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Though All-Americanness to me (have pity on my land-locked, suburban Ohio soul) still invokes images of boys clad in Abercrombie polo shirts who conceal Natty Light six-packs at home football games on Friday nights, it is still fun, if not unrealistic, to enter the fantastical worlds of a “sunrise sail” on a boat called “Serendripity” and envision Pulitzer’s fond memories at the Kentucky Derby—Pulitzer says that “mother always had racehorses and her Louis Vuitton luggage was trimmed...
...able to work out because I have a paper due... It is nice to be able to rip off your shirt at Manray with all eyes on you,” he says. Gay males are constantly bombarded with the image of the slim, toned, coiffed, fragrant and designer-clad boyish hunk. “Gay culture is very conscious of appearance,” says Foster. Mountain, the wardrobe consultant for Louis Boston, goes further to say, “a lot of the gay community are label whores.” Having the proper Redken hair paste...
...moved into his suite just a short jog from Hemenway Gymnasium this past September, Evan J. Sperber ’07 chose to plaster the walls of his Canaday bedroom with dozens of pictures of Speedo-wearing, oiled-up body builders instead of putting up the typical bikini-clad Sports Illustrated models. “I don’t look at them sexually,” explains Sperber. “I look at them because they remind me that I don’t want to become a Harvard intellectual.” Sperber’s goal...
Harvard fans are used to seeing big games in New Haven. Time after time, championship dreams have come down to Harvard versus Yale, Crimson and Bulldogs, mano a mano. For decades, they have watched and cheered as their crimson-clad warriors battled for athletic greatness. Usually, though, those warriors are a bit bigger than...
Upon returning from my botched mission, I was graciously greeted by my host and her bathing suit-clad posse, who invited me to Harvard’s first-ever foam party: Mather Lather. It was then that I reluctantly discarded my preformed opinion of Harvard’s social life and opened my eyes to reality. There were hordes, (and anyone around last year knows I mean literal hordes), of students roaming the streets looking for a good time...