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...fair, the impetus comes mostly from the firms that are recruiting. Local non-profits, magazines, school districts and Congress have few built-in mechanisms or resources to come here and woo us. OCS does attempt to present a variety of other options (or at least, direct us to the ubiquitous "binders in the downstairs reading room"). We should expect more of OCS, though. Compared to the convenience of the recruiting process, finding information about other fields is a much more arduous a task. Students who pursue other fields must be largely selfguided...
...simmering brew of constitutional, moral and even religious questions. Sound a lot like "Piss Christ" or Robert Mapplethorpe all over again? The same issues boiled over then, and the same issues continue to define America's bitter culture war today. While it may be tempting, therefore, for those of us who support the mayor to just render due kudos and go home, perhaps we should take advantage of this fresh opportunity to explain why he was right--maybe even to propose a just accommodation of publicly funded speech and decency, artistic freedom and religious values...
...everything in Reagan's life. His famous words, "Mr. Gorbachev, tear down that wall!" are foreshadowed in his college days, when Reagan plays a part in Edna St. Vincent Millay's Aria da Capo and speaks the lines, "This wall is actually a wall, a thing / Come up between us, shutting me away." One of the most jarring moments of Reagan's otherwise happy childhood is when he comes home one night to find his father passed out, drunk, on the snow of their front yard, his arms spread out as if he were crucified...
Yuppie guys, on the other hand, until recently, have lacked the range that women have been privy too. So-called "dick" flicks are not nearly as interesting or varied as movies more geared toward us of the skirt persuasion (even the name isn't as fun) - only lots of guns and strippers, or some wicked combination of both. And while I can easily revel in South Park, if some poor bloke happens to stumble upon any movie with Sally Field, it is indeed a sign of the apocalypse. I once caught (caught is the key word here) my father whimpering...
...that much more profoundly alarming than even we girls imagined, and that we girls are not the only angst uncertain ones out there in the universe. The violent form this angst is taking is even more disturbing - the thought that that pretty boy I-banker that sits next to us on the train may be harboring thoughts of man-anguish chaos certainly disturbs me. I think I may prefer an abstract Mr. Willis shooting down the entire world than this haunting - and scarily authentic - perception of my American yuppie. This new analysis of men, however, plucks an uneasy chord...