What rhymes with “love”? Dove, above, glove … shove? The week of Valentine’s Day is either celebrated by the happily in love or bemoaned and mocked by everyone else. Either way, the week’s events were similarly polarized, igniting passions we normally reserve for the bedroom.
Northwestern is doing its part to make us feel good. The university is hosting a series of love- and relationship-themed seminars. The “Successfully Single” and “Good Sex, Bad Sex” programs happened on Monday, but coming soon are “Emotional Intelligence and Intimate Relationships,” “Long Distance Relationships” and “Breaking Up is Hard to Do.” They really have every phase of Facebook relationship status covered, except “It’s Complicated.” No one can figure that one out.
As the Dance Marathon final-money deadline approaches next Thursday, dancers only get more desperate. Events were held two nights in a row at Hundo: first, a pop culture trivia competition on Tuesday, then a Valentine’s Day-themed shindig on Wednesday. The two competed for attendance — because who goes to Hundo two nights in a row besides freshmen with new fakes?
On top of where to get crunk, people couldn’t decide whether to believe Medill Dean John Lavine’s lame explanation (read: he forgot) for quoting anonymous sources in an alumni magazine. David Spett is suspicious, and in class this week, skeptical journalism ethics students squirmed.
NU’s minorities made quite the splash. The Asians, both South and East, represented their motherland in full force after a weekend of merrymaking at the SASA show and Celebrasia. In raunchier, but still Asian, news, the university’s sexiest Asian American men are queuing up to win Mr. PanAsia, a beauty pageant designed to help Asian guys break out of the “effeminate and passive” stereotype. Too bad there’s no swimsuit round.
And let’s not forget that February is also Black History Month. Besides serving delicious jerk chicken, the university will display artwork by Heather Marie Davis-Jones at Norris’s Dittmar Memorial Gallery from Feb. 14 through 24.
We were in love, or we were bitter. We defended Dean Lavine, or (more likely) we saw the hypocrisy coming. But mostly we were mad that we won’t get President’s Day off. I mean, it’s a federal holiday!