Opinion

Thoughts from the Georgetown community.

Voices

Barackin’ in the free world

I worked in the Senate with Mercy, a tall, pretty senior from UMass who lived for movie stars. The interns had a game inspired by Kevin Bacon’s six degrees of separation in which we’d name an actor and a movie as dissimilar as possible (try James Dean and National Treasure) and Mercy would have to connect them from memory. After two weeks of the game, it was Mercy: 46, interns: 0.

By December 7, 2006

Voices

Carrying On: From the sidelines: across the desert and far away

Last Thursday, during halftime of the Men’s basketball game against Oregon, ten individuals—men and women—filed onto the court. Some walked with a limp, some with a cane, all were veterans of the Iraq war. Most of them looked to be in their early 20s. I distinctly remember one of them, a young man with crutches and a missing leg.

By December 7, 2006

Voices

The good, the bad and the ugly

I rode the escalator into the subway station. “Gray? or Gorgeous?” the older woman in the first poster asked.

By November 30, 2006

Editorials

Ka-ching: the universal language

The University needs to take steps towards enacting a foreign language requirement for International Business majors so that they can be familiar with a second language when they pursue careers that will put them in contact with non-English-speaking business leaders.

By the November 30, 2006

Voices

Rainboots: bringing kindergarten sexy back

I was that girl who stood outside the RHO at 10:13 watching time pass with impatient anticipation.

By November 30, 2006

Editorials

And we’ll have fun fun fun

The University ought to reconsider the funds they allocate to student entertainment in order to strengthen GPB.

By the November 30, 2006

Voices

Swiping your card, stealing your heart

Carrying On: A rotating column by Voice senior staffers

By November 30, 2006

Editorials

The sound of silence

We all need to exercise a little common courtesy in the library to allow our fellow studiers to do just that: be quiet and study.

By the November 30, 2006

Voices

Ask Annabelle

Ask Annabelle: the Voice’s new advice column

By November 30, 2006

Voices

Turkey and tanning: Thanksgiving in July

My cousins were born and bred in Italy.

By November 16, 2006

Editorials

Ladies first, please, GU

Georgetown may have gone co-ed in 1969, but our faculty still has more testosterone than an East German swimmer. Less than a quarter of the full professors at Georgetown are... Read more

By the November 16, 2006

Voices

Grades schmades: why the GPA system stinks

Carrying On: A rotating column by Voice senior staffers

By November 16, 2006

Editorials

MPD: Keep chompin’ on crime

The results are in: the installation of several dozen security cameras, draconian curfews and a drastic increase in the number of hours worked by police officers have reduced violent crime... Read more

By the November 16, 2006

Voices

The stairway down to heaven

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

By November 16, 2006

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

By the November 16, 2006

Voices

Tracking down the dream

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

By November 16, 2006

Editorials

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

By the November 9, 2006

Voices

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.

By November 9, 2006

Voices

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.

By November 9, 2006

Editorials

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

By the November 9, 2006