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bad sex // beej emily post- // emily posta clean, well-planted place // alice preminger
Editor- and Editrix-in-Chief Clayton Aldern Jennie Young Carr Managing Editor of Features Zo Hoffman Managing Editor of Arts & Culture Alexa Trearchis Managing Editor of Lifestyle Rmy Robert Features Editor Kathy Nguyen Arts & Culture Editors Claire Luchette Ben Resnik Lifestyle Editor Cassie Packard Serif Sheriff Clara Beyer Large Plaid Asian Phil Lai Staff Writer Lily Goodspeed Staff Illustrators Marissa Ilardi Madeleine Denman Adela Wu Sheila Sitaram
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in strangers we trust // mintaka angell post- it notes top ten
Thank you, Jim, Brown, and readership. We truly thank you for this opportunity. We could not be happier, nor more fortunate, to write this note for your ever-attentive eyes. Now, your question is excellent and relevant. Its true: We are a nation of immigrants. Literally forty-eight percent of you believe that sixty percent of you once believed that. But let me answer your question with another question. When spring arrives, we say it has sprung. But what of October? Fellow Americans, October has birthed. But it didnt birth alone. It took your grit and determination, and a lot of prenatal yoga. Here at the Post- office, we are waist-deep in pumpkin ale; or as our opponent calls it, Octobers afterbirth. But we are not drunk, dearest readership. Rather, we are somberly sobering up on the promise of this great nation. If we are drunk on anything, it is our amber waves of gluten-free grain. Just like Pamela in Massachusetts, who sometimes eats bread. We shook her hand, folks. This weeks issue contains the fruits of ourof yourlabor. We talked to strangers. We considered the Millennials. But were we not talking to one another and considering ourselves? Post- is not afraid to delve into the real issues at hand. Tonight, we InDesign greatness. Tonight, we help birth America.
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Cover Adela Wu A Clean, Well-planted Place Sheila Sitaram Young Folks Madeleine Denman and Marissa Ilardi The Plays the Thing Phil Lai The Artists down the Street Grace Sun Food with Tude Glenys Ong
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Last week, the author of Qwerty was incorrectly identified. The true author of the piece was Tanya Singh. Post- regrets the error. Post-, additionally, will buy her a cookie.
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emily postEMILY POSTHeres to gifts that keep on giving, Beej Dear Beej, I just met a really cute grad student in my seminar on Postcolonial Birthing Methods. Hes 29, very attractive, and I just died when he made a comment last week about the concept of the vaginal space. Im trying as hard as I can to impress him in section, but how do I get him to change his idea of me from silly undergrad to academic maven? Any help I can get, Want to be Under Grad Dear Under Grad, You could work this three ways. First of all does he know youre an undergrad? If not, he doesnt really need to. If he does know, exude an aura of maturity. Wear some pumps and carry a purse. Carry around some photos of children that may or may not be your own. Casually work into conversation that there are too many undergrads at the GCB. Lastly, and this might be your best option, play the youth card to your advantagepreteen mini skirts, baby talk, what have you. Play it like youre looking for a mentor. Every grad student loves a worshipper. Unless your class does a unit on postcolonial conception, I wouldnt talk about class. Huzzah! Beej
Dear Beej, Do you have a recommendation on sex toys, of either the male or female variety? My cousins are fraternal twins, and Im looking for gift ideas. Thanks, Le Cousin Dangereux. Dear Cuz, What a thoughtful gift idea. A sex toy is not only a highly personalized object that suggests you know your cousins well but also something that they will cherish for years to come. As for recommendations, I have a few favorites that make great gifts. Albeit, my taste in gadgets has often been referred to as kinky, hardcore, and physically taxing. Though most people are sexual wusses in my book, I understand that we all have different thresholds, so Ive included in this list some edgy yet introductory pieces that will excite the inexperienced and the hardened sex addict alike. I highly recommend suction toys, since messing around with the vacuum cleaner can be a risky option. To tantalize both sexes, mini nipple suckers add a surprisingly satisfying nip of suction to your tit teasing. Another road less traveled is sensation play. The Foreplay Ice Glacial Stimulator, a push pop of chilling ecstasy, is an addition that will paradoxically heat things up in any bedroom. And for the hardcore in all of us, Id recommend the Fuck Saw. Its a dildo attached to an engine, and I rarely leave home without it. With the Fuck Saw, its not sex, its making love.
benefit the neighborhood reaps from their harvest. While City Farm is a not-for-profit venture, one can easily find its products for purchase. The garden supplies several local vendors, such as downtown Providences White Electric Coffee Co., makes frequent appearances at several Providence farmers markets (most frequently at the biweekly market in Lippett Park), and sponsors a subscription-based monthly delivery program, with the proceeds of sales going directly to fund the farms maintenance. Not to mention, of course, that the farm is always open to curious passersby, meaning you can always visit those salubrious squash in person. For more information about City Farm, or the Southside Community Land Trust, check out http://www.southsideclt.org/. Illustration by Sheila Sitaram
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young folks
spoiled but not rotten
ZO HOFFMAN managing editor of feaures
In case you havent heard, we have a problemand were it. Im not just talking about we, the Brown University undergraduates, or even we, the college students of America. Im talking about we, the millennials. Our vaguely defined generation is generally seen to lie between the ages of 18 and 34, though the significant difference between a high school senior and a 30-something could lead us to think that calling us all millennials is just a convenient way for our parents generation to lump all the young folks together. Their construction of the typical millennial seems to disregard a diversity of class, race, ethnicity, and other characteristics, instead imagining the whole generation as a troop of coddled, wealthy (and probably white) brats.n the past, a typical troublesome youth was characterized by a leather jacket, a motorcycle, and too much free time to wreak havoc on the neighborhood. Now, the signifiers are designer jeans, an iPad, and a liberal arts degree. Whatever the backstory is, we areaccording to our parents, at leastentering the workforce, shaking it up, and turning it upside down. Unless you were without Internet, stuck under a rock, or otherwise occupied this past summer, there was no way to avoid the curiosity and panicregarding millennials. This group is said to be spoiled, whiny, and demanding (see: The New Yorker, The Atlantic, The New York Times, et al.). We are, as claimed by some media reports, in a strange middle ground between adolescence and adulthood. These same sources tend to characterize millennials as a group of people attempting to shirk their adult responsibilities for as long as possible. We enter the workforce as an overeducated mass, demanding certain conveniences that were not offered to the generations that preceded us. Millennials go into an office expecting flexible work hours, fun-filled environments, and the freedom to work on side projects, all the while demanding a salary that enables us to maintain the lifestyle we have grown accustomed to. Were selfish, which is even more reprehensible in this tough economic time. But the lifestyle for which we strive is encouraged by the market. We are criticized for our consumerism, yet businesses need us to survive. Many recognize this and churn out advertising that is specifically tailored to us. Working at a large advertising agency this summer, I saw just how much importance is placed on targeting this newly discovered cash cow. Many of us have disposable income and if we dont, were willing to splurge on things we dont need. At the agency, there was a strong push towards getting into the mind of the millennial. Strategic planners and researchers approached the task with an anthropological mindset, assigning interns to conduct street interviews, send surveys to their friends, and report on pop culture trends in order to get a better read on this elusive idea of millennialism. The agency wanted to know what we do on the weekends, what we wear, what we buy, what blogs we read, what we eat .... I was amazed at how little some of the higher-ups in the office knew about the people that worked with them everyday as their assistants and admins. By the end of the summer, the agency had compiled a databases worth of likes and dislikesall in order to get into the heads of this burgeoning consumer group. Unlike many in the media, those conducting the research did not approach the millennial as a problem at all; instead, they realized the economic and creative potential in exploring millennial culture that cannot be described with blanket statements about privilege and high expectations. In fact, the millennials can be more accurately seen as a group that defies definitiona generation that is too diverse to lump under one category yet whose members can find similarities in the way they enter the adult world, with an innate knowledge of technology and a high spirit of entrepreneurship and individualism. But we get a bad rap. Yes, many of us are spoiled by our parents and therefore may think we deserve more, earlier, whereas older generations had to spend years in low-level positions before landing a fulfilling career. But Id also like to point out that these supposedly unreasonable expectations of ours have been fueled by the cult of success weve grown up in. For Brown students specifically, our trajectory from elementary school to high school to college may appear to have been easy and even predetermined to our resume-readers. More often than not, weve been guided by an army of advisors along the way who have helped us on our path to success. But what a resume cant show is the pressure to succeed that is pushed upon us constantly. We get it from our parents, our professors, our peers, and, for the most part, ourselves. We have internalized societys idea of success: Graduate from a prestigious college, get a well-paying job in a world-class city, and breed successful children that will follow the same path. At the same time, were expected to be interesting, creative, and productive members of society in our free time. Its a high order to fulfill, and its a relatively new one at that. In the current age of globalization, we are competing not only against our neighbors down the street but also against our neighbors across the world. Technology brings us closer together, but it also invites the anxiety that comes with the relentless drive to come up with the next big, innovative thing that will change our lives. The notion that we might need to invent something completely new in order to construct our own space in society and in the economy is not necessarily something our parents had to deal with. And its an ideal that everyone is striving for, causing a sort of traffic jam on the path to success (and far too many failed tech startups). Competing with our peers can create an atmosphere that is stifling, emotionally and intellectually. So, why shouldnt we expect more of
our job and our workplace once we actually get into the real world? We have spent years and years being told how to define a successful adulthood, and I believe its time we have a say in what that success actually means to us whether it be a healthier work-life balance or a chance to explore new definitions of the word employee. And according to some sources, our demands can actually create a more dynamic and productive working environment. Many offices have instituted changes that cater directly to a millennial way of working (teleconferencing into work, flexible work hours, time to work on side projects, etc.) that are also better for our older counterparts. Happier employeeswho actually want to come into workcreate an environment that is collaborative, productive, and enjoyable. Making adjustments for those who devote hours upon hours (often to completing menial tasks) is a small price to pay for better outputs. And to those older workers who slaved away to get to where they are: Know that it is not that we are working less, were just working differently. In the digital age, flexibility is key to the constant push toward innovation. So maybe we go on Facebook a bit too often at the office, and perhaps we shouldnt Instagram our caffeine intake quite so frequently, but for the most part we still work hard and push ourselves (and our coworkers) to succeed. As a generation who has resided in a pressure cooker for most of our lives, we know what it takes to excel at something. And, yes, were entitled, maybe a little spoiled, but our expectations cannot simply be snubbed as a temper tantrum. Our contributions are important to an evolution of the workplace in which the office becomes not just a place where a disparate group of people come together for nine (or ten or fourteen) hours a day but instead an environment that fosters innovation. In the end, yes, our bosses might have to change their ways for us, but I swearwere a good return on investment. Illustrations by Madeleine Denman and Marissa Iliardi
stroy an actors natural physical instincts and thus his performance. Watching the Ordet cast warm up before their second performance, I felt a sense of nostalgia for my seven-year-old self. On the one hand, its embarrassing to recall my unabashed enthusiasm and lack of self-awareness, how I hummed loudly every week in art class without pausing to consider whether Bette Midler show tunes might get on my classmates nerves. On the other hand, today Id give almost anything to be seven and clueless and not to care. HAAAA-HAAAA! the actors shout, exhaling with abandon as they touch their toes, then roll up gradually to an upright
position, posture impeccable and vocals refreshed. Now lets do undulations, Langford announces, because theyre so lovely. So the circle of actors sways softly from side to side, rising and falling gently in unison. Later, when they play Name Five, the cast claps and shouts, supporting each other with friendly, raucous cheers. I wonder how it is possible that the group had only met weeks ago, as strangers. But thats how theater works at Brown, Dallas says, and maybe everywhere: You feel like an outsider, until all of a sudden one day you feel like an insider. Illustration by Phil Lai
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once Ive scoured the restaurant for a bottle opener? As a former waitress, Im aware that working in a restaurant is a bit like playing The Sims. Theres a room full of people with mood indicators over their heads, and for every five minutes theyre left unattended, their colors shift from green to red. Get the order wrong, and theyll wave their hands about and shout expletives in the form of pound signs. Around food, people are infantile. Theyre picky, demanding, and they want things immediately, their way. The customer is always right tude has produced clientele with the patience of spoiled children in Roald Dahl novels. Yet there are certain instances when difficulties dining out heighten our tension and anticipation. A few weeks ago I dragged my friends to brunch at Julians on BroadwayIm a sucker for their home fries and homemade ketchup. As per usual, there was a 30-minute wait. Itll be worth it, I told them, and as my stomach growled, I sincerely hoped I was right. Seeing the line out the door and the score of names ahead of us made the goal that much more desirable. We wanted what we could not have, and what everyone else wanted too, so we waited. Patiently, then impatiently. And when we sat down to eat, our built-up expectations were confirmed. Home fries hit my stomach, and
my blood sugar rose along with my spirits. Perhaps food service is a bit like sex. Sometimes we want to be ordered around, to take the orders instead of giving them. On a tamer level, this is the allure of the chef s tasting menu, food selected for you by someone who knows better. The kinkier side is exemplified by the Soup Nazi, the infamous Seinfeld soup master (make an order wrong and No soup for you!). There are those places where no matter how mean that one waiter is, even if the
maitre d makes snide remarks about your glasses, you keep on going for the food. At a sandwich place in my hometown, the host would lock the door when the restaurant was at capacity. Youd have to wait until someone left, then you could slide through the entry way and request a table. The sandwiches, though, were just that goodwe were beating down locked doors to get to them. When a waiters wage is determined by the magnanimity of the patron, weve come to expect a certain level of service. We expect to be coddled, quickly served with a wink and a smile. And when that doesnt happen, when a restaurant staff is perhaps more genuine than wed like, we can throw a fit or we can take it. And maybe like it. Dining at Louies, another Questaurant, my friend and I sit outside. Mid-conversation, our waiter removes the ketchup from our table, silently. Moments later, he takes our plates without a word. His stony demeanor is uncomfortable, and I feel like Im imposing. Did you see his bacon band-aid? I look for it when he brings the check. On his arm, out of place on the disgruntled figure. The food was greasy, the service was ornery at best, but the band-aid made my meal. Illustration by Glenys Ong
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The world has a fetish, and Stephanie Meyer knows it. E. L. James knows it. Judd Apatow knows it, and Miley Cyrus used to know it. In fact, weve all been subjects of the fetish at one time or another. We all know what it is to be a virgin. In 2009, Jessica Valenti of the blog Feministing published a fabulous disquisition of the worldwide cult of virginity titled The Purity Myth: How Americas Obsession with Virginity Is Hurting Young Women. If youre interested in the effects of abstinence-only sex education, hymenorrhaphies, barely legal porn, purity balls (and purity rings), and institutionalized victim-blaming on the sexuality of young people in America, then hightail it to the Sarah Doyle Womens Center and check the book out. In this article, though, Im interested in exploring the ways that the virginity fetish has changed and sustained in the time since The Purity Myths publication and in discussing what even constitutes a fetish. Since early 2009, three Twilight films have been released, and Fifty Shades of Grey has surpassed the Harry Potter series as the fastest-selling paperback in history. The heroines of both series are vapid, conventionally attractive young females with rampant sex drives and intact hymens. Bella Swans sexuality is literally self-destructive, while Ana Steeles results in a kind of psychological hostage situation, implicating the protagonist in an ambiguously consensual BDSM relationship. Purity balls have gotten more popular, and websites for virginity auctions have skyrocketed. One such auctionfor the virginity of 20-year-old Catarina Migliorini from Santa Catarina, Brazilgot Internet-famous last week when an Australian film crew released the trailer for its upcoming documentary about the website Virgins Wanted. The documentary will follow the auctioning-off of Catarina and another Russian male virgin, from their involvement with the website to their eventual sex (Catarinas will take place mid-air in an airplane bathroom to circumvent prostitution laws) to their new, devirginized, but significantly wealthier lives. Catarinas current high bidder is one Jack Miller, with $160,000. Whats crazy about Fifty Shades and Virgins Wanted is that theyre predicated on exactly the same ideal of sexuality, but the majority of Americas soccer moms view the first as titillating and innocuous and the second as repellent, offensive, and even morally bankrupt. Sure, there is a huge difference between reading something fictitious and watching something real, but the truth is
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I like to fancy myself a bit of a hostel connoisseur these days. A friend and I slummed it across Europe this past summer and encountered a whole new world of cheap accommodation. This included the grungy, dilapidated campsite, the ohgod-dont-touch-anything bunk beds, the inside of a train stationand, once in a while, the place that restores faith in humanity. I have but two requirements for a hostel to attain gem status: a bathroom that was cleaned sometime in the last decade and a revolving bookshelf. For anyone who has yet to encounter one, a revolving bookshelf is a small collection of books that is constantly ebbing and flowing along with the nomads passing through. The rules are simple: Take one book, leave one behind. Ive found everything from Danielle Steele to James Joyce, Fifty Shades of Grey to Heart of Darkness. Regardless of your literature tastes, theres something undeniably charming about those beaten, crinkled books, left for someone else to discover. Not once did I see anyone break that honor system, nor did I see any books damaged beyond repair. Instead, they conjured a distinct sense of camaraderie; Everyone placed their much-loved possessions into the hands of complete strangers and trusted that they would be used well. These fleeting interactions with an anonymous, nomadic community were remarkably similar to the transient experience of traveling. Only when you are in an unfamiliar place do you truly realize how much you depend on the mercy of those around you. The distinct lack of lockers in many of our hostels often led to us leaving our backpacks in the corner of the room and crossing our fingers that someone wouldnt dig through our sweaty laundry to get to the good stuff. As it turned out, no one did. Call it unbridled cynicism, but we were shocked, particularly after wed heard two billion horror stories about abductions and missing kidneys. Faced with a constant stream of media detailing the dangers of the world around us, we went to Europe bristling with aggression and an assortment of pocket knives. Needless to say, no one kidnapped us. Nor did anyone steal our things while we snored on numerous trains, or give us wrong directions, or, in fact, do anything to inconvenience us at all. Ive informally termed this phenomenon the benevolent ambivalence of strangers. So much of travelingof life, reallyrests on the assumption and desperate hope that the people you encounter will treat you, if not with kindness, then at least with basic respect. This requires a certain amount of trust in the universe on your part. And frankly, its kind of terrifying to put that faith and the peripheral care of your well-being into the collective hands of humanity. Of course, this is with good reason theres not an insignificant amount of risk. My grandmother called me after the trip, and opened the conversation with Did you see that movie Taken? I had, actually, a few months before flying out to Europe, and while I always enjoy Liam Neeson being sexy and punching people in the face, the action film about abduction and sex trafficking definitely preoccupied some of my thoughts when I walked down the streets of Paris at night. Never have I been more glad to be wrong about peoples general disposition. While we did encounter people in wretched moods, for each unpleasant experience we had five people take time out of their day, with no real benefit to themselves, to help us.There was the hostel manager who sat down with a glass of wine for us after our 10-hour journey and indulged our questions for an hour about the high fashion scene in Milan. The couple who shared their makeshift Fantabased Sangria and hiked across the ItalianSlovenian border with us at midnight. The taxi driver who rescued us from a casino town at midnight and drove outside his legal zone for two hours to get us to Ljubljana safely, bantering about old Nickelodeon cartoons the whole way. We learn about the Golden Rule in Kindergarten, but its still both lovely and surprising to see it enacted in real life. Last week I was gearing up for a late-night shot of caffeine in Tealuxe when I realized that that I had, in typical humiliating fashion, forgotten my wallet. Im really sorry, I told the girl behind the counter. This is so embarrassing. Ill just go. No problem, we all have days like that, said the scruffy guy always hanging out in back. They pushed a mug of steaming deliciousness at me and smiled. Its on the house. Just pay it forward. If you give people the chance to surprise and inspire you, they will.
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1. Gator wrastlin': Romney, for his years of peripheral interest in zoology 2. Thumb war: Obama, for those spindly yet tender thumbs 3. Wizard duel: Obama, for use of Obama kedavra 4. Freestyle rap battle: Emittnem: The Marshall Mittens LP 5. Iditarod Trail Sled Dog Race: Romney, for strapping dog team to roof
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Ben is seeing Regina Spektor on Friday at the Vet Rmy is going to Vermont to make apple pie Clay and Cassie are going to Downsville, NY with Moss Adam America; friend him on Facebook, ladiezz Alexa is going to Penn State Homecoming Claire is running the Chicago Marathon on Sunday
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7. Pokmon card match: Obama, for borrowing Clay's 1998 winning deck 8. Thoughtful and honest discussion of the issues: lulz, n/a 9. Wet T-shirt contest: Have you seen Obama's pecs? 10. SciLi Challenge: Obama. Mitt got distracted by the 13th floor . . ladiezz