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February 2007


Voices

Carrying on: A glimmer of red-carpet glamor

I love the Oscars. I love the predictions, the ballots and the “May I have the envelope, please?” I love seeing who brought his mother—Clint Eastwood—and who brought his terribly young, terribly attractive date—Ian McKellen. For one night only, I love Joan Rivers. Every year, I am in front of the television when the countdown begins and the only one still excited when the Best Picture is named four hours later.

Sports

Blood Sport

In ancient civilizations, sports and death were often interchangeable—the less skilled of the Roman gladiators paid for their poor performances with their lives. Most archaic customs as brutal as gladitorial combat have long since vanished, contained now only within the pages of history books. But in a recent trend, American teenagers have revived the brutality of ancient sports in a way that is even more disturbing then their ancient predecessors.

Voices

To the North and back again

No one is born looking and acting like a Georgetown student. Regardless of where you come from, you have to lose a bit of your identity in order to assimilate to life here. After a few weeks here you realize that your collar has crept up and you’re talking like your new friends from New Jersey.

Sports

The real muscle of the Hoyas

It’s 7:30 on a Tuesday morning, and while most Georgetown students are still snuggled in their beds, the football team has already been training for an hour and a half. The varsity weight room at Yates is a sea of blue-and gray athletic attire, each of the 80 players sporting a unique combination of standard-issue gear for his own look. Players grunt in encouragement and pain, a sound that combines with the nearly-constant dropping of heavy iron to create an organic soundtrack—pure manmusic.

Voices

Blue glitter and black Sharpie

I never knew what to write in people’s yearbooks in high school. I wasn’t eloquent enough to state my feelings plainly and I was afraid of the alternatives: overly-sentimental messages that made me cringe or vapid goodbyes that made me question the strength of my friendships. But when my friends always finished their messages in my yearbook and could only wait for so long, I’d scribble something along the lines of “Remember the night we…” or “I could not have asked for a better roommate” and hand the bulky yearbook back, feeling fake.

Voices

The woes of Western Sahara

In the vast expanse of the Algerian desert, a hundred thousand refugees from the Western Sahara languish because of Moroccan imperialism. Exiled from their homeland 31 years ago, they wait while the international community averts its eyes from their travesty. As human rights abuses increase inside occupied Western Sahara and a food shortage in the Algerian camps becomes critical, the Western Saharan people need self-determination more than ever before.

Corrections

CORRECTION: Natsios speech article

An article published on Feb. 8, 2007 in the Voice entitled “Natsios on Darfur: not genocide” contained three significant errors.

Corrections

Editorial note: errors in Natsios speech article

An article published on Feb. 8, 2007 in the Voice entitled “Natsios on Darfur: not genocide” contained three significant errors.