This is from a Smith Confessional thread about vagina insecurities.
I love this person for standing up for vaginas everywhere. Pussy is power, vaginas are sexy.
“Please listen to what I said about sexual assault. There are millions more just like me that need help and no, someone who is drunk cannot give consent, fuckers.”
This is the beautiful and tragic suicide letter of a male Amherst College student Trey Malone. In it he makes an honest and compelling argument against the social and institutional victim blaming of survivors of sexual assault in this country as specifically at Amherst College.
Hey does anyone remember last Halloween when a weirdly massive early snowstorm forced the collapse of capitalism in Western Massachusetts? I sure as hell do. For this reason, I would advise you all to go buy non-perishable foods that do not require electricity to prepare because Smith sure as hell didn’t have their shit together last year. I watched a girl pour vodka over Wheaties on Day Two of Snowpocalypse 2011: DON’T BE THAT GIRL. When the power goes out in your house– oh and it will go out, forcing you to learn how to knit and consider moving to a part of the state that politicians actually care about– you will be the genius who has cans of seltzer and cookies that you can then sell at outrageous cottage industry prices.
The only valuable piece of advice from the campus-wide email about storm preparedness was that you should go pick up your necessary medications. You should. But also don’t rely on a) the college being able to provide any food if the power goes out– dining services staff live off campus and if the power goes out, the food will go bad b) your cell phone working. We all know coverage on campus is spotty anyway, and last year cell towers were affected by the storm. Even if there isn’t snow expected with Sandy, high winds and rain can do a lot of damage. If you go out of your house during the storm, tell someone where you went, just in case your text messaging doesn’t work.
There you go Smithies! That’s all I can tell you. Batten down the hatches, pull out those candles you have been hiding in your desk since room inspection, buy a flashlight and a box o’ wine and settle in. Shit is about to get NEW ENGLAND-Y.
A Letter from Dean Mahoney, sent to the student body:
Last weekend, a group of students and their guests were walking home from Mehndi Night when a group of men in a silver car harassed them with bigoted, anti-Muslim taunts. Campus police were unable to identify the perpetrators. I write not only to condemn these hateful acts but also to ask you to be on the alert this weekend. If you observe anything, please call campus police immediately. To reach Campus Police from a campus phone dial ext. 800 or ext. 2490. If calling from a cell phone, dial413-585-2490 .
Is it that time of the week again? Guess so! Let’s dive right into the Weekly Best of Smith Confessional to see what made the cut this week and what you might have missed.
In my last post, I described the 10 Second Tidy that helped transform my room in preparation for Family Weekend.
In this installment of WBSC, we examine another one of the ways in which the lethal combination of Parents Weekend + Midterms drives even the best of us Smithies juuuust a wee bit crazy…
Real talk, tho: We’ve all had crushes on our friends parents. What was that? You haven’t? It’s just me? Oh…O…kay.
And then there was also this…:
- Shout out to Luna Disc. We see you kicking all sorts of ass and getting all kinds of lurve on Smith Confessional!
See y’all next week and please keep posting, because productivity is overrated.
Because there’s nothing like faking that you have your shit together for a weekend, and then facing the reality that you’re still in the midst of fucking midterms.
I just CAN’T. Read the rest of this entry »
Welcome to a new series here on Smith’d, where we your faithful writers, review the many Smith-related blogs available to you on the interwebz. Our inaugural review could deal with one famous Smithie and one famous Smithie only.
brought to you by some mysterious Smithie alums (Smith’d loves you!)
what the actual fuck?: It’s a pretty simple concept. Smith’s own Sylvia Plath appears in places that she does not belong.
why should I use this to procrastinate?: Because, you see, it’s fucking hilarious. You can submit your own pictures of our Precious Plath spotted where she shouldn’t be. The alums that run the blog update it pretty frequently, so there’s plenty of Plath to keep you entertained. Plus, you can justify obsessively checking it, because the blog is relevant to you as a Smithie as it concerns a famous alum. So it’s not really technically procrastinating. Right? We thought so.
my favorite post: this one.
rating: 4 out of 5 bell jars
Go check it out, darlings.
Have a Smith-related blog (besides Smith’d, obviously…) that you love to stalk? Let Smith’d know so we can review it and pass it on.
Hey Smithies! Hope your fall breaks were as orgasmic as you said they would be. Even if your break sadly did not live up to its thigh-trembling expectations, welcome back. Hopefully, you managed to burn off that pre-mid terms stress somehow.
Here is The Weekly Best of Smith Confessional: The October 10th Edition
I’ve personally struggled with the answer this question inside and outside of Smith’s classrooms, and I’ve failed to come up with anything as fitting as “That Bro.” It’s a relief to see that Smithies have worked together productively in reaching a conclusion on the pressing issue of what to call a “That Guy.”
Keep up the great work, Smith Confessional!
P.S.: A link to the Smith Confessional can be found under the Procrastinate on, Smithies! section to your right. Just so you don’t have to keep on searching for it. You’re welcome.
Ladies, gents, and non-binary identifying individuals, you are cordially invited to the first of four 2012 Presidential Debate.
Because Denver’s too far away, and so is your house’s living room.
I really cannot stress how important it is for all of us to set aside 90 minutes to watch history unfold.
Be here at 9pm.