Word: maleness
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...A.A.U. coach. "My dad was so hard on me that I didn't think I was good," says Parker. Another older brother, Marcus, 27, knocked not-so-little sister around in late-night games one-on-one. The tough love paid off: Candace is the only person--male or female--to have won the Naismith national High School Player of the Year Award twice...
...These look like a pretty good deal. You should consider joining.” It seemed like reasonable advice. After all, my dad had been an Alpha Tau Omega in college and had enjoyed his fraternity days immensely. Coming from my background, joining an all-male social club seemed natural, and at the time, hardly objectionable.By the end of my freshman year, I felt that I had a pretty good handle on the final clubs. There were a couple of clubs I partied at fairly regularly, though none was the one I ended up joining. On the other hand...
...expressing controversial views on rape fantasies. “Some comments made by the speaker were inconsistent with the co-sponsors who organized it,” says Ana Huang ’08, who was one of the organizers. Airs spent little time discussing options outside of male-female intercourse. In contrast, last semester’s speaker—who also worked at Grand Opening—passed out similar information, but referred to people as “male-bodied” and “female-bodied” in an effort...
...must secretly derive some satisfaction from their world. Otherwise, I’d be spending every Saturday night with a beer, good conversation, and the good company of world number one, hanging out in some public space where we would probably be debating the moral qualms of all-male, elitist organizations. I wouldn’t be excited by the prospect of the next garden party or themed event. But I’m not hanging out in public spaces, and I am shamefully psyched for the Boxer Rebellion party. It is not as though I am ignorant...
...fall of my sophomore year, as my male friends were being punched by the clubs, I was still standing on doorsteps, waiting to be let in. I started to get tired of laughing at jokes that weren’t that funny and batting my eyelashes at the guy standing at the door. I would sit next to club members in section during the week and then have to perpetually be their “guests” at parties on the weekend. I ended my sophomore year still trying to wrap my mind around what exactly made...