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...caught you checking yourself out in the Science Center mirrors. The Angry Feminist You’re smart and friendly—at least until someone mentions Larry Summers. Between FemSex and your WGS tutorial, you don’t have time for anything but a wash-and-wear. Sure, you’ve heard that longer hair is considered sexier, but who really cares? Men are pigs anyway. The Side-bang You fashionista, you. It can’t be easy rushing from the Delphic to the Fly and back again. And don’t worry, when you?...
...world, English concentrators always have time to dress for success between their six hours of class a week. Leggings are an essential component to any outfit, allowing female concentrators to go without pants (frequently leading to the display of something resembling the toe of a certain hump-backed ungulate). Wearing oversized shirts that flop loosely the hips, these Shakespeare junkies are able to hide the stress weight that comes from having no job or applicable skills upon graduation. omputer Science/Mathematics/Physics Veterans of never-ending problem sets, these concentrators dress comfortably and in layers to mitigate Cabot Science Library?...
...After two failed nominations directed at women who hired illegal immigrants as nannies, Bill Clinton turned to Janet Reno to fill the attorney general position. How did she respond to this signal of confidence? By using unprecedented military action against cults and six year olds. She also decided to wear extremely unflattering suits made out of what seems to be long swathes of cobalt fabric. Despite a judgmental American public that seems to favor women of the Laura Bush ilk (heck, even Hillary is showing cleavage on the presidential trail while also wearing an endless string of peach linen pants...
...less about dressing beautifully, and more about a certain truculence that laughs in the face of convention. As Harvard women, perhaps we can take a page out of this book. Who knows? Maybe we would be objectively uglier, but we would have some self-respect and we would never wear Harvard sweatshirts anymore, not even as a funny joke...
...loud glorification of government-backed violence and a raucous endorsement of a “do whatever it takes” mentality. In the film’s world, cops are still called pigs, cocaine rules the street, Blondie still plays at clubs, and mobsters with ponytails wear tight leather jackets. But such 80s cultural stereotypes seem anachronistic, mostly because they so poorly mask the fact that the questions at the film’s core are distinctly those of our time—a time when our country’s de facto cultural voice is some mongrel mishmash...