The Romantics were from Detroit. Detroit music was cool – WLLZ (Whole lotta Led Zepplin) WRIF (Baby!), Motown (as I learned later). Even Ted Nugent (pre-insanity) compared to the tighty whitey repress your inner weirdo nature of my location
I could tell anonymous frat girls that I liked them, because it was in the lyrics.
No, it did not get me laid
Neither did getting messed up from Budweiser, FWIW, although I sure felt cool.
After months of delay and unequivocal efforts to make things smaller and cut out the larger fish from the discussion, the “final statement” and “conclusion” has been delivered in the form of a conference call. The basic message from National: There was no misconduct, get it through your thick fucking skull. Also: It’s in the past! […]
For most of the last 20 years or so, my kids would ask me about tattoos. My grandpa had a prison homemade one, my brother has several. I would always tell them I was not a big fan of them getting tattoos – as my children, they were perfect as is. HOWEVER, if they decided […]
My fraternity’s national organization is filled with North Korea-like hardliners hamstrung by institutional inertia and a centripetal focus. Basically, their response to some legitimate concerns about financial and fiduciary matters has been to stick the information in a file and wait for the complainants to die. Character indeed.
Dear America As a human being, an American, a college graduate and a third-degree member of Phi Sigma Kappa, I am aghast at the conduct of SAE at the University of Oklahoma. I’m not terribly surprised, though. SAE has always been synonymous with dickweed (at least at Western and ASU). Back in the day, SAEs […]
You’ve been so long Well, it’s been so long And I’ve been putting out fire with gasoline putting out fire with gasoline Cat People (David Bowie) What is the likely institutional response when misconduct* is brought to the attention of the powers that be? *for avoidance of slander claims, let’s just call it deficient exercise of […]
Last night’s moment of j’accuse: Me: “Hanging out in town tonight. Friend in from L.A.” Her: “Hope she is good to you” Her: “Okay..have fun” Her: “[Pls check dogs] after your date” Later (paraphrased): Her: So was it that girl you used to have a crush on? Inner monologue: If only… Me: It was my frat […]