all grown up and asking to move out from under the University’s wing.

Editorials

Gays and Guns do not an argument make

On Monday, the war for America’s hearts and minds over the issue of Social Security privatization began with a small Internet ad. On the left, a picture of a soldier is emblazoned with a red “x;” to the right a gay couple kissing is endorsed by a green check.

Voices

It’s time Georgetown

Queers at Georgetown need a safe haven. It seems only natural that we would be tolerant of race, ethnicity, gender and religion. Why not sexual orientation as well?

Voices

Do we make peace or just build fences?

When my older sister and I planned our trip to Ireland this past winter break, we couldn’t understand why our parents expressed reservations about our destination, telling us that as Catholics we would feel like second-class citizens there.

Leisure

Born into Brothels, given a camera

In the world of filmmaking, reality is often distorted beyond recognition. And so, for truth, we turn to documentaries.