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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Set your tazers to deep fry

If you’re anything like me, you’re probably a radical, right-wing gun-collector with a penchant for kinky bondage-style sex and a harrowing addiction to whippets. You probably also go to a fair number of concerts, which is a little closer to what I actually want to talk about.

By the October 31, 2002

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A two-state solution

As an incoming first-year student at Georgetown and an active Israel supporter, I had heard a lot about the debate over the Israel issue on campus. The things I had heard labeled Georgetown an anti-Israel campus and even anti-Jewish in some respects. As such, I was nervous when I arrived on campus, but I was equally eager to get involved with Georgetown’s pro-Israel and Jewish student groups.

By the October 31, 2002

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You have no idea how tired I am

First of all: I am tired. I am true of heart! And also: You are tired. You are true of heart! ?Dave Eggers, at the beginning of his book A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius Now: I have never been so tired. You have no idea how tired I am. I truly hope you are not as tired as I am.

By the October 31, 2002

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Taking back my life

As my voice rang out that cold, breezy night in November two years ago, my hands shook and my mind filled with images of a similar evening four years past. The entire time I spoke I felt completely removed from myself? as though I were listening with the crowd of hundreds, not speaking to them.

By the October 31, 2002

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A plum village of the mind (more clich?s)

Early October, the south of France. I lay languidly, rocking from side to side in my hammock, the Mediterranean sun streaking through the dense foliage, a gentle breeze gusting through the vineyards, carrying the smell of fresh figs and the last remnants of late morning mist.

By the October 24, 2002

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A good walk ruined

What would you call a person who took delight in whacking a tiny spherical object hundreds of yards toward a barely-visible goal? To make things more interesting, imagine that the ball had to be no more than 1.680 inches in diameter, couldn’t weigh more than 45.

By the October 24, 2002

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The girl who whimpered rape

We enter an apartment; why are we alone? After this my memory is muddled, hazy. I vividly see myself entering the doorway. My smile fades, I feel frightened. Through a cloud of alcohol … he is on top of me. I open and close my eyes, lethargic and sedated.

By the October 24, 2002

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Correction

The Georgetown Voice takes mistakes seriously. We will correct all mistakes of fact in our stories and publish appropriate clarifications as soon as possible. “Students participate in death penalty awareness,” which appeared in the Oct. 17 issue of the Voice, incorrectly referred to the speaker at “Live from Death Row,” as a pardoned death row inmate.

By the October 24, 2002

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The Manassas diaries

There were four of us that early Monday morn, four sad bastards facing futures without certainty. There was Redding, the erstwhile philosophy student from Georgia who owned one too many scarves. There was Mike, a sexual deviant from Arizona with a quick wit and a goatee.

By the October 17, 2002

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Letter to the Editor

I read with interest your editorial “Time to ask and tell” (Oct. 10, 2002). There are real costs to integrating the openly gay into the ranks. This is not to say that those costs may not be worthy of the goal, but let’s fully understand the ramifications of what you are advocating.

By the October 17, 2002

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Now back it up

You might have heard of “Minnesota Nice,” but as far as I’m concerned, it stops right where my personal bubble starts. Throughout my childhood, I didn’t like to touch people in public. I’m not talking about regular public displays of affection, although I rarely support that either.

By the October 17, 2002

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We fear evil, for the Lord is not with us

They say we are given to experience God’s will only in very small ways. Well, dude, I ain’t feeling it at all. I’m pretty sure, in fact, that the will of God is entirely absent from my Henle home. No, I have not found Jesus, and I doubt he would dare set foot in my apartment, for the good Lord would shudder at the crime against nature that is Georgetown’s housing arrangements.

By the October 17, 2002

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Straight from the child’s mouth herself

Stepping off the plane in Dallas last Friday amidst cowboy hats and wide-open spaces, I was immediately thrown into the pulsating mixture of my relatives?great aunts from California, second cousins from Oklahoma, parents from Missouri?all in Dallas to celebrate my great-grandmother’s 90th birthday.

By the October 10, 2002

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Most likely to secede

Last spring, I was abroad in Santiago, Chile, and while I was there I dated a television producer. He was then working on a WWF-style wrestling show, the first of its kind to air in Chile. One night, during a pretty intense argument, he told me that as a television producer surrounded by beautiful people, he had options?he could date girls 10 times better looking than I was.

By the October 10, 2002

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Red dragon, yellow news

On Monday morning, Oct. 7, a 13-year-old boy was shot in the chest as his mother dropped him off in front of his middle school in Bowie, Md. The boy was the eighth victim in a series of sniper-style shootings that have left six dead and two seriously wounded in the suburbs of our nation’s capital over the past week.

By the October 10, 2002

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In defense of IMF/World Bank protesters

The recent editorial, “Leave the McDonald’s alone,” (Sept. 26, 2002) is yet another instance of the biased, close-minded and poorly reported media representations of anti-corporate globalization protests that have dominated coverage since 1999. The editorial consisted of nothing but fabrications, counterintuitive inferences and baseless accusations, while managing to ignore completely any of the real issues.

By the October 10, 2002

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Flight of faith

There was a time in my life when I harbored serious disdain for those who catered to their own irrational fear of flying in airplanes. Indeed, what could be safer than an airplane? Trains derail, cars crash, pedestrians trip on curbs or get hit by said cars.

By the October 3, 2002

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A broad at home

Every day can be a miracle, if only we let it. Of course, wallowing in self-pity and indulging our victim mentality, is so much easier, so much saucier. Who doesn’t want to deny the silver lining, the pleasant surprise that may lurk behind a failure? After all, embracing it could lead to a certain degree of happiness.

By the October 3, 2002

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Confessions of a communications director

I’ll admit it: I was the one who suggested the classy-sounding titles. It was my feeling that the more seriously we took the Georgetown University Student Association campaign, the more important we could pretend it was. To avoid internal struggles, the candidate did not want to designate a “Campaign Manager.

By the October 3, 2002

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Correction

The Georgetown Voice takes mistakes seriously. We will correct all mistakes of fact in our stories and publish appropriate clarifications as soon as possible. ? The Sept. 26 article “Protests may snarl downton D.C.,” incorrectly referred to the targets of last weekend’s protests.

By the October 3, 2002