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It seems like Kal Penn is quite the ambitious actor. As if his transition from pothead to Penn professor weren't scandalous enough, we hardly expected to see him appear on House two years ago (we guess Kumar does really go to med school after all).
As a member of today's generation, we experienced the Disney Renaissance of the 90's that brought us a whole host of new classics. Where would we be without the inspiring story of The Little Mermaid or the Oscar-nominated grandeur of Beauty and the Beast? Sure, Disney gave us unreal expectations about love and life, but if that was the extent of the psychological damage we suffered from The Lion King, we were willing to accept that. Besides, today's youth should be so lucky.
If you're a regular to the Starbucks on 34th and Walnut (or if you have the misfortune to live across the street at Hill), it's a safe bet that you've been harassed by Greenpeace canvassers. Sure, most of us choose to ignore them, put off by their piercings in places that we honestly didn't think could be pierced. When they get you with that "do you have a minute to save the environment?", we feel intense pangs of guilt as we pretend to be horribly late for an appointment but promise to do our part later. It's rare that we actually stop and chat-- and now that we're in a recession, even rarer that we give up our cash to donate to their cause.
We tend to look at mid-season replacements with a bit of skepticism. After all, if ABC really loves In The Motherhood so much (please cancel this already so we can get our Ugly Betty fix), why weren't they shoving it down our throats back in September instead of Opportunity Knocks? (If you haven't heard of that one, by the way, you're not alone.)
In honor of America's favorite ethnic holiday (sorry Cinco de Mayo), here's Random Ivy notes, in green font.
There's only one group of people that the Ivy League schools love more than trust fund babies: celebrity students. Columbia has James Franco, Harvard had Natalie Portman and Rashida Jones, and it appears that Yale might soon have Emma Watson. Indeed, Hermione was accepted to Yale, which means that all of those smug Elis might get to party with the hot actress next year, while Penn is becoming increasingly like a jealous Muggle sister (Petunia Dursley, Nursing '88?). We mentioned Emma's Ivy tour -- which notably excluded Penn -- back in October, and as admissions decisions continue to be released, we'll be keeping our eye on the celebrities and their children who might be gracing us with their presence next year.
In an ideal world, the week before Spring Break would be a time to lounge around, day-dreaming of margaritas and tropical weather. Unfortunately, this is Penn, where the week is associated with stress and torment. Papers are due nearly every day, projects must be completed (read: started), and there's always that one midterm on Friday morning that threatens to ruin your existence. This is a weekend of late nights, stress-eating, and the occasional mental-breakdown; a week where we break out the Adderall and Prozac and stock up on Red Bull.
February is shaping up to be a rough month for Facebook. First, we learned that the use of our beloved social networking site leads to Prozac, then our parents ruined our favorite procrastination technique, and don't forget that whole debacle about how Facebook tried to own us for a while (by the way, has anyone checked out Google's "privacy policy" lately?). So maybe it shouldn't come as much of a surprise that in addition to its whopping list of negatives, Facebook will also probably kill us.
Despite calling Philadelphia "our city" and telling outsiders that we live here and know it like the back of our hands... most of us don't. Content to stay in our little Penn bubble, we rarely venture past 32nd Street, leaving the comforts of University City for the occasional dinner or Thursday night soiree.
It would appear as if the stimulus package is already bringing results. Some rogue member of the College Republican sent out the e-mail below. While the event isn't happening (the College Republicans Executive Board sent out a very clear e-mail separating themselves from this), we're still intrigued. Borderline racism or partisan bitterness? You be the judge!
We weren't sure whether to be crushed or thrilled when JuicyCampus kicked the bucket. Where else were we going to get our fix of Greek-bashing, finger-pointing, and discussions about a certain set of twins without whom campus is simply not the same?
I appreciate all of your comments on my column yesterday. They speak for themselves across the board. I'll try to expand on my points and address your comments in more depth here.
Facebook stalking has become so ubiquitous that it's as much of an American pastime as baseball. After all, given the choice between doing homework or staring mindlessly at the computer and judging people based on their photos, there's really no debate (hey, freshman superlatives!). And we'd rather Facebook chat than study meta-messages in communication any day.
Don your camouflage, ladies and gentleman. This campus is about to be hit by a conflict that will make the Penn-Princeton rivalry pale in comparison. We haven't seen a feud this fierce since Serena's unexpected return to the Upper East Side.
Before Beyonce and Obama took over this blog, there was another important celebrity in our hearts. I'm speaking, of course, of Tina Fey. Indeed, we championed her virtues as an important mentor to today's students, prattled on about her stint as Palin (which might have saved SNL from the same fate as Mad TV) and showed you the glory of 30 Rock.
Congrats, Penn students, on surviving finals. In the hope that your next month of relaxation goes smoothly, consider this early Hanukkah present to be your send-off.
Procrastination drives a man to do some crazy things. And one of those things, at least for a friend and me, is browsing Penn's Web site.
Doing laundry in the dorms sucks. For those of you who might be too far removed from the experience (or the spoiled among you who send your laundry out), let me paint you a picture. Imagine me dragging my hamper to the laundry room, only to discover that one of the dryers won't turn on, another one doesn't have heat, and all four washers are full. Now, picture me dragging my laundry across Hill only to find myself in the same situation. If you really close your eyes and imagine, you can probably hear me saying "Fuck this, I'm taking a nap." Lather, rinse, repeat every two weeks for three months.
After a cab ride back from 30th Street Station on Sunday, I was completely prepared to go off on the 50-cent gas surcharge. As a cheap--not to mention broke--college student, I hop in a taxi about once a month (I made an exception this month to take a drunk ride back from karaoke in Upper Darby). Paying the $6 to get back from 30th Street Station hurts my heart, but let's face it, walking through Drexel's campus only makes coming back from Thanksgiving break that much harder. So needless to say, I was pretty miffed at having to pay an extra 50 cents now that gas has gone back towards $2 a gallon.
As I was lingering near the Button and talking to Street editors today, it occurred to me that that we officially have a week left until Thanksgiving--and with that, Thanksgiving break. Seriously, where did November go? Didn't the days fly by as we got caught up in Obamamania, Rahmania, and Beyonce-mania? (Okay, admittedly, that last one was just me, and because I can't stop, here's one more Beyonce-related video that you will love yourself for watching.)