By Caitlin Kelly, The Dartmouth Senior Staff
I have spent countless hours listening to songs for that perfect "next track" in the many mixes I've compiled over the years. It's only gotten easier; stupid younger me used to have to hover over a two-tape cassette player, ready to stop recording at the right moment, and now it's just drag and drop. Sometimes I think we take the mIx tape for granted, but then sometimes a friend throws on a CD that is just so perfect for the moment and the mood that my faith in the saving power of music and humanity's redemption is restored.
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By Divya Gunasekaran
The life of the party is not the frat brother voluntarily doming himself several times in one night. It's not the connoisseur of sin detailing a night of pong and drunken hook-ups to whoever will listen. The real pulse behind the party is the person keeping the music alive for hours on end, filling the room until dancing cannot be accomplished without involuntarily grinding with the people around you and making the floor shake with the incessant movement of bodies throbbing to the beat of the music.
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By Dylan Leavitt
By Dylan Leavitt
Why are we showing our underwear? All of a sudden, the fashion deities encourage us to expose ourselves, pushing for comfort with our sexuality. Such a style can be seen as empowering to women; one needs a certain security with one's body image to be able to show skin. The combination of sheer fabrics and visible lingerie feigns innocence, and perhaps in a time of political change we're proud to show off our bras instead of burning them.
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By Amy Davis, The Dartmouth Staff
Don't get me wrong -- I love a good dance party. I like rocking out with my girls to jams like Ashlee Simpson's "L.O.V.E.," faking a B-side swing dance with a gentleman friend or two and going home with tired feet to the E.B.A's delivery man and my ravenous roommate. I like showing off my white-girl moves, including the shopping cart, the lawn mower and yes, the killer of killer moves, the noncommittal shimmy-shuffle.
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By Rembert Browne, The Dartmouth Staff
College males have it hard, especially at Dartmouth. Hanover is not really what you'd call the dating hotspot of the Lake Sunapee region, so avenues to meet those women you want to take home to mom are limited. Luckily for Dartmouth men, there is still one avenue where guys can meet ladies and show off their skills. This avenue, my friends, is the dance party.
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By Luofei Deng
In some alternate universe, I would write these sweet columns that do not come off sounding whiny or cracked out. People would actually read what I write, and my words would have a profound effect on their lives.
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By Sandra Himen
I recently made the mistake of watching late-night television with several guy friends. Exhausted with "Seinfeld" reruns and college basketball, they finally settled for a Cinemax showing of "A Tale of Two Titties." An admitted amateur in the late night porn genre, I first feigned vague disinterest, occasionally commenting on how artificial the women's breasts appeared or the grammatical mistakes in poorly written dialogue. Visibly uncomfortable, I was impressed with the level of nonchalance the guys maintained throughout Crystal's seductive dancing and Monique's offensively fake orgasms. Yet, as I nervously watched the delicate romance blossom between Crystal, the sexually frustrated housewife, and Monique, the sultry girl-next-door, in the hot tub, then the kitchen, then the hot tub again, I quickly became intrigued. Cheesy one-liners and improbable plot aside, pornography was actually quite entertaining.
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By Jean Luo
Growing up in Korea, Phil Chang '08 had a passion for hip-hop, making contacts with industry movers and shakers at a young age over e-mail. At Dartmouth, he still energetic, ambitious and all about the music.
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By Jean Ellen Cowgill, The Dartmouth Staff
"What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns and watching violent videos, but nobody worries about kids listening to thousands -- literally thousands -- of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?" With Rob Gordan as muse, Jean Ellen Cowgill explores how we can be our own best DJs.
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'08 Psi U 1: I've only written for the The Mirror twice and I already hate it. My next column will be about how I deserve page 3.
'08 Psi U 2: And then there will be a counterpoint.
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