Voices

Voices is the Op-Ed and personal essay section of The Georgetown Voice. It features the real narratives of diverse students from nearly every corner on campus, seeking to tell some of the incredibly important and yet oft-unheard stories that affect life in and out of Georgetown.

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Dear Diary, spring break was awesome

VOICE FICTION

By the March 17, 2005

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Burning down the house

Carrying On – a rotating column by voice senior staffers

By the March 17, 2005

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Behind the scenes at Helping Individual Prostitutes Survive

The cluttered floor is lined with flavored lubricants in candy-like storage boxes, colored condoms and black t-shirts with pink writing stating, “Be Nice to Sex Workers.”

By the March 17, 2005

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The “nonsense” of gay marriage

“In the beginning, God created them male and female, male and female he created them” speaks the book of Genesis, the oldest book of the Bible.

By the March 3, 2005

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Doin’ it for your country

This piece’s original intention was to valiantly defend gay marriage. Then I realized that’s what its opponents are expecting.

By the March 3, 2005

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What would you do if you were Pope?

“What would I do if I were pope?” It’s a question we’ve all wrestled with at one point or another.

By the March 3, 2005

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How I told my parents I got married

My parents’ visit to meet my wife’s parents should have been simple enough. It might have been, too, except for one small fact: They didn’t know that she is my wife.

By the March 3, 2005

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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.

By the February 24, 2005

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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.

By the February 24, 2005

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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?

By the February 24, 2005

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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.

By the February 24, 2005

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What is Georgetown’s Jesuit Identity?

Sinfully secular or stiflingly Catholic?

By the February 17, 2005

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Falling for a lazy, overweight, self-centered … cat?

Living with a cat that’s boss of the house, and knows it.

By the February 17, 2005

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Jumping from a plane … with my mother

My mother asked me to go skydiving with her in the beginning of August, and I suspect her decision to do this came as a bit of a surprise to the both of us.

By the February 17, 2005

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Wounded animals and accordions? Must be the Metro.

Forget Sartre, Tocqueville and Napoleon. The Metro is what I have learned best while abroad in Paris.

By the February 17, 2005

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Out of the walls and into my shower

Growing up, it was always comforting to know that the sounds in my bedroom walls were not the boogeyman or someone trying to cut the phone lines before slaughtering my family and stealing Mom’s jewelry box

By the February 10, 2005

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Life’s too short and that’s no tall story

My grandfather believes short people live longer. I’m short, and when he says this I wonder if it’s enough to keep me alive until my blood has thinned and I’m bony and haggard.

By the February 10, 2005

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Carrying On

In honor of the death of love (see cover story), I’ve decided to go through the old mailbag and find some questions from readers like you?-lonely,emotionally crippled children that you are.

By the February 10, 2005

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Love, war and that hot miserable son

It used to be that when they got back to the barracks, he would sit and watch the sun rise. The hot, miserable sun that turned everything evil. That sun would come up and bring with it all that they were against, or at least were supposed to be against.

By the February 10, 2005

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When wanting to be right is very wrong

Because being against the war doesn’t mean being against the peace

By the February 3, 2005