Opinion

Thoughts from the Georgetown community.



Editorials

Blue congress should end D.C.’s voting blues

No city appears poised to benefit more from the sudden collapse of the GOP’s hold on Congress in last week’s midterm elections than Washington, D.C. Newly empowered Democrats plan to... Read more

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Tracking down the dream

It’s hard to know how to start an Op-Ed about streetcar tracks.

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Turkey and tanning: Thanksgiving in July

My cousins were born and bred in Italy.

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Grades schmades: why the GPA system stinks

Carrying On: A rotating column by Voice senior staffers

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The stairway down to heaven

I can jump off the 10th stair and land on my feet in my grandpa’s basement.

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DCRA versus fools on the hill

In last week’s issue, The Voice called on students to come together in a union and force landlords near the University to provide something that should be a given: safe... Read more

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You say you want a revolution

In 1994, Republicans swept into majority status in the House and the Senate largely on the strength of their ideas. The Contract with America was a detailed and comprehensive plan... Read more

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Gym class: we can work it out

In the Jesuit educational tradition, Georgetown University makes a commitment to the development of the entire person—mind, body and spirit. This seems clear to anyone who has been to Yates... Read more

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Me write pretty one day

It is unfortunate that the Writing Center has developed such a pejorative reputation and we admit that a majority of the misconceptions about the Writing Center are attributable to our failure to explain who we are and what we’re all about.

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Running on nothing but fumes

For the last eight days of September and the first 29 days of October I smoked like a fiend. A chimney, if you will. I probably went through three packs a week, perhaps more. If I became frustrated with myself and threw my cigarettes away, I would only discover 18 hours later that I was desperately in need of a dry, rolled-up leaf, laced with toxins, producing a rich and foul-smelling smoke whose calm effluvience so artfully destroyed my lungs.

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Crossing Over: adventures at the Syrian border

Carrying On: A rotating column by Voice senior staffers

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Channeling Jimmy Hoffa: Unionize

The paucity of University living spaces forces many rising seniors to find off-campus housing in an annual process that increasingly resembles the state of nature: nasty, brutish and short. The... Read more

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The Corp is searching for a hungry heart

For the first week of freshman year, the fro-yo shines like manna from heaven, the omelette station seems gourmet, and the chicken fingers taste like none you’ve ever nibbled on... Read more

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‘Cause we don’t want no one minute man

One of the basic tenets of a rational philosophy is that no opinion, no matter how incorrect, should be silenced. An open and rational debate allows the truth to shine... Read more

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Time doesn’t heal all wounds

After visiting India and Senegal this past year, the question I got most often was, “What was it like? Was it hard seeing such abject poverty?”

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Biting the hand that feeds us

Carrying On: A rotating column by Voice senior staffers

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Single and ready to mingle

“Where do you live?” It’s a question that I am met with daily.

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Recognize Gallaudet’s demands

Dr. Jane K. Fernandes has generated so much heartfelt and intense opposition from both students and faculty that she cannot become the next president without thorough consideration of other options.

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Hoyas for intellectual choice

A frightening trend is emerging among Catholic colleges, one that flies in the face of the open dialogue so vital to academic discourse.

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Generation Y: A giant pat on our own backs

Sick of sanctimonious baby boomers blaming our generation’s political apathy for the sad state of the country’s affairs? Well, now you’ve got a rebuttal to hurl back at the next grey-ponytailed ex-radical who asks where your conscience is: we’re better people than they are. Numbers don’t lie.