Whenever I come across an article about female circumcision, it usually begins with a description of the procedure (and appropriately so). Sometimes, the description is relatively mild.
I'm stunned that any Oles ever go on to procreate. Why, you ask? My explanation is simple: look at St. Olaf's PDA, short for public displays of affection (or should I say lack thereof).
American society questions no union more than those between fiery, Bible-banging televangelists and their often wildly comfortable (no, lavish) lifestyle.
I admire anyone's effort to bring together a community of warmth, relaxation and good fun. Last week, St. Olaf's first Zen Fair exemplified a gathering of this kind. However, I am opposed to calling an event something that it is not.
One of the more obvious realities of our media-infiltrated existence is that sex sells. Usually it sells cars or clothes, but what about selling vegetarianism with overt sexuality?
Two weeks ago, President Anderson sent the student body an e-mail that contained information pertaining to the potential uses of the College's "non-core" lands.
