It’s probably the case that students studying the sciences have a much better taste for the humanities than visa versa. Certainly it’s easier to imagine a physicist penning a fine lyric in her free time then picturing, say, Griffin Johnson dissecting a frog in his kitchen out of curiosity.
In the last Carletonian of fall term, Anna Schmiel ’17 wrote an op-ed titled “Where’s the Tofu?: Reflections on Food Privilege.” As the person with whom she had a conversation, I would like to reaffirm my message and address some of the problematic statements she made in the article.
They call St. Petersburg the “city built on bones.” Beneath the city’s melancholy streets lie the bodies of tens of thousands of laborers who perished in this great battle of man against nature: building an imperial capital from scratch on a foggy swamp teeming with disease.
At present rate, the Carleton Student Association’s asinine spending policies and nonsensical red tape would make even a Californian blush. Faithful readers of these pages will know that the student association – our student association – is running an enormous surplus.
I cried 3 times over winter break. No, I did not attend 3 funerals; I worked at a large retail chain store. I am unable to say the name of the specific store for legal reasons (really, it was in my contract), but I can assure you that I will be vehemently hinting at it throughout this article.
In Spring 2013, the CSA passed a transparency resolution for Carleton’s endowment. Students were not allowed access to information about the college’s public equity holdings, aside from the top 10 largest holdings.
Relative to the rest of the world, Carleton has a warped understanding of value. In the past week alone I have heard people call international flight fares "relatively cheap" and $40 shoes a "steal," and others agreed. There are few other places on this planet where these statements could pass as reasonable... This mentality manifests most clearly in relation to the recent proposal to bring WiFi to the Bald Spot.
Sometimes, lovely ideas are completely ridiculous. The other day at Sayles, I was asked to watch a short, graphic video about animal rights abuses and discuss my reactions. Now, I’m a vegetarian, so I was on board until one of the members of the student organization that sponsored the event began talking about complicated topics like "veganism" and "speciesism." I disagreed with him, but felt stupid and non-progressive doing so.
We cannot be blamed for where we come from, but we are always responsible for where we are going. I cannot be blamed for being from a wealthy background. However, I will always be responsible for my aspirations from this upbringing. This means that I am responsible for continuing to aspire towards where I am going even when where I come from makes this difficult. At the same time, we can show sympathy towards this difficulty.
A parting thought from fall term... happy break, friends.
This past week, my article in issue six of the Carletonian was the subject of criticisms by Maddy Halloran and Michael Goodgame. They argued that I had no evidence for my views, which were not only false and unfair to CUT, but (as Mr. Goodgame charges) downright “hateful” and “spiteful.” I concede that I ought to have more clearly referenced my sources in the piece.
Everyone wants to be loved. It’s as simple as that. While mulling over this week’s Viewpoint topic, I couldn’t come up with anything clever or witty to say. No matter how hard I tried, it just ended up sounding cheesy.