Freshman Guys Struggle to Survive Hostile Social Hierarchy

HAMILTON, NY — A new school year means new school drama; serial shitters attack porches across campus, Hampo and Campo duke it out in the field, and so, so many words spew from vodka-ridden lips. And the thing about drama: everyone knows. Everyone knows what your drunk opinion is on anal; everyone knows who threw up out the window in Newell. Anyone who is anyone has the lay of the land at Colgate—except freshman dudes, of course. They don’t know jack shit.

“Beta? Are they cool?” Asked a bright-eyed Billy Bumbledick at his first pub four months into the school year (mostly because the other pubs were planned in a separate GroupMe named “Important People”). “I think they’re a myth…Sort of like DKE,” explained fellow first-year Firstname Lastname, completely unsure about the can of worms that he may have opened in front of his superiors.

Slowly, freshman have been becoming excluded from more and more locations on campus. Before being allowed into Case, the newest additions to Colgate’s sausagefest need to explain to the librarian “who they know here.” The chapel basement now has a bouncer, and shuttle drivers are now required to ask what class everyone is in before departing for the townhouses.

“They’re shit outta luck,” explained a CL in Drake. “The only place freshman dudes have is their rooms where they cry to sad ’90s music on repeat while drinking juice boxes. No one wants to buy them anything; no one wants to sell them a fake.”

“I’ve been standing in the academic quad for weeks, begging anyone passing by with a frat shirt to haze me,” explained a freshman who preferred to remain unnamed. “They just turn up their nose at me, completely aware that I’m not worthy of being forced to consume 190-proof liquor if I answer a question wrong.”

To aid the boys without a home, many father figures across campus are stepping up. For example, Ed has started his own frat: ABT, or “Alpha Burger Toast,” which has a staunch rivalry with Lateef ’s newfound EAT. The most sought after and selective foster-frat to erupt from the conflict, however, finds leadership from none other than John Jug, who titles his crew ZIAY KOME TO JUG (otherwise known as Zeta Iota Alpha Upsilon Kappa Omicron Mu Epsilon Tau Omicron Jug). No one has reported the newfound frats of hazing, although many young nude men have been spotted leaving Frank for the hiking trails covered in powdered sugar, egg, and syrup.

Hollywood Outdoes Colgate with Sexual Assault

HAMILTON, NY — The world has sat back in shock as countless women have come out with stories of sexual assault and harassment against big names in Hollywood, most notably Harvey Weinstein. Weinstein was the first to fall, and since the story of his crimes was published, countless women have been empowered to come forward about their assaults, resulting in the firing of Matt Lauer and substantiated accusations of sexual misconduct against the comedian Louis C.K. No one is really surprised by the crimes or that they were committed by powerful white men, the real kicker is that they’re facing consequences for what they’ve done.

“I mean it’s kinda crazy to think a serial rapist with power and privilege would actually have to be accountable for what he did,” said senior Macy Blahblahblah, “that’s just like, unheard of at Colgate.” Many other students have expressed the same surprise as Macy. “Yeah like I’m all about smashing the patriarchy, man, and these Hollywood babes are kicking ass and taking names, man, I dig it bro,” commented sophomore JB ski team member Tucker HkjsFADJAH, “it must be way easier since they don’t have to go through a bunch of university bureaucracy bullshit to get justice and stuff.”

Everyone is generally inspired by the action being taken throughout the industry, but realizes it makes the lack thereof at Colgate suck that much more. “I just feel like, yah know, we all know the Black List exists, and like it’s the same deal as Weinstein where everyone knows a little piece of the story and we just don’t do anything,” GPhi sophomore Leandra Lksjdhflkaj said. “Like, Hollywood is literally going through its Black List and crossing off names, rapid fire. I love it, even if it did ruin House of Cards,” she continued.

The Monthly Rag reached out for comment from Colgate’s Board of Trustees in regards to them being shown up by one of the most notoriously sexist industries in the world, but all they would say is, “at least we’re doing better than Congress.”

2017 Monthly Rag Holiday Gift Guide

One of the many shitty things about getting older is that eventually you are expected to buy gifts for your family at Christmas. Freshmen and Sophomores can probably get away with just buying something for your parents and siblings, but by Senior year you’re going to get some weird looks if you haven’t brought anything for cousin Steve. We at the Rag know you have more important things to worry about, like finishing that final paper you put off until the morning of so you could go to Jugmas, so, never fear, we created our first annual Holiday Gift Guide.

For a Beta Brother
He’s got a cool car, a hot girlfriend, and a VIP card at the Jug. So, what do you get the man who has everything? We know that Kappa mixers are the forbidden fruit at the top of his wish list, but since that’s out of the question we at the Rag recommend getting the special Beta in your life serial-pooper surveillance system. We understand there’s been a series of inspired, Robin Hood-esque fecal strikes on Beta residences, and while it’s hilarious for the rest of us, poop is still, like, really grotty for the bros. We’ve vetted several options for doodoo deterrence, and suggest gifting your Beta a system that comes complete with doggy bags and Febreze!

For Your Trump Voting Uncle
So, you’ve been to school for a year or two and you know you’ve seen it all! Uncle Rick owns a vinyl upholstery business in CousinFuck, PA, but he spends most of the time trying to catch the Honduran janitors stealing paper clips. He was asked to leave his church after he called a white Sunday School teacher the N-Word, and he’s still upset that he was overlooked by Penn State as a wide-out after a stellar senior year. Why not give him a copy of Between the World and Me. You skimmed half of this book on your last flight home for Thanksgiving until the bar cart came around, but you find a way to reference it in every class discussion. You vaguely understand that it’s based on another book by James Baldwin DuBois and that he was important for race relations somehow. Uncle Rick just lost his biggest customer when he groped his wife after mistaking her for a secretary, but it will definitely be this that makes him change!

Your Sratty Sister
She’s only in Tenth Grade, but she already owns nine pairs of Lululemon leggings, pairs of both Hunter and Bean boots, several of those weird shirts with the giant letters on the back, a monogram sticker for her laptop, and one of those stupid fucking water bottles from the brand that’s just Yeti for people with chemically whitened teeth. She’s already got the exact inflection down for saying “Oh she’s so sweet, wouldn’t she make a great Tri Delt?” She’s got every srat accessory money can buy, but here’s one more, A bid to Top GPhi. This will get her instant access to every party worth going to, from Deke’s XannyFest 2K18 to Phi Tau’s Formal at Sea, conveniently held in international waters.

Your Parents
Let’s face it, at this point either your dad is a hedge fund manager, in which case he already got the only thing he wanted for Christmas, a blood-soaked Republican tax cut, or you’re broke. You can’t afford a trip to the island off the coast of Cuba where they let you hunt people, and you’re not six so macaroni art won’t cut it anymore. It’s one day before you have to go home, and you’ve found yourself in a situation that’s very familiar to Eli Manning. Tackles are closing in, the world starts to get narrow before your eyes, and it’s time to just chuck this thing and hope it makes it out of bounds so they can’t call you for intentional grounding. That’s right, it’s time to run down to the Bookstore and buy them A Colgate Coffee Mug.

Elderly Folks Dominate Gym Scene

HAMILTON, NY — You know the smell. You know the look of the saggy breasts. The elderly have taken over the gym (albeit early in the day when all the students are still hungover), and they definitely don’t wipe their salty old people juice off the stationary bike seats. Since senior citizens have begun making use of Trudy Fitness Center before any youths are awake, students have reported a substantial lack in #gainz.

Our journalists immediately went down to the Shaw Wellness Center and spoke with the leading authority in the study of gains, Dr. Swole. “Each fitness machine has a specified amount of gains that it can release in a certain period of time. We call this the ‘gains threshold.’ If a machine or dumbbell is used too often in a day, and the threshold is passed, no more gains will be applied to the weightlifter,” says Swole.

“This in unbelievable,” states local gym rat, Thad Brockerson. “And I thought my only-creatine diet wasn’t working, but in reality, it’s these geriatric fucks.” Thad isn’t alone in his struggle to get big, many other pre-workout addicted jackasses aren’t getting as big as they once did. “I really pride myself on having arms the size of thighs, but lately they’ve started to become regular-arm sized. It’s hurting my game with the ladies, to be honest,” Chad Dickerson told the Rag. Sucks to suck, Chad.

When the wrinkly ass dementia patients fill up the gym, they also fill up the locker room. “This gray old dude was just walking around and hangin’ some serious dong. No cares in the world. Straight birthday suit,” says one frightened gym-goer. Towels must have been invented after they were born. Another student that we interviewed commented on one of the old folks cleaning up after himself: “He was literally bent over the bench blow-drying his swampy chode and just casually discussing the horse race that happened last weekend with some other guy.”

The reality of this situation presents a rare predicament for the frat stars of campus. For years they’ve lived happily in a cycle of consume your body weight in beer, pass out until noon, vegetate for another four hours, then hit Trudy Fitness Center to work it all off. It seems they’ve reached an impasse; they must choose between waking up early to workout or becoming sacks of fat that are 60 percent booze.

Rag Investigates Legendary DKE Chapel

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HAMILTON, NY — The DKE chapel has long been one of the most mysterious places around campus, right up there with the creepy house next to Tach and the strange trap door basement in the Jug. Some Monthly Rag writers, determined to get to the bottom of what this building is still used for, put together a team worth of an art heist in order to break into the house. Upon entering, the team was hit by a nasty stench that smelled like a combination of rotting flesh and cocaine. Careful to not leave a trace of their presence, the team quickly investigated and recorded the contents of the chapel before getting back out again. This is a condensed record of the items that they found.

In the main hall, writers discovered the remains of past debauchery. Broken furniture, empty bottles of expensive alcohol, and random other trash littered the floors. A tarnished chandelier hung from the ceiling, showing the grandeur that this place must have once had. The back wall, above a collection of animal heads and other strange paraphernalia, bore the DKE crest. Not too impressed with their findings, the group moved on to the next room.

The back room appeared to be a cozy library, with a few overstuffed armchairs and several bookcases. Oddly, though, the team found some items in a corner that seemed like they would be more appropriate in a sorority house. These items included baskets with gifts in them, pledge paddles decorated with the house’s letters and cute messages about father-son bonding, and even a few old t-shirts with the words “best dad” and “best son” printed on them.

Next, the group ventured to the basement in hopes of finding items more typical of DKE’s reputation. The smell that they first noticed upon entering the house only intensified as they descended. After opening a closet door at the bottom of the stairs, they found what appeared to be a decaying animal carcass, likely part of some old sacrifice ritual to the idols of DKE. Further in, they found what they had been hoping for all along: branding equipment in the shape of delta, ready to burn into the shoulders of pledges. Then, at the very back of the room, they found a safe that our expert code breaker was able to hack into. Inside was everything a DKE kid could ever need: kilos of cocaine, bags of xans, and stack of hundred dollar bills.

Finally satisfied with their findings, the group ripped a few lines of antique coke to celebrate before sneaking back out of the building. No matter how well secrets are hidden, the advanced journalist team of the Rag will discover the truth.

Local Entrepreneur John Jug Charged with DUI

HAMILTON, NY — The Colgate community was rocked last weekend when local business owner, John Jug, was arrested for a DUI. Jug was allegedly spotted by the Hamilton Police going 95 miles per hour down Broad Street when he was pulled over.

“We have low standards for traffic control,” said Officer Sam Jenkins of the Hamilton PD, “but this seemed reckless even to us.” According to Jenkins, the officer to make the arrest, Jug was unapologetic about his actions. “He was holding a clear plastic cup in one hand when I asked for his license and registration,” said Jenkins. “And he wouldn’t even hand them over until he got a selfie with me first.”

Jenkins confirmed that Jug was taken to the Hamilton Police Station but was released later that night on $500 bail, which was paid solely in $10 bills. This was the first official arrest for the Hamilton Police Department this year. It was reported that they considered celebrating at The Jug, then decided that would be inappropriate.

John Jug is well-known in the Hamilton community and students were shocked and concerned to hear about Jug’s run in with the law. Many claimed to have followed the events on Snapchat and expressed hope that the legal matters would settle without too much trouble.

Some students were especially rattled by Jug’s arrest. Freshman Max Jankowski was heard asking in Frank, “Does this mean the Jug is closed? Where are freshmen guys supposed to go this weekend?”

Luckily for Jankowski and his fellow freshmen, a statement was released via John Jug’s Snapchat story insisting that students come blackout at The Jug @ 11 as per usual. It is rumored that The Jug may even waive entrance fees in celebration of John Jug’s release, but this could not be confirmed.

Certain Colgate students have taken John Jug’s arrest as their personal call to action in the community. A GoFundMe has been set up to help Jug take care of legal fees and #freejug has been seen circulating social media. Some students have complained that there are more pressing issues that Colgate faces, but those who are behind the GoFundMe are defensive.

“After all John Jug has done for this community, this is the least we can do,” said junior Emily Bright. “I saw my chance to make a difference on this campus and I took it.”

The impact of John Jug’s DUI arrest on the Colgate community is undeniable. It has been the most closely followed case in the history of Hamilton. But through the drama and scrutiny, Colgate students remain optimistic that at least one good thing will come of Jug’s arrest: the next Jug night is guaranteed to be lit.

Geese on Whitnall Target Rich Assholes in Canada Goose Jackets, Study Shows

HAMILTON, NY — The period of hell referred to within the scientific community as winter has arrived, bringing with it the inevitable arrival of holiday cheer, seasonal depression, and, everyone’s favorite, geese. As these migratory murderers adorn our campus with their Blitzkrieg patterns in the skies and their excessive shit in the fields, many members of the Colgate community walk Willow Path with a wary eye. For the socioeconomic one percent (and Colgate’s 99%), bigotry from all angles is inevitable when they decide to don their winter apparel. Not only are wearers of Canada Goose jackets being attacked by vegans and SJWs, but now, they also duke it out with the geese themselves.

“Did you know that geese have three fucking sets of teeth? That’s something I didn’t need to know. Ever.” Goose-attack survivor Todd Toddson was more than happy to provide this hungover writer with a graphic display of the bite marks imprinted into the plush down of his ridiculously expensive jacket. Plumes of feathers wafted from the tears like new fallen snow or frozen white-boy tears. “I’m not mad about the jacket; I use hundred dollar bills to wipe my ass instead of that cheapass one-ply in Drake. I’m mad that I was assaulted just for how I look. Geese should respect my First Amendment Right to proudly display my exorbitant wealth and apathy for animal rights.” Environmental Science major Quinoa Brookes was the first to notice the geese’s targeting of the white and wealthy. “Initially I was looking to see how global climate change was affecting their migratory patterns,” she explained as we observed the geese doing dumb goose shit from afar, “but then I started to notice that geese are actually total dicks, and then I noticed that they’re even bigger dicks to certain people.” As a personal research project Brookes tested her observations by having members of different racial and socioeconomic groups interact with the birds. “I was shocked when I realized the geese were targeting rich white people, the exact opposite reason they removed those white supremacist swans from campus a few years back.” Brookes suggested that the bird’s keen sense of smell and unquenchable desire for vengeance was what lead them to target wearer’s of their kins corpses. Despite their vulnerability to attack, many students are unwilling to let go of their precious winter coats. While Patagonia may offer eco-friendly apparel of equivalent expense, many consider nothing superior to the plush insulation provided by the feathers of dozens of tortured birds. Stay warm Colgate students – but more importantly, stay safe.

New Year, New Me, New BAC Drinking Game

As 2017 comes to a close, it’s time to look back on what a shit year it’s been and how we can do better. To a certain extent, it’s out of our hands. We can only pray that Vine comes back in 2018, but there are a few things we can work to improve with New Year’s Resolutions. You’re an idiot if you believed that sentence, 2018 will be another clusterfuck in the cycle of your life perpetually falling apart. TIME TO BLACKOUT.

Players: 1+

Materials:

(3) handles of Recipe 21
A chaser of your choice, if you’re a little bitch

Instructions:

– Every time you hear, “new year, new me,” take a pull
– Any mention of new gym routines, take a pull
– Instagram posts about self-improvement, take a pull
– If someone tries to talk to you about their New Year’s

ResolutionsTM, rip (3) shots
– If someone asks you about your resolutions, chug until you’re sobbing uncontrollably

Sex Position: The Ole Peppermint Twist

This position, also known as “Something Funky with a Candy Cane,” is a real crowd pleaser during the holiday season. We recommend beginning preparations at least three days in advance, including hourly stretching, drinking plenty of water, and a few hot yoga sessions. Once you and your partner feel adequately limber, each take separate cold showers with peppermint-scented soaps, followed by peppermint lotions, peppermint-flavored mouthwash, and peppermint perfumes. This step is essential to the success of your love-making; the goal of this position is to feel as if you are fucking a candy cane, and that is impossible to achieve without a suffocating amount of peppermint scents and flavors. Rejoin your partner for the next step; now you begin painting each other in the red and white twisted stripe pattern of a candy cane. After you are both entirely covered in paint, tape candy canes to all of your fingers and give into passion. Following climax, eat the candy canes and pillow-talk about your daddy issues.

ResLife Unveils New Communal Sex Room Policy

HAMILTON, NY — After a record number of complaints from over-privileged kids from the Tri-State Area and their even less mature parents, Colgate’s Office of Residential Life decided last Friday to finally meet the demands of their constituents. Providing the community with the commodity they have been denied for years, ResLife has finally allocated a designated sex room for the student body. Located on the first floor of one of the freshman dorms, this sex room is easily accessible for anyone and everyone wishing to use it. Once an empty single that was left unlocked that residents were using for this purpose anyway, ResLife decided to beat ‘em to the punch and take credit for this great idea, officially dedicating the communal sex room to the freshman class for coining the concept.

A representative from ResLife released a statement saying, “what was once a cozy single is now a sex room that will benefit the Colgate community as a whole. Perfect for any occasion, especially when you’ve sexiled your roommate one too many times and she’s this close to physically fighting you, or simply for those times when the person you want to hook up with is so questionable that you simply can’t risk anyone on your floor seeing them enter or leave your room.” The representative went further to say “we think this room will have a great impact on the community. In a safe-sex promotion campaign, we will be leaving free condoms in the room; however, for kinkier actions users will have to bring their own supplies.”

So far, the room has gotten mixed reviews. Many expressed relief that Colgate has finally become progressive enough to offer such an amenity, while others expressed disgust at the condition of the room. One freshman girl, herself a frequent patron of the communal sex room, complained that “there were so many used condoms lying around that you could barely see the floor, and someone even broke the mattress the other night doing God knows what, now I get back problems from sleeping on it!” Despite her complaints, the freshman girl, who will remain nameless, confirmed that despite the conditions of the room she would continue to use it as often as possible.

Other residents have expressed different concerns. Allegedly, the communal sex room has presented a problem for the students living nearby. Some residents claimed that they could hear “noises” coming from the room on any given night. When asked to elaborate, they replied that they were “too shook to talk about it.” Problems have also arisen when more than one couple finds themselves competing over the room. ResLife has advised these individuals to sort it out amongst themselves using “I don’t know, maybe a rotation or something?” As with anything, progress is always met with backlash and its own set of challenges. Despite the difficulties, the Colgate community has expressed a positive reaction to this new ResLife policy.