Category Archives: Humour
Patrick, the Ideological Rationalist
Meet Patrick*, a young 22-year-old living and attending school in Alberta. Patrick’s your stereotypical college guy. He’s intelligent, good-looking, well-liked, laid-back, politically active, well-read, and knowledgeable about current affairs. The ladies love him and the guys want to be him. That kind of guy. But behind his bright I-want-to-knock-his-teeth-out kind of smile, there lies a deafening darkness. See, Patrick’s a conservative
Patrick, the Ideological Rationalist
Meet Patrick*, a young 22-year-old living and attending school in Alberta. Patrick’s your stereotypical college guy. He’s intelligent, good-looking, well-liked, laid-back, politically active, well-read, and knowledgeable about current affairs. The ladies love him and the guys want to be him. That kind of guy. But behind his bright I-want-to-knock-his-teeth-out kind of smile, there lies a deafening darkness. See, Patrick’s a conservative
Personal Statement for Law School
As a young woman of oppressed colour, belonging to a religion subject to discrimination, coming from a lower-middle class family, I have always sought to channel my sheer excellence, brilliance and awesomeness through the appropriate media. This initially began with my amazing organizational and leadership abilities, which first piqued during early adolescence. My brilliance was expressed through my involvement in student politics and general good-will kind of crap. It worked extremely well in cultivating the already existing awesomeness I held within.
Personal Statement for Law School
As a young woman of oppressed colour, belonging to a religion subject to discrimination, coming from a lower-middle class family, I have always sought to channel my sheer excellence, brilliance and awesomeness through the appropriate media. This initially began with my amazing organizational and leadership abilities, which first piqued during early adolescence. My brilliance was expressed through my involvement in student politics and general good-will kind of crap. It worked extremely well in cultivating the already existing awesomeness I held within.
Confessions of a Woman with Hair
November, 2007. 1:30 am. Alone. Chest pains. Shortness of breath. A feeling of overwhelming fear. Tears streamed down sullen cheeks. With what strength and composure I could muster, I reached for my phone and dialed 911 and asked for an ambulance. Twenty minutes later, I was sitting in the emergency room at a local hospital.
Confessions of a Woman with Hair
November, 2007. 1:30 am. Alone. Chest pains. Shortness of breath. A feeling of overwhelming fear. Tears streamed down sullen cheeks. With what strength and composure I could muster, I reached for my phone and dialed 911 and asked for an ambulance. Twenty minutes later, I was sitting in the emergency room at a local hospital.
Sexualizing your childhood since 1996
I never thought that five scantily-clad women would ever be able to fulfill a lifelong dream. But it happened, on January 31 at approximately 8:50 p.m. Surrounded by thousands of screaming women and gay men, I looked on as an iconic quintet burst onto the Bell Centre stage. Scary, Baby, Ginger, Posh, and Sporty; these thirtysomethings smacked me out of my 20-year-old, young-and-attractive-woman mindset, and turned me back into a squealing 10-year-old girl.
Sexualizing your childhood since 1996
I never thought that five scantily-clad women would ever be able to fulfill a lifelong dream. But it happened, on January 31 at approximately 8:50 p.m. Surrounded by thousands of screaming women and gay men, I looked on as an iconic quintet burst onto the Bell Centre stage. Scary, Baby, Ginger, Posh, and Sporty; these thirtysomethings smacked me out of my 20-year-old, young-and-attractive-woman mindset, and turned me back into a squealing 10-year-old girl.
Googling Myself: How Sana Saeed Stole My Life
Aside from breaking every fiber of idealism and hope within my 5’2’’ body, McGill has constantly forced me to ask, “Where the shit are you going with your life, Sana?” Like many other fellow students deprived of self-esteem, I initially found solace in egoistic endeavors, such as running for AUS and Googling myself – which isn’t as glorious as it sounds. It kind of sucks when you share a name with a former Bollywood child actor, and it’s even worse when the only results that relate to you are from mcgilldaily.com.
Googling Myself: How Sana Saeed Stole My Life
Aside from breaking every fiber of idealism and hope within my 5’2’’ body, McGill has constantly forced me to ask, “Where the shit are you going with your life, Sana?” Like many other fellow students deprived of self-esteem, I initially found solace in egoistic endeavors, such as running for AUS and Googling myself – which isn’t as glorious as it sounds. It kind of sucks when you share a name with a former Bollywood child actor, and it’s even worse when the only results that relate to you are from mcgilldaily.com.
Breaking the Ice with That Islamic Studies Guy
I would like to introduce to you That Islamic Studies Guy – a PhD student at the Institute of Islamic Studies. I’ve been seeing him around for the past year, primarily in, you guessed it, the Islamic Studies library. Despite running into one another often, our interactions have been minimal and awkward. Missed “Hello’s,” nods of acknowledgment, quick curious glances, and bright smiles have come to signify our relations. A brief, “Do you mind watching my stuff for a minute?” at the Second Cup at Milton and Parc still remains the pinnacle of our conversation.
Breaking the Ice with That Islamic Studies Guy
I would like to introduce to you That Islamic Studies Guy – a PhD student at the Institute of Islamic Studies. I’ve been seeing him around for the past year, primarily in, you guessed it, the Islamic Studies library. Despite running into one another often, our interactions have been minimal and awkward. Missed “Hello’s,” nods of acknowledgment, quick curious glances, and bright smiles have come to signify our relations. A brief, “Do you mind watching my stuff for a minute?” at the Second Cup at Milton and Parc still remains the pinnacle of our conversation.
To Shake or not to Shake?
Visibility has come to take hostage of our understanding of sexuality. I would blame the 1960s Sexual Revolution, but I lack the academic credentials to do so. However, this idea of visibility as the sole expression of sexuality can easily be traced to the Sexual Revolution, which saw the breaking down of shame and humility previously associated with sex.
To Shake or not to Shake?
Visibility has come to take hostage of our understanding of sexuality. I would blame the 1960s Sexual Revolution, but I lack the academic credentials to do so. However, this idea of visibility as the sole expression of sexuality can easily be traced to the Sexual Revolution, which saw the breaking down of shame and humility previously associated with sex.
