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Even today, WCOTC's websites contain plenty of incendiary language. One of its "16 Commandments" is to "destroy and banish all Jewish thought and influence." Hale has written of the need for a "total solution to the ills of this planet," echoing Hitler's call for a "final solution." That's just the sort of nonsense that could provoke a troubled loser looking for someone to blame for his plight. "The sophisticated bigots know they're not going to have a mass movement," says Rabbi Abraham Cooper of the Simon Wiesenthal Center, an antihate group in Los Angeles. "But with...
...academics are their niche. They are perfectly happy, but they're not the only ones. There is so much else to do here that after a while, you'll see where your priorities lie and you won't want to spend the time studying that it takes to banish those B's (or C's as the case...
...official: I m a really bad feminist. Odd, since I sincerely believe in the equality of sexes. This equality still fails to show up in the gender ratio of faculty or even of section assholes. Feminism does and did a lot to banish such inequality (understatement) and I m grateful that I can pursue whatever catches my fancyaexcept, considering my petite stature, maybe wrestling or basketball. Not to say that there aren t women who can do those pretty darn well...
...have known for a while, but had not forced myself to admit. As I, along with the rest of '02, prepare for the imminent plunge into the murky waters of blocking, I need to confess my one secret to my roommates: You're living with an eight-year-old. Banish me from the R-rated bathroom conversations. Stop using bananas as lecture aids. I am just not old enough to hear about that. Any aging processes, any internal maturation, any sign of leaving my Punky Brewster days behind--it's all null and void. I am getting younger the longer...
...have known for a while, but had not forced myself to admit. As I, along with the rest of '02, prepare for the imminent plunge into the murky waters of blocking, I need to confess my one secret to my roommates: You're living with an eight-year-old. Banish me from the R-rated bathroom conversations. Stop using bananas as lecture aids. I am just not old enough to hear about that. Any aging processes, any internal maturation, any sign of leaving my Punky Brewster days behind--it's all null and void. I am getting younger the longer...