As a supporter of human beings and their inalienable rights, I feel it is my responsibility to speak out against certain injustices happening on campus, injustices that affect our learning environment as well as our safety. I’m talking about ducks. These waterfowl roam campus as if they owned the place, wreaking havoc through their seemingly cute antics. They quack incessantly during classes. They wander around looking for a handout while contributing nothing to society. They constantly break state and federal laws. And what have the police done about it? Nothing! Countless times have we heard about students receiving citations for jaywalking while not a single duck has ever received even a warning! It’s outrageous! It’s time that we as a student body stand up and fight for our rights as humans. We need to speak out against these menaces. I believe it was either Ralph Waldo Emerson or Karl Malone that said, “Ducks are horrible people.” Let us show Mr. Emerson that we, too, think ducks are horrible people by kicking them off of our beautiful campus.
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Love: A Four-Letter Word
Why is it that love seems to elude those who most desperately need it, while being magnetically attracted to those choice individuals who have more than they need? What leads to this migration of affection? For most of my life I have loved and loved hard. This love has been reciprocated on a number of occasions by a few of the people closest to me. I am not, however, talking about this love. The love offered by a close friend or family member can never compare to the romantic love offered by a significant other. It is this romance that seems to so poetically escape me. It is this love that I consider a four-letter word.
Women, girls, ladies and the like have always apparently liked me. They have found me funny and clever and seem to trust me. Most of these women feel the same way about their stuffed animals. I do not want to be a teddy bear. I do not want to listen to their complaints of dates gone awry nor “understand” their problems for nothing more than an occasional tea party. I want to be the topic of the conversation between this girl and her trusted animal friend.
Being deemed as harmless as a stuffed object has given me ample time and practice to hone my skills of observance. I have observed the looks of a smitten girl shot at the young man of her desire. I have observed the affectionate kisses shared by lovers. I have observed the careless caresses exchanged on a summer’s eve. This observance has led me to a conclusion about this elusive and unpredictable monster known as love. I have deduced from my various observations that females are attracted to those males that are considered by them to be as close as they will come to the perfect male. This consideration, however, is directly affected by many factors. These factors are seemingly inherent in each and every woman.
When considering her perfect male, a female will first think of all of the physical qualities that constitute perfection: muscle tone, muscle mass, bone structure, hair, teeth, clothes, etc. She will then consider those characteristics that comprise the perfect personality: sense of humor, sensitivity, ability to reason, understanding, etc. After considering these, she will estimate the qualities necessary for her needs to be met, in other words, those qualities exhibited by the successful: charisma, drive, ingenuity, etc. When these traits of her perfect man have been established, the female will then reflect upon her self-image. She will contemplate her own qualities and come to a conclusion of how pretty, smart, and desirable she is. This self-image then influences the caliber of male she will strive for. If she deems herself as attractive, intelligent, and therefore extremely desirable, she will accept nothing short of her idealized perfect man. If she judges herself ugly, stupid, and undesirable, she will expect nothing but the same from her male counterpart. Therefore, those women who are attractive, intelligent and desirable, or in other words perfect, will expect and only accept their perfect man, who is, in 97% of documented cases, a douche bag. On the other hand, those women who deem themselves as unattractive will marry the first moron who shows any interest whatsoever in them.
While the number of women is great, I have found that most women are able to be classified into four basic categories: Perfect, Hot but Stupid, Somewhat Attractive and Somewhat Intelligent, and Sweet Spirit. These categories present us males with a choice of womanly pursuit. We choose the option that we want, which, to be honest, is always Perfect, and pursue a subject from that category. However, being Perfect, this said subject is interested in only one kind of male: her perfect man. Now these women will tell you that that is simply not true. They value a guy’s sense of humor. They just love sensitive guys. Well, as presently stated, I’ve had plenty of time to observe, and all of my observations have only proved that these women like only one category of guys: Douche.
Men, being not so different from women, can also be classified into four categories: Perfect, Douche, Average Joe, and Sloth. As seen from the previous example, Perfect women seem to be attracted to the Douche category. Therefore, the Perfect category of man is generally left to settle for a category of woman less than his merited level. This anomaly presents what I call the JD Syndrome.
The JD Syndrome is simple really. As a young man looks around and observes this unfair discrimination, he concludes that the only way to obtain an appropriately categorized woman is for him to change categories. The logical move in our society is for a Perfect or Average Joe to move to the Douche category. Corporate America is very aware of the JD Syndrome and capitalizes on it, as seen in the increasing number of gyms/steroids and Abercrombie & Fitchs. This move is generally permanent and leads to an asymmetrical society. As more and more Perfects and Average Joes move into the Douche category, more and more Perfect women are unjustly taken. So we that are not Douches are left to settle for a different category of woman. However, as women tend to want to be Perfect, all categories follow the Perfects’ lead, accepting nothing but Douches.
It is this JD Syndrome, I believe, that leads to my estrangement from love. Having not yet given into the contagious disease, I am left with slim pickings. Compounding my dilemma is the fact that I do not seem to be any female’s perfect man. The longer I hold out against this affliction, the farther and farther I fall in my category. I will not be so presumptuous as to assume which category that is, but I know that it is not Douche, and probably not Perfect. And the more I fall the slimmer the pickings.
And so I am left to simply observe. And while I observe I utter many four-letter words under my breath, of which “love” is but one.