After signing up for classes a couple weeks ago, my friends and I complained about the reality check that comes with each class registration. Every time we sign up for classes, it is a sign of one semester closer to graduation and the real world. It did not help that shortly after signing up for classes, I happened to fall upon an opinion piece by Matthew C. Klein, a research associate at the Council on Foreign Relations, in The New York Times, about the trouble recent college graduates have at finding jobs.
On St. Patrick’s Day this year, while Americans were enjoying their copious amounts of alcohol, Bahrain was thrown into chaos. Troops arrested six opposition leaders, who sought reform. However, instead of putting an end to the chaos, the opposition promises to fight more furiously the more they are challenged by the government.
For as long as I can remember, I have always known March 17 as St. Patrick’s Day. I’m not the least bit Irish; nor do I believe that everybody has a “lil’ bit o’ Irish in them” on St. Paddy’s.
I was never really a fan of watching the green-dyed bagels, green beers and belligerent dressed-up leprechauns. I had no real reason to be. Sure, it’s all good and well that there are no more snakes in Ireland—but is that really what fuels the high intoxication levels and seas of nauesating green?
And so, as March 17 quickly approached, I still saw no need to acknowledge it –I’m in Italy, not Ireland. However, I soon came to find out that March 17, 2011 marks the 150th anniversary of the unification of Italy. This is relevent. This is a reason to celebrate.
There is no consistency in American foreign policy—we pick and choose what we want to do and there never seems to be a good enough reason for it.
On March 10th, before the U.S. ordered the firing of over 110 Tomahawk missiles at Libyan air defense sites, fellow Chronicle columnist Julia Hahn argued how the United States should resist the meddling with Libya and other countries we are claiming to help democratize. I’m here to support her argument.
One day a year, the Irish-by-blood celebrate side-by-side with the Irish-for-the-day. St. Patrick’s day is one holiday that everyone can get behind. Unless you’re gay and Irish. Then you have a choice: do you celebrate your heritage with everyone else, or do you sit out because the parade won’t allow any open displays of homosexuality?
In 1994, a group of gay Irish wanted to march in Boston’s traditional St. Patrick’s Day parade but were turned away by those organizing the event. The gays sued the committee. The lengthy litigation process actually canceled the parade that year. The case went all the way to the Supreme Court in 1995, which ruled in the organizers’ favor, but only after they countersued. According to the Supreme Court’s ruling, the parade sponsor’s right to ban Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and Transsexual Irish-Americans from marching openly was protected under their expression of the First Amendment.
In Libya, there has been much unrest lately as its people are crying for freedom. The United States has seen the conflict in Libya and has thought of taking action similar to that in Iraq and Afghanistan. For many years now, the American government has considered it a patriotic duty to help lesser countries who are in trouble – whether they ask for it or not. But as the American government is considering taking similar action as it has in the past people are beginning to wonder if America has really learned from its past mistakes.
How many Republicans can you fit in a closet? Evidently, a lot. The “holier-than-thou” party has spent an awful lot of time on their knees in recent years. They haven’t been doing a lot of praying.
In the past, there have been several Republican gay sex scandals; most notably ones attributed to Representative Mark Foley, famed pastor Ted Haggard, and Representative Bob Allen. These scandals have ranged from paying male prostitutes for sex and crystal meth to sending sexual instant messages to teenage boys. Everyone was forced to resign.
This past weekend I went to Carnevale in Venice. Absolute insanity. If Disney World, Halloween in New York City and those movies about drugs that everybody had to watch in middle school got together, their bastard child would come out looking something like Carnevale.
Mardi Gras, literally meaning Fat Tuesday, is essentially the same as Carnevale. The festivities of Carnevale are a celebratory precursor to the beginning of the Lenten season. The word “carnevale” comes from the Latin words “carnem levare,” meaning to remove meat. No alcohol or meat was to be consumed. The original concept of Carnevale was to facilitate concealing identities behind a whimsical and elaborate mask. With hidden faces the upper class was allowed to mingle amongst the commoners. By mingle, I mean they typically indulged in gluttonous consumption of forbidden goods, and had many an affair with lower classes and illicit lovers.
“Every great movement begins with one man, and I guess that’s me.” Do you know who said that? Here’s a hint: he’s a recent newsmaker. If you guessed Colonel Mummar Gaddafi, the leader of Libya, then you would be wrong.
It’s actually Charlie Sheen, the former star of “Two and a Half Men,” who has been dismissed from the show after abusing drugs and alcohol one time too many. Sheen has since gone on as many TV talk shows as he can, in order to prove that he is clean and sober through the power of his mind. However, he keeps saying things that seriously put his sobriety into question.
Sheen might still be on drugs, or he might be having a mental breakdown. Nobody really knows for sure. The problem is all the time spent speculating about his current condition is time that could have been used to cover the protests in Northern Africa and the Middle East.
Wandering back after leaving a bar in Florence the other weekend was strangely familiar. Coming back Friday night around 2 is no unusual feeling. Neither was my hunger. Around 2 a.m. on a Friday night back at Hofstra, any proud Pride patron stops at Dutch Treats. Statistics show that fewer than three percent of Dutch Treats revenue comes from sober students. This is perhaps because nobody in their right mind is willing to pay $5 for Pringles, or perhaps because Pringles never seem more necessary than at 2 a.m. In any event, Dutch Treats is a stop on any late night trek home.