Virginity, virginity, virginity. What is it about this word that is so uncool? I know people who are so disgusted by the idea of being a virgin that they would rather be caught with a stash of drugs by the police than to admit they were a virgin. This is hard for me to relate to because I grew up thinking of virginity as a positive thing.
Ladies, I'm going to be a rich man, so snag me quick. I'll be raking in the loot, kicking it on the deck of my $500,000 pool, drinking Cristal and pitching film ideas to Jerry Bruckheimer from my leer jet. What's more, I'm not going to work for my fortune.
The world has gone to pot. I used to think only my grandparents spoke about "the good old days," but now I find my memory winding back to the 1980s more and more. Those were "the good old days." Those were the days when the biggest decision I had to make was where to hide when the whole block was declared "in bounds" for a game of hide-and-seek. Those were the days when summers lasted a year and the chill of winter was tamed with a sufficient hill and a sled.
In a world where every movement made by individuals and countries alike may cause unspeakable horror, it is sometimes difficult to zero in on a specific topic and voice one's opinion.
MSU's left-wing activist groups have been making a lot of noise in opposition to war with Iraq.
"Sex and the City," the hit HBO show hugely popular among college-aged women, is about to end its fifth and last season.
Home and away used to be as clear to distinguish as Déj
Even though material success is promoted by the American culture, blacks with flashy things tend to be looked on negatively.
Leave it to the Wolverines to make a mess of everything. After three years at MSU, my long-standing antipathy toward the University of Michigan has hardly diminished.
Toward the middle of last semester my roommates and I made a conscious decision. We decided, against our lazy nature, to disconnect the cable.
President Bush's recent criticisms about the University of Michigan's admissions policy were factually incorrect and were exaggerated remarks intended to deceive the general public.
Hell yeah, America. Let's talk about patriotism. Let's talk about love and loyal or zealous support for one's country - in our case, the good old U.S.
A single lawn placard, the only one thus far on my side of North High Street, is plainly visible from my front door.
Feel that trembling? It's emanating from fans in places such as Big Rapids, Marquette and Columbus, Ohio.
Throughout my high school days, I was asked out by several guys. However, the physical appearance of a certain one has continued to linger.
I guess you could say that 25 decent-looking guys (who would have no problem finding women on their own, without the help of the almighty TV) chasing after a beautiful blonde woman is real.
OK. This column will likely generate a bit of hate mail. But I don't mind being a martyr this time.
Once the epitome of crude potty humor (i.e. baking brownies), Comedy Central's "South Park" has since progressed, evolving each year since its inception, touching more and more heavily upon social issues within the United States and our country's foreign policies.
"When in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the laws of nature and of nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation." America: Land of the free, home of the brave. Yeah, right. One would have to be blind, deaf and ignorant not to see the truth.
Over the holiday break, I lost count of how many bowl games I watched. When I realized I was listening to languages other than English, I knew I had entered another world zone on the satellite and it was time to turn the television off because something was critically wrong.