Editor's Note
This is the last Mirror under my watchful eye, and what better topic to cover with my last little soapbox than the one I'm most passionate about -- flair (see below). It's been fun, Dartmouth. You stay classy!More »
This is the last Mirror under my watchful eye, and what better topic to cover with my last little soapbox than the one I'm most passionate about -- flair (see below). It's been fun, Dartmouth. You stay classy!More »
"Hello? Oh, hey Dad. Yep, it's been a pretty standard Monday: ... got back my bio quiz ... ran the Occom Pond trail ... was serenaded by a giant whoopie cushion in FoCo...Uh, no, I'm not really sure where the counseling office is, actually ... " More »
By Eve Ahearn "Unlatching a trunk, the 21-year-old freshman revealed bolts of colorful fabric that he said he planned to use for theatrical productions -- an utterly bizarre notion, at this rugged school intended to train missionaries. Where did Ledyard think he was, Yale?" More »
While attempting to define the word "flair," I found that Urban Dictionary is plagued with references to the cult classic "Office Space"(1999), which, according to many internet sources, first introduced the phrase "flair" into mainstream culture. Flair is, according to the film, the term used for the buttons and various paraphernalia worn (and hated) by chain restaurant employees: More »
If you had told me three years ago that by senior fall I'd sit poised to write an article defaming flair, I would have screamed blasphemy. I am the first to admit that I've more than dabbled in the world of flair. I even traveled back home freshman summer determined to spread the gospel of flair to my high school friends, convinced that I would have them scouring Salvation Army racks in no time. The prospect of arguing in opposition would have seemed unfathomable back then. Yet, here I sit, aspiring to convince you, dear reader, that flair is not the path to enlightenment, nor transcendence of fashion, nor even a foolproof strategy for fitting in at Dartmouth. More »
By Rembert Browne This could be the end of the road for me. I'm a free agent in a month or so, and who knows if the '10s who start running The Dartmouth, America's Oldest College Newspaper, in January will renew my contract. I unfortunately happen to come with my fair share of Michael Vick/Priya Venkatesan-sized baggage, and I'm not sure if the '10s will think the benefits outweigh the costs. In all honesty, they don't. So, assuming that these are my last words written in The Dartmouth, I thought it would be a nice gesture to actually follow the theme of The Mirror for once, that theme being flair. More »
I recently made a mistake while changing channels; somewhere between "Who Wants to Date my Grandmother?" and "True Life: I'm on MTV's True Life" -- I stumbled upon a Fox News briefing. What I witnessed over the next three and a half minutes was downright horrifying. "Allegedly," or at least, according to some busty blonde anchorwoman, our country is in the depths of some sort of economic crisis. Crisis, I tell you! A heavy fog of financial gloom has settled over Wall Street, and the panic of an imminent market apocalypse is creeping across the nation. Everyone is freaking the eff out. More »
Although my job might seem fairly easy, it actually requires a great deal of creative thought and planning. This week, I did neither of those things. More »
"Life means nothing without flair," Caroline Cima '10 proclaims. As a member of the rugby team and Kappa Delta Epsilon sorority, Caroline is always eager for flair-wear occasions. Not that a Dora the Explorer costume needs an occasion. More »